It had all started so wonderfully.
Trap them in here with me, and one by one, kill these stupid, rich, arrogant, foolish, pitiful tourists. That was all they deserved for daring to defile the realm of
Dagon.
I quickly found an accomplice. One susceptible to the whispers from below, a weak individual, easily manipulated into doing my bidding. But he was discovered, and fell to their combined anger. Yet he left them riled, murdering each other, doing my work
for me! Oh such beautiful slaughter: surely my place among the highest of the deep ones would be guaranteed by this service.
But I failed. Despite the rampant paranoia and suspicion between each other, they began to distrust me most of all. My gray skin, my watery eyes...the transformation had already started. I had hoped this dank cavern would conceal my peculiarities, but alas, it was clear that I was not truly one of them.
They came as I slept, tearing off my clothes, leaving me naked and shivering. And they saw. Aiming their flashlights at my upper legs and torso, the scales covering them made it clear to all. That I was something else. Something not completely of this world.
At first they were shocked. Then fearful. Then disgusted. And finally, filled with a deep rage. A rage that could only be stilled in one manner. Like a fish, they gutted me, and left me gaping on the floor. But as I bled out, I laughed. A sickly croak that filled their hearts with fear one last time.
I laughed, because their fates are already sealed. I may never attain the immortality I once sought, but the great old ones will have them all! All of them! Not just their bodies, but their minds as well. Sooner or later.
[HEADING=1]I WAS THE KILLER![/HEADING]