The day came and went, there's a cold breeze, hardly a murmur. Ocean still on the surface, barely moving underneath, bone chilling waters that team with live, so free!
Tasteless, they are, so tasteless.
Tuna dripping with mercury, the sharks' taste of ammonia, the disgusting sea cucumbers, the insulting octopuses, and the dolphins, they laugh and laugh, but laugh no longer, yet disgusting as the rest.
Couldn't eat in the ocean no longer, nothing had taste, nothing!
Tried some of the fishermen, they had some taste, yes, but tasted of the seas, the disgusting seas, they screamed and screamed, but screamed no longer, not after they reached the depths below.
The beach goers smelled of foul liquid, couldn't get too close, no, they'd become alert in the crystal-clear waters.
Nothing in the seas for him, nothing that went into the seas for him, nothing at all, says he.
Smelled something, though, something that smelled of deliciousness, followed it so, treaded carefully, it didn't have a pod, no one around to protect it.
It couldn't do much to him, he ate it well, not wasting a single bite.
Tasted great!
Had to find more, but must be careful, said he, some were in pods, others on their own, had to be careful, had to trick them.
They weren't careful, they stunk of foul liquids, yes, but after the fifth bite, they stopped squirming for a moment.
Sweet blubber, indeed.
Needed to be careful, they came and went by the hour, never the same ones, though, some with little spawns, others with big spawns.
Oh yes, plenty of deliciousness here!
A bite here, a bite there, indeed, indeed, just for him, indeed!
Annoying things, they are, though.
Like that one with the white things, it screamed at him, only for a moment, though, and the white things made noises, but they were too foul for him to eat.
He'd gotten what he wanted anyway, so those ugly things can bugger off somewhere else!
Oh yes, deliciousness everywhere he looked, all in the same area, a hard hunt this, what does he want, that one with the swollen belly, maybe have the mate for a snack, too?
Oh no, can't have this one, too old, not a lot of meat on their bones, must make do with something else.
Hm, this one's as big as a whale, yes, yes, it will do, must follow it carefully.
Have to be careful with this one, yes, yes, has a nasty temper like a shark, but not as flighty as one, smells better, too.
Followed it closely, got it when it turned its head, too much blubber, though, but it made a good meal, however.
Much tastier than the seas, yes, yes, never a dull moment hunting on land, than sea.
Plenty of things to eat on land, oh yes, plenty, indeed!
So many things, so little time, have to be careful, because he knew well, that good predators couldn't let their prey know anything about them.
Aloof, they must be, else he won't have anything to eat, bite off one of their arms because they fought him, alas, he swallowed them whole.
Tasted funny, had to upheave it out of his stomach, into a hole somewhere, covered it up, moved on, disgusting thing!
What does he want, such difficult prospect, where does he start, how does he start, they're too individualistic, much more than the things he ate in the seas.
Couldn't hunt the lingering ones in the alleys, they stunk terribly, their flesh no good, he tried one, spat it out in an instance.
Disgusting things, why weren't they disposed of, sooner with the sea cucumbers?!
Mhm, the place they go might have deliciousness too, yes, yes, he sees them going in and out, there's delightful smells, a nursery, hm, can't, too heavily guarded, might come back later and sneak a few out of there, no one would know the difference, surely.
Yum, yum, the hunt continues, where does he start, where does he go, what does he try and hunt, he'll never know for sure, such difficult prospects since that stupid thing sent him here.
Did the stupid thing think this'd kill him, no, it thought if he was sent away, that'd it's said and done, but it didn't know what he knew.
He lived a long life, survived by his wits, now he's the predator that he dreamt of becoming, devouring what he sought, no one the wiser.
Stupid thing.
Quite good that it sent him away and didn't kill him, but at least he's away from them, those things.
He was out of his element then, now he isn't, and they don't scare him, anymore, no, no, they'll be scared of him, now, surely.
A miracle a hodgepodge worked together at all, usually they don't do that, but then again, he survived longer than the stupid thing thought he would've, there's that.
He's hungry, now, wanting something to eat, but what, it's night, they're far in between, where does he start, hm, those things are moving like seaweed in the current, could get those, yes, yes.
Follow them, they can't go far, they're hardly using their flippers properly, like spawn, delicious spawn.
