THE CIRCUIT

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THE CIRCUIT
The Bug

I dreaded it. There was no getting out of it. But what could I do?  I couldn't tell anyone about what was happening. They would most likely lynch me. But it was getting worse every night. It was all over town. The headlines read, "Mysterious killer abroad!" I shuddered, thinking of what had happened since it first came over me. I knew it would continue, but I couldn't do anything. So, as I had done for the last few weeks, I waited for the changes. 

It happened at midnight. I could feel it coming upon me. As I watched in the mirror, sickened by the sight, my arms and legs disappeared into my body. I could feel the long sinewy antennas pop through my skull like flowers in the spring. Then came the exoskeleton. It covered every part of my mutilated body like a suit of armour made of the best steel. After this came the jaws, huge mandibles, dripping poisonous saliva. Lastly, my new form was taken over by the desire. The desire was powerful. More powerful than the sanity that was left in my tortured mind. It was the desire to eat, to feed on helpless innocent human victims. So, with the desire in control, I went into the dark streets of London. 

 I crawled along on six legs, in the shadowy streets and alleys, looking for food.  Seeing not only one, but thousands of identical images in my faceted eyes. Street after street I searched, finding nothing. Finally, after about an hour, I spotted a man walking awry down the crooked street, no doubt coming from a long night at the local tavern. As I watched, I could feel the saliva start to pour from my mandibles.  It came unexpectedly. The man had no time to react before I had bitten his neck, and the juices from my jaws started their paralysing effect. I then tore open his stomach, to feed on his innards.  Through all this, the victim was still alive. The small part of my brain that still held a thread of sanity screamed to stop this carnage, but of course, the desire was dominant. 

Suddenly I sensed food, lots of it. The desire went wild, and I began to turn this way and that, throwing blood and saliva in every direction. I was surrounded by men.  My sub consciousness told me that they were policemen, or Bobbies, as they are known in London.  I could see them draw their weapons through my faceted eyes. I heard the apparent leader yell something in a loud voice towards my strange form, but could not understand because the desire had a terrible grip on my mind. I tried to halt, and stay where I was, but the desire was rampant. I charged the Bobby that had spoken. In less than ten seconds, I was feeding on his innards as I had the man on the street. That is when I felt the first of the shots. The Bobbies were setting up a barrage of firepower, but the fusillade had no effect. The bullets rebounded off my exoskeleton. 

This frenzy continued for several minutes as I went from man to man, tearing skin, and feeding the desire. The Bobbies started to run.  However, one frightened, but courageous officer came steadily forward. I leapt, and he thrust out his arm, pointing his weapon towards me.  His arm went down my large, slippery throat. Before I could bite the limb from the rest of his body, he pulled the trigger. It felt as though my insides were on fire. My thorax started convulsing, and I ripped the head off the bobby that had shot me. The last thing I saw was a thousand images of his head rolling down the winding street. I fell to the ground, withering and gurgling. I knew I was dying, but I wasn't afraid.  The desire had lost its grip on me.