Mysterious
The woman fell from the roof eave, lacking any grace and onto the hard cobblestone alley below, splattering into a messy ichor, staining the stone under her form. Limbs laid haphazard in grotesque twisted angles. It was almost impossible to tell which direction she’d fallen from, or which side had landed up. The form lay motionless in the cold morning air.
At the other end of the alley a passing stranger just happened to look, perhaps worried of some pickpocket jumping them from the dark corridor between buildings. As he did his eyes locked on the still form of the woman laying in the open. The man ran to her, panicking, causing his limbs to flail and his feet slip on the dewey stone street. He stopped just short of her. Seeing the horrifically inhuman angles her extremities were contorted to. “Miss…” he said softly, approaching slowly. “Are…” he swallowed. “Are you alive?”
As soon as the question left his lips he saw a finger on her hand twitch. The moment noticed he turned. Not to run but to shout for help. But when he looked back to the still body, an eye was staring at him. Not from where they should be. It was in the center of what he could only assume was her back, nearly taking up the whole space there. From shoulders to the small of her back. A large mostly human eye, but a black iris. It blinked at him slowly, taking him in, it then closed and seemingly vanished. The man’s scream stuck in his throat like a hard iron ball.
The whole body of the woman shuddered, as the limbs seemed to untwist themselves, but it didn’t stop there, once the form was realigned it seemed to melt away, with a speed that it nearly exploded into an amorphous thick tar-like goop, covered in eyes identical to the one from her back, but varying wildly in size, seemingly having no matching pairs.
Finally, somehow regaining some of his senses the man managed to let some noise out. A pitiful squeak of a scream that wouldn’t have carried away three feet let alone the end of the alley.
“Nobody will believe you.” a voice came from the goo-thing. A chipper voice of a young woman. “But thank you for checking on me.” it said, before suddenly ‘running’ away. Or the next best approximation of ‘running’ she could do. It looked somewhere in between the rolling of a nearly flat ball, and an ocean wave. But lacking most of the grace of either.
The man kept watching this odd display, now more confused and transfixed than scared. Though he was still scared and knew that would come back soon enough, watching this weird living substance trying to ‘flee?’ the scene but wobbling more than a drunk in doing so was odd. He watched it for a moment to notice that when it rolled forward it was opening and closing its eyes as it did, making sure the eyes in the path of rolling weren’t open. He watched it as it approached a grate in the ground for running off water to prevent floods. The creature stopped and looked at him again, blinking, it’s eyes completely out of sync, before undulating slightly and sliding through. Her form became slightly transparent like her body changed to something more liquid that it was previously its body made of some kind of viscoelastic fluid.
As the creature entered the small channel below the street she heard a scream finally come from the street above. That’s what usually happened, when she was finally gone people would regain their senses and scream, cry, run, or all three. Depending on their fortitude. Reaching up with a long tentacle like protrusion from her body she touched the top of the drain tunnel and clung on, pulling the rest of herself up and sticking to the top, to avoid the other liquid inside the pipe. Stopping for a moment she opened all the eyes she could that were not touching the ceiling and they started looking around all in disparate directions searching for something. Something she’d sense not long ago, but wasn’t sure how it was possible. Something like her, but not her. Much smaller, or it wasn’t…it was hard to say. It felt like it took up a small space. Barely any space, in a physical sense. But it was powerful, wildly powerful. But something small from something bigger just like her. She didn’t have the word for ‘sibling’ but she knew it was a part of where she came from.
Sticking to the ceiling she managed to lock onto the thing she was looking for. Sort of. She couldn’t see what it was or quite where, from where she clung it looked like nothing more than a dim, distant glow of haunting greenlight. But a start is a start. If there was someone like her walking around her, she’d want to know. And she figured they’d want to know she was around. They could even be looking for her right now, and if she was just in this drainpipe they’d never find her.
Starting to wriggle through moving like something between a slug and a snake, she zipped through the pipe until she was far away from where she started and got up close to another grate and listened for voices. Once free from the pipe once again, she retook her human form, or rather as close to human as she could get. Some things were off, but bits too small to notice fully, looking to long gave people the sense something was uncanny but not deeply enough to cause panic, other times…other time she got things so wrong that from the reactions she got the form was scarier than her real shape, which was hard to believe.
Realising she’d forgotten the most important thing for humans she shifted again, letting two tentacles from her back and shaping them to form robes, like she had memories of a wizard having.
“Okay, Yivythelgh.” she said to herself. “You can find ‘mgahehyee ot ymg'.”