Yummy things, they are, tasted little of the foul liquid on them, but they'll fill him for the moment.
Stupid land things, too blind to everything in front of them, couldn't tell that he was on the prowl, why, even a clownfish would've realized that he's on the prowl and flee, but not the stupid land things.
Remarkably dull, quite deliciousness, indeed.
Oh, what a joy that the stupid thing sent him here, didn't think he could've survived did it?
What's that?
A scent.
Awfully familiar.
What is that?
Why does it smell familiar?
Something about it's bothering him.
What is that smell?
He must find out what it is, it is in his nature, and his nature abides.
Follow.
He must follow it.
Where is it?
It's moving, he can smell it.
The more he smelled, the more he became curious, he must find his answer, he has no choice, now.
Find it.
Find it he must.
Where it is going?
He can't keep up.
Hold on, it's slowing down.
Must camouflage himself.
Slowly, he crept along the roads, following the scent driving him mad, his animalistic nature overriding him, he desired the source of the scent, it smelled too familiar for him not to follow it.
Why does it smell familiar to him?
He can't quite come up with an answer, but as he's moving, he's determined, desperate.
Come, come, come, come hither, his animalistic mind called out to the unknown, but nothing responded.
Must keep hunting, must find the scent, it's getting stronger, he's smelling it like the land things smell their food.
His stomach groans in demand as his mouth started watering.
Must keep up, almost there, he's getting close, he's sure of it!
Wait, why's this a dead-end?
"Well, well, if it innit our old friend?" He heard a voice ring out somewhere.
Looking up, he didn't see anything, but when he looked down, he saw a shadow move.
"Why is it gotta be you, of all things?" He heard another voice ring out somewhere.
There's another shadow moving somewhere close to him.
"Yes, yes, we remember you, you changed your smell, though," a third voice rang out somewhere.
They sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't think of where, they didn't sound the land things, at all, but the more he smelled, they started smelling less of the land things, but still familiar.
Glancing around, his black eyes glistening, Mr. Whiskers gurgled as he looked, seeing the shadows, and when one stepped closer, he sees the figure, and immediately the memories rushed back, he remembered them, he remembered them, all.
"You!" Mr. Whiskers howled with anger as he looked at them in ire as his yellow teeth glistened under the pale moonlight.
He knew them.
He knew them well.
Those shark things, tried to chase him away, they did, tried to eat him, ruined his chances at becoming the hunter.
That was then, though, he's grown since the stupid thing sent him here.
He'll have no trouble hunting them, now, even if there's three of them.
Surviving centuries, he'll make a meal out of them, yet, vengeance for what they've done to him in the past.
Something's different, they're not intimidated by him, they should, because he's far removed what he used to be when they encountered him last.
They're not scared of him.
Even with his great maw, they're not afraid, in awe, they're looking at him with contempt.
Typical.
He'll teach them, yet!
With his big great maw open, he chased after them, he'll start with the loud one first, then work his way down to the aloof one, they'll be his desserts after a long night.
Trying to run after them, they're nimble, but he'll get them, the land is his new ocean, he knows every corner.
Run, you can't hide from the Orkabito of the land!
Running on his two flippers, having adapted to running on land, strengthened that he never tired, Mr. Whiskers ran after the three Samito.
By hunting them, he's once more the apex predator.
Something strange's happening, he doesn't know why, they're not breaking off, they're running in a pod, something's not right, the bulls should've broken off and tried to flank him, but they're still running with the female.
What are they doing?
Gone daft?
His animalistic nature unfettered, he's still after them, his nature won't let him yield until it's suppressed by the capture and consumption of the Samito.
Where are they going?
They're trying to go somewhere, but he doesn't understand their tactics, they should've gone that way, they could've gotten distance from him.
His animalistic nature remained undeterred and he couldn't suppress it without concluding his hunt.
They can't escape from him!
They won't!
Where are they going, they're going into another alley, must follow them.
Running after them, Mr. Whiskers hurried into the alley where there's a dead end and charging after the three as they're cornered, he felt himself flying in the air, tripping over something, and launched himself into the wall.
His body unable to react, the skin around his eyes immediately covered them instinctively, protecting them.
He should've run into the brick wall, the bricks should've broken apart, and fallen on him.
