Chapter Text
It's been two weeks. I've been so hungry. I started with an unhoused man, nobody was going to miss him anyway. He was delicious, but not enough to fill me up. I have been starving. Maybe that's just the curse of a wendigo but I'll pay no mind, I need to feast. I ordered soup from Door Dash. I don't like soup. They came late. 12 minutes late. I was starving again. So I ate. They were crunchy, salty, and they smelt of rot far before they died. I suppose that's what a job as food delivery does to you.
Nobody has found me out. How would they? I'm in the abandoned Hilton. A wonder they haven't torn it down yet but I'm not complaining. It's comfortable, despite the fact it's run down. The bugs don't come to my room, perhaps it's because they're scared. I'm surprised they haven't sent those dirty sniffers to the crime scenes. I didn't clean up that well and those lycans are nothing but trouble. They're by far the best in the LAPD for crime searches. I envy them. Maybe I would've been a better person if I was a lycan. I know what I'm doing is wrong but I'm hungry and to be fair, I want to push the limits. See how many people I can feast upon. See how far I can truly go. Maybe I'll kill that annoying salesman next. I always run into him on the street. He pesters the innocent. I think he deserves to die. It's a win-win situation for everyone. Nobody will have to deal with that wretch anymore, and I’ll be fed. Isn’t that wonderful? All I’m doing is helping people. Maybe that delivery person wanted to be dead and that homeless person wanted to be free, he was the skinniest and unhealthiest naga I’d ever seen.
Enough of that. I’ve got things to do. I’ve figured out possible targets from the 118, one lycan, a centaur, a dragon, a werewolf, and a faun. However, the team is friends with a first responder who’s a siren, that may bring trouble for me, they’ve got a LAPD friend too. But no matter, I’ll make it work. I will feed at any means necessary. I suppose I should write their names in my list.
Henrietta; A centaur, a strong woman. She has two wives. A shame they might die.
Eddie; A nice man, he has a naga son. Confusing, considering he’s a lycan too.
Bobby: A dragon. He’s powerful, but not enough to go full human if he shapeshifts. He seems protective, weak when it comes to someone he loves at risk. A good thing for me.
Buck: My favorite of the bunch. He’s a werewolf. He lacks power outside a full moon, no matter how hard he tries he’ll never be as good as his lycan coworkers. I would love to see their dynamic.
Chimney: A faun. He seems like a determined man, he’s survived a lot of things. I doubt I can take him down in this state.
Maddie: A first responder and siren. I won’t bother messing with her until I have the strength to attempt to fight off charm speak.
Karen: One of Henrietta's wives, a sweet naga woman. I’ve got no business with her yet.
Athena: A harpy. She’s naturally one of the biggest threats. I want nothing to do with her yet, but her elimination may be necessary.
I’ve made a very good list. My handwriting is hard for others to read. If they find this room, or even that I live in this complex, they’ll hardly be able to tell what I’ve written. I’ll work on my list of victims later on. I’ve got no thoughts past the salesman yet. I feel as if what I’m doing is wrong but I know it’s what’s good for me. I need this. They just don’t get it. They won’t. They’ll figure out why I did what I did, if they even find out. For now I’ll gather naga poison to dip my dagger in, and I'll kill them with my very blade. I’ll eat. Knowing I’ve done nothing truly wrong in the end. That may be a “psychotic” thought, but is it truly that bad? I’m doing what’s in my best interest. A few beasts disappearing never hurt anyone. They’ll blame the deaths on the ones who misbehave, people who breach the legal power limit or use their abilities “wrong”. I won’t even be a suspect. Who’d accuse a wendigo if we don’t even have powers to be regulated?
As long as they don't get any charm speakers telling me to speak the truth, I'll be just fine. Not a soul will know what I did.