Anthony DareyIntervention Plan
December 13th 2008 03:11
Septo-Zan lay in his underground habitat thinking of how he might go about accomplishing his goal.
What possible way could he ensnare the ones that he sought most effectively? As if a light had come on, it came to him. Clear as day, he knew that which he must do,with evil and satisfied pleasure.
He transformed himself again into one of his former victims. This time he became a long haired white Persian cat.
He made his way back to the house of the dog agent. Laying in the tall grass and waiting for the right opportunity to present itself.
Lynn Booth had just finished doing the evening dishes. John had an emergency at work and had to return. It was a rather warm night and Lynn did not feel like sitting in the house, so she poured herself a glass of lemonade and went to sit out on the porch trying to enjoy the light breeze as it were.
Not really thinking of anything of any importance, just relaxing. Septo-Zan saw his opportunity.
As Bluey was not around to give any warning of the cats approach, it was quite an easy matter of quietly sideling closer to Lynn without notice. Once he was at the bottom of the porch, he began to meow as if he were in great pain lying on his side looking half dead. Lynn herd his distress call, she sat down her glass and went to the first step to see what was going on. Upon seeing the cat, she became very concerned. She knelt down to see if she could maybe help the injured animal. Septo-Zan
Was very patient, when Lynn was in range he made his attack! He slashed her on the back of her hand with his claws. Lynn drew back her hand with a start, alas it was too late. The assimilation had already begun. Slowly but surely the degeneration of her cells had started, her life force ebbing away cell by cell. In only a matter of moments the process was complete. Septo-Zan had become the image of Lynn Booth. He walked back up to the porch had a seat and began to sip on the glass of lemonade.
What possible way could he ensnare the ones that he sought most effectively? As if a light had come on, it came to him. Clear as day, he knew that which he must do,with evil and satisfied pleasure.
He transformed himself again into one of his former victims. This time he became a long haired white Persian cat.
He made his way back to the house of the dog agent. Laying in the tall grass and waiting for the right opportunity to present itself.
Lynn Booth had just finished doing the evening dishes. John had an emergency at work and had to return. It was a rather warm night and Lynn did not feel like sitting in the house, so she poured herself a glass of lemonade and went to sit out on the porch trying to enjoy the light breeze as it were.
As Bluey was not around to give any warning of the cats approach, it was quite an easy matter of quietly sideling closer to Lynn without notice. Once he was at the bottom of the porch, he began to meow as if he were in great pain lying on his side looking half dead. Lynn herd his distress call, she sat down her glass and went to the first step to see what was going on. Upon seeing the cat, she became very concerned. She knelt down to see if she could maybe help the injured animal. Septo-Zan
Was very patient, when Lynn was in range he made his attack! He slashed her on the back of her hand with his claws. Lynn drew back her hand with a start, alas it was too late. The assimilation had already begun. Slowly but surely the degeneration of her cells had started, her life force ebbing away cell by cell. In only a matter of moments the process was complete. Septo-Zan had become the image of Lynn Booth. He walked back up to the porch had a seat and began to sip on the glass of lemonade.
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