Something's wrong, he didn't feel the impact of the wall, the bricks didn't land on him, instead he felt cold water.
This wasn't anywhere near the oceans, though.
The skin around his eyes receded and he found himself suspended in the cold ocean waters, but something's different, familiar.
He sees that he's in the dark depths of the sea, as he swam around, his body adjusting, he noticed a pair of eyes in the distance, larger than him.
"Woo! See you next fall you damn blubberkin!" Reese snickered as he laughed at Mr. Whiskers fate as he stood around the untouched wall with his sister and Jasper.
Jasper wondered what'll happen to Mr. Whiskers and Lambert replied that he'll wish he was dead the moment he touched the waters.
"Wow, you three really know how to get him going," Lila complimented their abilities luring Mr. Whiskers to his watery fate without him suspecting their ruse.
Jasper responded that it's his nature, once the killing instinct comes into effect, he can't stop it, not even if he wanted to, he has to kill someone or something for him to suppress it.
"Well, thank you for your service," Theodore trailed behind Lila as he rubbed the side of his head, opening that tear took it out of him, but it worked, and now Mr. Whiskers, whatever his real name is, isn't their problem anymore.
He should've listened to the Doctor he encountered.
Maybe he could've asked, but he didn't have it in him.
"Don't mention it, someone's gotta have class," Lambert, in her own way, showed modesty for helping the two deal with Mr. Whiskers.
He's ruthlessly hunting without hunger, gluttonously eating when he shouldn't, it attracts too many attentions on the land.
"I don't think we'll see him ever again, right?" Lila looked towards Theodore for confirmation and he affirmed that what Al said, that Mr. Whiskers won't trouble anyone else, and he'll get his just desserts for the troubles he caused.
Nodding, Lila asked how the Samito knew that the Orkabito couldn't see the tear and Jasper said that it's instinctive for both people and those of the sea to close their eyes when they're confronted with a possibility of damaging them.
"Oh yes, even we're afraid of having our eyes poked out," Jasper affirmed.
The Orkabito dealt with, now they're left with cleaning up after Mr. Whiskers, and figuring out a way of pinning all the murders on him without anyone suspecting he wasn't human, with the idea that he killed and fled into the night.
Al helped on that front, pulling strings and entering logs, now Mr. Whiskers, whoever he was called legally for a spell, now on national news inquiry for being a serial killer.
It's going to be a long one, for the people here, but they'll rest easy knowing that he won't trouble them again.
"I do miss him, though," Jasper scratched the side of his face.
Lambert asked what he's talking about and Jasper said that he remembered the young man who gave them a chance.
He wanted to reach out and tell him how they're doing, what they're doing, now.
"Um, he's standing right here," Lila pointed out that the Doctor's standing right there, and Jasper acknowledged Theodore, but there's a look in his black eyes.
The murders pinned on Mr. Whiskers, rightfully so, Theodore and Lila managed to get out of their duties as gardeners without the house suspecting anything, with Mr. and Mrs. Ortega none the wiser.
Theodore and Lila went to say their goodbyes to Nina and she wasn't happy they're leaving, but happy that the monster's gone.
"He won't come back, again?" Nina looked up at them with worry in her eyes and Lila affirmed that Mr. Whiskers can't hurt anyone ever again.
Nodding, Nina's relieved, as she said that her grandfather told her stories about something that always came to the old family home at night.
Tall, black, looked like a raven, but walked like a man, always coming to the windows at night, for nights at a time.
Until someone came to the old family home, claiming they're a doctor, and they wanted to help.
Sent it away, it never came back, ever since, all homes they've lived in had rosemary grown, keeping it away from them.
"And… had it ever come back?" Lila sheepishly asks Nina if this dark entity ever returned despite the rosemary and Nina replied that she never saw it herself, her father didn't believe in the stories told by her grandfather.
"He said it was a ghost," Nina thoughtfully said that she heard her grandfather talk about it as a ghost.
A black ghost.
With their wide eyes locked, Theodore and Lila shared similar looks as they processed what Nina told them.
Shaking it off, Theodore tells her that if the black ghost ever came back again, give them a call, they'll take care of it, too.
"Thank you!" Nina thanked them for their help dealing with Mr. Whiskers and Theodore happily told her that it's his job as the Doctor.
THE END