MORPH 5 HER EYES SO BRIGHT

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It was a long day and finally over,  the days work was heavy. She needed to get out of the house and do her best to make a new life for herself.  She snickered here and there to herself as the very thought of the Advice Given her, was to get a life . . .She still had trouble with the meaning of it, and figured it has been a couple of years that she has left the house,  besides work or groceries.  She found some courage and told herself she would later on go down to the loco bar and have some drinks . . .Well start with water then when she felt the courage build up she would drink the spirits and get drunk and fall down.   This too she giggled here and there as to whether she should drink and fall or would it hurt or would it be just be embarrassing, and right now she didn’t care . . .She was going out and nothing was going to stop her.

She had supper and a bath and a rest and then got dressed nice.  And Nice it was. She didn’t look whore-ish or flashy she look yummy in a sort of healthy way. Size 5 dress jean pants and a soft white top to match her teeth and the twinkle in her left eye.   Right off,  when she entered the bar everyone looked.  Of course as everyone does . . .When anyone enters a bar, we all want to know who just walked in.  Ya never know what it might be.

Nice Hair,  someone said,  before she reached the bar, to order a drink.  Well that blew it all . . .She became well aware the whole place was watching her now and waiting for an answer.   She played it cool, making her way the to bar. ” Why thanks and can i have a water please and is anyone on the pool table?

She couldn’t help but to giggle inside as most of the people now looked confused with all her chatter, but they were still looking at her.   But, she kind of liked it,  as she could tell it was in a good way . . .Maybe a few of the girls,  felt they had something to worry about,  but not from her.  But they were. 

She  walked over to the pool table and put in a dollar. The noise of the crank followed by the noise of the balls crashing down made everyone look. As she positioned the balls upon the table a clicking sound caught her attention. When she glanced up a short funny looking guy stood with his arm extended.  “Hello, my name is Jean-Guy rubber boot.  His eyes were very close to being perfect round. She bit her bottom lip doing her best not to laugh thinking, why me . . .”Hello. I take it you want a game? He placed his dollar down and the game was on.  She took the first stick she saw,  and he,  went over to the wall and selected one,  holding it like he was looking down a double barrel shot-gun, then he placed it on the table rolling it back and forth. He was happy with the stick he choose and gave her a large toothy smile. There was no stopping her now . . .She burst out with laughter.  She stood back and took him in, the funny little guy.

•  His nose was perfect straight.
• His eyes wide.
• His teeth so white and huge.
• His skin had a black ora to it.
• His hair was long greasie and black.
• His cloths were that of a maintainance man except for the boots.

He wore those real pointy cowboy boots with chains and spurs that clicked, clicked, clicked, clicked when he walked.  That is what he did. “Money breaks.” he announced,  and took a shot whacking the balls a good turn,  knocking two down off the brake.  Click, click click,  to the other side of the table. Down went another ball and another and another.

Hi i'm Jean-Guy want to play?

She was impressed and annoyed thinking big show off at the same time. Then he missed. Oh whoopee.  But the time he missed,  one,  ball,   of his,  was left,  on the table mixed in with all of hers.   He showed her his teeth. She laughed.

It was not long before more dollars were placed on the table and everyone funning and laughing, the he walked in . . .He did not see her at first but she was stunned and a little embarrassed when she saw him. Someone called to her. “It’s your shot.” that is when he saw her and she not him.  Well  well, he thought . . .He went over and placed a dollar on the table and when she stood from her shot,  she could not but see him, he was there. ” You!” she giggled. Then went on to play.  Now coy though . . .She couldn’t dare miss this shot with him standing there. She took her time and made the shot and did her best not to be so bashful. But it was too late.. he made her feel strange..  After all was it not he who earlier told her to get a life and now here he is and here she is . . .” Is this getting a life?”

She laughed herself back to the table and took another drink of the water still not drinking the beer.  Now she felt it was a very good time to drink . . .It was going to be the only way she would be able to stay and play.  Besides it was getting dark out there and she did not want to walk home just yet.  She wanted to show  him, she had a life,  and it was a good life,  and she knew how to have just as much as the next guy. And she was doing just that. They all laughed.

It was not far off to the right side of the building,  that a thick wooded area consumed that way of the town.

Sometimes some of the customers would go into the trees,  to mess around, as far as the story goes. But not this night . . .It seemed tonight’s costumers were quite happy without sex. They played and they drank, while red specks could be seen flashing,  in and out in,  the deep of the woods.  Wasn’t long when the night sky lured the red glitters closer to the establishment. Hungry Bugoids gathered, they would send forth their luring call and wait in hopes of  healthy eyes. Time is crucial and feeding needs  to be done.

The noise coming from the bar,  was louder at this time of night,  and excepted by the towns people,  as this is one of their only means of pleasure.  They all knew,  any one,  complaint,  would close down the small bar forcing any fun to be had, would be by  means of  a long drive into the city.  Everyone complied with one another, that is what you do in a little town. Stay friends. 

Take me higher

After all they all had to live there with each other. It was the city people who came out to drink with them. They had more freedom in the country.

The time was now around midnight when she went out for fresh air, it became to hot and stuffy as the bar filled with more people. She went out and it felt good on her face. And in the trees they saw her eyes and they were brilliant white,  against the iris so blue.  She turned to face the woods,  wanting to hear if she heard, what she thought she did. 

 A sound . . .A strange sound, a low humming of some sort, but this sound was luring,  she needed to hear if she heard.  “Hey what are you doing out here.” he said. “You had too much to drink and you are sick.” He went to her talking louder. “Hey . . .Are you going to be okay?” ‘

“Did you hear that ?” she took a few more steps in that direction and he stopped her by standing in front of her.  “You don’t want to go in there . . .There is glass and shit and old cans and some drunks get fucked in there.”  “What?” he just laughed telling her to come inside with him. “Never mind.” he said with a snort.  “ That is no place for you.”

But in amongst the trees the bugoids were some what frantic. Her eyes were of a whiteness they have not seen.  Bright white.  They would have those eyes in a different manner, but not one of consumption. One of a Leader. She would be their Leader. They could turn her eyes. They would need to touch her.  But first it is time to feed and feed they will,  but not her.

Yeah, okay, you can move down now.

He drove her home in his Cordova,  along with a few other friends.  Some of the customers went home by way of taxi, some by way of each other, and some by way of waking,  in different directions. Those people were followed and sought out for clean eyes. None was touched other wise.

The lady in the pink pant suite crossed the road and started off down the road-way,  almost straight  up from the bar. She was by herself as she usually was.  Some times she took a friend home but this night he did not show up.  So off she went home for the evening and a good nights sleep.  it was maybe five minutes and she was completely alone and had about eight more minutes before she was home, when she stopped and looked at her watch.

She stood watching her watch . . .Why?  She did not know.  She was waiting for something to happen.  What was she waiting for? She did not know.  A tear ran down her cheek and she took off her cloths. She remembered something, but what. She smiled and another tear fell and she lie down and one of them opened her legs and started to chew and eat very carefully in a selected manner. She could tell it was gentle and she could feel her hot blood spill from her.

As it chewed it ate her reproductive cells,ovaries, uterus, oviducts, vagina, and several small associated organs along with the gonads. 

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It ate and she could see them all around her, she  could see  their arms and claws,. Then she could see red fiery eyes watching her and she thought she was having sex and she glowed,  as one of them took her eyes.   They all ate.  Nothing was left.  Not one drop of blood, not even her cloths.

• Eight days remained.
• Three more kills to regain magnitudes of  Hot Whites
• The final morph.