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Sly holds the thin-skinned egg up to the light. So delicate, the slightest foul pressure on the membrane cover would send a watery undeveloped body running down his arm. Connected but with orangey red strings that let the half developed chick hang on to some form of false hope for survival. But it is all ruined when, on a whim, a reflex, almost, he squeezes his hand so liquid, thick and some what solid, like slushy water drips slowly between his fingers.

Dipping his head sideways, to catch some of it with his tongue before it falls to the floor. His tongue is black, like rotting flesh, and sports one pin sized hole in the tip. Then he straightens and tips his head back to look at the ceiling, as if considering its taste. So lost in thought, is he that when a the ash hair at the nape of his neck gets tugged, ever so lightly, he jumps. With adrenaline pumping hard in his veins, making him dizzy, he turns to face the culprit.

It’s a woman, wearing the green apron of the supermarket she works at facing him, a odd look on her face. She had been watching him soak the egg in vinegar for the last hour or so but what he just did was too much!

"Excuse me sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. But pay for that carton eggs, first."

He threw an alien look towards her.

"Why?"

She twists a strand of hair as fine as spun glass, and just as breakable, around her finger. Well, for one," she says nervously, unconsciously avoiding his animal eyes," you're scaring the customers, and two, your supposed to buy it before you eat it and wait until you get home, please!"

He gave he a grin as slow as melting butter, then in one swift move, smashes the whole carton in her face, then walks away, grinning.

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Y'all this is my baby, so please dont make fun of him... (Yea, my story is a boy, got a problem with it?) But constructive critism is greatly appreciated... Reviews will be return, but if I forget, email me and remind me to get back to ya!