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Eyebite was the youngest Alligator woman. She was not yet a
Fang, a mature hunter. Eyebite had lived in a deep cavern it was in fact her birthplace.
She was coming of age and the awareness of the world was starting to unfold in
her dreams.
She had dreams of great machines, creatures of order and
strength. She dreamed of human beings too, their lovely flesh and bones. She dreamed of small children running in green
fields, she salivated at the memory of such creatures. Eyebite trusted her
instinct, she trusted the dreams and stayed hidden, and she stayed underground
waiting in an anxious wonderment. Something told her that time was on her side,
time was something she would have plenty of.
Eyebite was nearly feral when Ink-Eyes found her in a deep subterranean
cavern. Ink-Eyes was on the other side of time, she was going to die soon and
needed to pass the culture and memories of the Alligator women to the new Fang.
Ink-Eyes had waited for Eyebite to become nearly feral, testing her patience,
if she couldn’t wait in the dark then she couldn’t live in the world of humans
and machines. Patience was a test.
Ink-Eyes descended into the cavern, she made no noise and
needed no light. Alligator women are born in the dark and die in the dark. She
found Eyebite in the deep. Ink-Eyes called to her with an echoed croak, like a
toad bellowing a wide thunder. Eyebite responded with a shriek and they found
each other.
Ink-Eyes instructed her about human beings, their biological
programming and need to breed. The tender bits of little young humans and their
willingness for denial in the face of horror. She taught Eyebite about machines
and their programming, how they picked up the human’s mask of desire, their need
for ceremony and ritual. She instructed Eyebite about hiding, hunting and
living in the environments that human’s created.
Eyebite listened, she soaked it all in, there was part of
her that was thirsty for the answers of her dreams, answers for a wider world.
She was eager for the new rules, the order and light that lie in wait above
ground. Ink-Eyes described to her some of the culture of the Alligator women, their
history of hiding and living with the humans. The greatest story she told was
the lovely taste of flesh, how sweet the morsels of the young and how worth the
patience it all was. She used ageless poetry to lay down the ribbons of beauty,
she laid it on an altar in the imagination for Eyebite.
For two weeks Ink-Eyes lived with Eyebite teaching her the
ways of the wider world. Two weeks Eyebite soaked the knowledge like a verdant sponge
of a loamy and fertile soil. Eyebite’s dreams were filled with fire, and flame
warmed parts of her that she never knew, she expanded into edges of being
beyond her imagination. After two weeks
Ink-Eyes left to lay her bones to rest and Eyebite was to begin her journey in
the world of humans and machines.
She gathered her sticks, little totems of memory that she
would have to bury. When in the wider world she would have no possessions, no
fetitchs, she could leave no trace of her youth even in the deep dark. With a
silent wince she followed Ink-Eye’s instructions in pristine accuracy. She
climbed through the dark, she followed the deep rumble in her brain and when
she saw sunlight for the first time she sank to her knees in awe.
Now in the wider world she spent three weeks hiding,
watching and learning. She remembered the words of Ink-Eyes and the promise of
the sweet meat of the human being’s children. She had mastered patience and
wasn’t going to be seen due to reckless hunger. She observed countless humans,
countless machines and all their patterns. Alligator women can go years without
food and the right time and place means more than any satisfaction.
She found an older lady that people called Helen, but the
lady called herself Kipset. Eyebite had gathered that the lady had a mental derangement
or some internal perspective that she didn’t understand. Curiosity revealed
that Kipset told herself stories about her garden, she had names and
conversations with her flowers, and she would talk in great depth to her roses
in particular.
Eyebite had been warned about madness and confusion from
Ink-Eyes but seeing it play out was pure infatuation. Eyebite took up residence
in Kipset’s home hiding at first in the basement due to its dark and familiar
dank. There was a vent from the basement to Kipset’s bedroom and Eyebite could
listen into the hours of night. She listened to Kipset’s deranged brain,
endless mutterings of the king and queen of roses, the evil prince of dirt and
the thorny peasants that made up the kingdom of this landscape of delusion.
For months Eyebite listened but hunger pulled her to find
younger prey. She began haunting the neighborhood, watching for children to
consume. The day she did find a suitable prey was a cold morning of fresh snow.
Eyebite had learned from Ink-Eyes how not to leave tracks even in the mud or
snow, a traceless technique of their birthright.
The child was packed in a heavy coat and waited for a school
bus, the red cheeks catching Eyebite’s attention. She moved instinctually and
quickly, she circled the area and blocked any technological communication, she
turned all vision away from the street for a small few moments. Then she
descended, a swift and surgical reflex akin to an owl hunting a mouse in the
night. The mouse was devoured in a single motion, her first child. She had
finally understand the experience as Ink-Eyes described it and her eyes glowed
for a moment in a deep red.
Hours later in the basement of Kipset she felt an itch in
her skin, her scaled skin was turning pale. Ink-Eyes had described this as well,
she had said: “After your first child you will become a Fang, you will molt and
you will know the pain that binds all creatures.” As the words were recalled the pain started, a
deep spasmodic pressure that kicked from underneath her bones. Her body
convulsed slightly and she panicked.
As luck would have it, Kipset was outside tending her roses
and muttering more fantasies to herself and didn’t see the thrashing scaled
creature stumbling through her house.
Eyebite fled to the attic, and began the transformation in
the dark. A thick mucus wept from her breaking skin and hardened into a shell,
she instinctually plastered the slime into a durable tendon, attaching herself
to the support beams of the attic. Within a half an hour she was cocooned in a
putrid mess of skin and bones. She
remained there for two years, her body undergoing a slow and painful change.
During those two years Eyebite dreamt the dreams of the
Fang, her mind transported through the ages, like a needle threaded through all
the minds of previous Alligator women. Their lives, lessons and names all
became etched into her memory. She lived
lifetimes, saw empires fall, learned of the machines and their power. Her
heritage filled her completely and at the end of the two years the cocoon began
to crack.
There was no sound and no light when she emerged.
Eyebite stepped into the darkness as the new Fang, a mature
Alligator woman. Her scales glistened with a translucent sheen. She could now
change them to appear as anything, including completely translucent. She stretched
herself, morphing into a myriad of humanoid creatures quickly with ease and
satisfaction. Her mind stretched as well, laying her awareness wider than she
ever could, she could see Kipset’s heartbeat, and she could see the swirling madness
inside her head and could hear the bubbling derangement on her lips.
Eyebite left no trace of her emergence, she spared Kipset
out of pity. She left her to her garden and her secret stories. Before she went
to other hunting grounds she took a rose and laid it gently on Kipset’s
sleeping body, and thought in silent gratitude that Kipset never checked the
attic in those two years.