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Monster Breakfast by The Despot

“Don’t play with your food, honey,” Lrglphmp gurgled.

“But it’s more fun when I gotta catch’em.” Hrglphx gave the scrabbling bipeds a poke. They scattered, clambering up the walls of his bowl.

“Hm, a bit underdone.” Lrglphmp leaned over and delivered a glob of corrosive mucus to her son’s meal. “Better let them ferment.”

“Boooorrring,” Hrglphx groaned as his playthings grew lethargic. “They’re better raw.”

Lrglphmp thrust a tentacle behind the salt shaker, snatching an escaped morsel. It screamed as she tossed it into her gaping maw. “You’re right, humans do taste better raw.”

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Alien by patryk-garrett on DeviantArt.com

Thud. Click. Thud. Click. Thud.

Time is a snapshot as the emergency lights flash.

Red. Black. Red. Black.

Blood pools on the floor, a shadow creeping along the walls, slick and dangerous.

She’d slipped in it earlier. Ensign Cade had grunted when she landed on him. The sound escaped from the gaping maw that had been his throat.

A creeping shadow gnawed at the edges of the smiling wound. Laughing.

Thud. Click. Thud. Click. Thud.

Her blood pounds in her ears, contained, and behind her the beast follows.

A shadow passes the mouth of the corridor.

Thud. Click. Thud.

“Kill.”

The Deadly Pitch by Victoria-Von-Blood on DeviantArt.com

Johnny straddled the plate and bit his tongue.

“Swing!” Micah yelled.

Splat.

The disembodied head flew across the makeshift field, bloody hair and skull fragments trailing in its wake. Streamers and confetti.

“It’s out of the park!” Micah collided with his brother. They tussled joyfully in dirt and blood and brains.

“That’s my boy.” Morris tossed a bald, lopsided head into the air.

Johnny brushed himself off, squaring his shoulders and beaming, a fleck of thigh caught in his shaggy mop.

“Now throw me a curve ball, Dad!”

Morris chuckled, planting his feet on the oblong mound.

“Sure thing, kid.”

Bloody hands by KarenKong on DeviantArt.com

The knife slipped between the silver-haired viper’s ribs as though her skin were soft butter.

“Giani,” she gasped as the blade sank deep, “you traitorous bastard.”

“I learned from the best,” he whispered against her ear. “At least you gave me that.”

“They’ll eat you alive.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, mother. That’s where you’ve always been wrong.”

Cecilia spat blood as the blade, inserted so carefully, was ripped maliciously from her breast, her son’s weight lifting from the bed.

Eyes glazing, she cried, “Anton—”

“Was a better father than you were ever a mother,” Giani snarled. “Give him my best.”

Cute but Evil by Skissored on DeviantArt.com

“One, two, three, shots to the head,” Cecilia said.

“Four, five, six, now you’re dead.” Anton replied.

“Seven, eight, nine, you’ll be fine.” She smiled.

“Until I knife you while you dine.” He finished.

Cecilia smirked, draping a slender leg over the edge of the dock.

“You’re sick,” Anton said, laughing. He smeared blood across his pants.

She shrugged. “Maybe, but I’m not the one disposing of my father’s body.”

Anton grinned. “Angelo always wanted to be buried in the lake.”

“I think he meant after his heart stopped beating,” she said as Angelo’s last exhale surfaced with a burble.

Scary girl in the ring by Lycra21 on DeviantArt.com

“I’m a reasonable man, Giorgi. If you can’t pay your taxes anymore, I’m sure we can come to some other arrangement.”

“W-wait! I just need a little more time, that’s all.”

Cecilia covered a giggle as, through the door crack, she watched greasy old Giorgi squirm.

“Naughty little princess.” The girl spun to face the wiry Sicilian who’d crept up behind her. “It’s impolite to eavesdrop.”

With a flash of teeth, Cecilia slipped into the safety of her father’s richly furnished office. “Better stop sneaking up on me, Uncle Angelo, or someday I’ll make sure you can’t sneak at all.”

Pirate by Glumych on DeviantArt.com

“Mind the jib!” Urgot the One-Eyed bellowed from the watchtower, a telescope in one hand and the guardrail in the other. “The chase be on!”

His crew stomped the deck, curved blades cutting salty air as they whooped and hollered.  The dark body of their victim came clearer into view with each passing moment, lying heavy in the sea with her belly full of gold.

“She’s taken anchor!” he cried, triumphant, “Prepare to boa—“

The figurehead screamed as Urgot the One-Eyed was thrown from his perch, the hull of his ship crushed by land.

“Shoulda used mah good eye!”