Felix Youngblood walked through the crowded streets, or rather, Morph walked the crowded streets, assuming the form of its creator even now, as a macabre form of remembrance. It would find itself doing the same thing it did every day, oscillating between two points in the city. These points being the Seraphim building that loomed over the streets, giant logo glowing, symbolising justice and all that Morph wasn?t and the BioCorp tower, unofficially the place it was born, well where the idea in Dr. Youngblood?s mind was born . He watched, under the guise of a slouching twentysomething, the comings and goings through those doors. Something inside it told it that this was where those who would deem themselves predators of Morph resided. In the dawn of superheroes and supervillains, this was the recruiting agency for those who wanted to be on the so-called heroic side. Morph knew that in spite of its lack of a concept of morality, men and women would oppose it in the struggle to control the city. It was simply on the other side of the line to them. But that didn?t mean that Morph wouldn?t relish the opportunity of absorb those in a twisted lesson that it was the top predator here.
The BioCorp tower would have to wait. This was a good spot to do a little surveillance, sure Morph couldn?t tell who had which power but he could tell the formally-clothed management staff from the casually-clothed recruits. It simply wanted numbers. How many challengers for the top spot in the food chain would determine how much biomass Morph would plan to absorb. Always helps to be bigger than the combined mass of your enemy, after all. It hated that weakness, it meant that Morph had to bide its time before asserting its superiority over those who would challenge it. Especially if it was one of those with a high mass or ability to increase their mass. Time went by as people walked in and out of the Seraphim building, Morph was getting bored and the hunger called it to consume and devour, soon. The lanky man disappeared into the alleyways of the city, the refuge of the poor and the prowling grounds of predators such as it. The lanky man appeared to dissolve into a fleshy mass of mess which then sulked into the dark corners. Bums, muggers and their victims, stray dogs and other street vermin would do for now. As with sports such as pro-wrestling and pro-boxing, it was simply a case of bulking up enough to overcome the competition. After all, Morph had already the brains, courtesy of his creator.
In its hiding place in the alley, it could hear some muffled sounds. It spoke of violence and easy prey, maybe this was the chance to pounce? No, no, no, Morph would have the pleasure of hearing the last words of his prey, before they saw the monstrosity. It listens and waited...
"Hey lady! Nice purse you have there, care to show me?" A rough man's voice said. Morph could make out the shiiiiing of a knife being drawn.
"Get away from me!" A worried woman's voice shouted.
"No fair! I let you look at my knife, lemme look at your purse!"
The woman screeched and there was the sound of footsteps on cobbles as she tried to make a break for it.
For some strange reason, Morph enjoyed listening the banter of prey, whether it was a BioCorp guard or a crazed bum taking to himself. Maybe it was a habit from Felix? This worried Morph as even would its numerous absorbing spree, it hoped to keep its identity, and fall to simple human whims. It mentally shook itself and pounced. The man looked in horror at the tendrils of flesh and the rows upon rows of teeth was the wave of Morph crashed onto him, consuming, devouring, processing. Blood splatted the walls of the alley and all was left of the mugger was that splatter of blood and torn clothes. Morph's body bulged as it absorbed the biomass of the mugger, crawling after the running woman, no rather like a swell crashing. Morph was gaining on her. What was that fairy tail where the golden-haired female ran and didn't look back? Ah, yes Goldilocks. Well, Goldilocks was suddenly mauled to death and eaten by Daddy Bear in a heartbeat, to say the least...
Morph retreated to the shadows of the alley as the absorbing process when on as it cursed the Square-cube law. It had to be just the right size, no more, no less. As they said in the fairy tale, just right. With its mass gradually increasing at an exponential rate, Morph thanked the fact that most of the mass of its prey would be digested for energy. Morph hoped that no one would notice a bubbling mass in the cracks of the pavement reconfigure itself into the shape of a lanky man as it moved back into the city...
The BioCorp tower would have to wait. This was a good spot to do a little surveillance, sure Morph couldn?t tell who had which power but he could tell the formally-clothed management staff from the casually-clothed recruits. It simply wanted numbers. How many challengers for the top spot in the food chain would determine how much biomass Morph would plan to absorb. Always helps to be bigger than the combined mass of your enemy, after all. It hated that weakness, it meant that Morph had to bide its time before asserting its superiority over those who would challenge it. Especially if it was one of those with a high mass or ability to increase their mass. Time went by as people walked in and out of the Seraphim building, Morph was getting bored and the hunger called it to consume and devour, soon. The lanky man disappeared into the alleyways of the city, the refuge of the poor and the prowling grounds of predators such as it. The lanky man appeared to dissolve into a fleshy mass of mess which then sulked into the dark corners. Bums, muggers and their victims, stray dogs and other street vermin would do for now. As with sports such as pro-wrestling and pro-boxing, it was simply a case of bulking up enough to overcome the competition. After all, Morph had already the brains, courtesy of his creator.
In its hiding place in the alley, it could hear some muffled sounds. It spoke of violence and easy prey, maybe this was the chance to pounce? No, no, no, Morph would have the pleasure of hearing the last words of his prey, before they saw the monstrosity. It listens and waited...
"Hey lady! Nice purse you have there, care to show me?" A rough man's voice said. Morph could make out the shiiiiing of a knife being drawn.
"Get away from me!" A worried woman's voice shouted.
"No fair! I let you look at my knife, lemme look at your purse!"
The woman screeched and there was the sound of footsteps on cobbles as she tried to make a break for it.
For some strange reason, Morph enjoyed listening the banter of prey, whether it was a BioCorp guard or a crazed bum taking to himself. Maybe it was a habit from Felix? This worried Morph as even would its numerous absorbing spree, it hoped to keep its identity, and fall to simple human whims. It mentally shook itself and pounced. The man looked in horror at the tendrils of flesh and the rows upon rows of teeth was the wave of Morph crashed onto him, consuming, devouring, processing. Blood splatted the walls of the alley and all was left of the mugger was that splatter of blood and torn clothes. Morph's body bulged as it absorbed the biomass of the mugger, crawling after the running woman, no rather like a swell crashing. Morph was gaining on her. What was that fairy tail where the golden-haired female ran and didn't look back? Ah, yes Goldilocks. Well, Goldilocks was suddenly mauled to death and eaten by Daddy Bear in a heartbeat, to say the least...
Morph retreated to the shadows of the alley as the absorbing process when on as it cursed the Square-cube law. It had to be just the right size, no more, no less. As they said in the fairy tale, just right. With its mass gradually increasing at an exponential rate, Morph thanked the fact that most of the mass of its prey would be digested for energy. Morph hoped that no one would notice a bubbling mass in the cracks of the pavement reconfigure itself into the shape of a lanky man as it moved back into the city...
