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‘Bang!’, the heat washed over me as the plane's fuel tanks erupted in a great plume of fire. From my place on the hill I could see the plane's wreckage, strewn about the field in all its fiery majesty.

The thought of all the ‘innocent’ people who perished in the crash...brought a smile to my lips. The way their bodies would have been broken and snapped as the plane plunged out of the sky, accelerating towards terra firma, before gravity released its grip and left the shattered remains of the plane in the embrace of the earth.

Each of the passengers would have had a job, a family, a life. But to me, all that is immaterial.  They were just lumps of flesh to me, dead, lifeless. An easy meal.
I felt the hunger growling in the pit of my stomach. The blood lust spreading through my limbs, bringing warmth and strength.  I ran my tongue over teeth which had been blunt and symmetrical five minutes ago, but were now sharp and knife-like. “More like fangs than teeth,” I laughed silently to myself.

I looked up and saw the final glimmers of the sunlight disappear, as the bloody orb slipped below the horizon. Darkness descended on my world like the final curtain. Every one of my senses suddenly sharpened, the world standing out in stark cold clarity. Colours muted, but details oh-so-sharp. Smells so sweet my mouth goes dry, all that beautiful meat, so tender and fresh; the emerald aroma of the grass, tainted by burning fuel; the cold fiery reek of metal, chilling my bones to their very marrow. I tell myself that the metal means nothing, just the packaging around my next meal. But deep within me the animal shies away, so scared and frightened by the technology before it.

My ears pick up a glimmer of intent, the sound of danger. Far away, on the vertical tarmac slash which severs Britain, north to south, the emergency services were coming. Flashing lights in the darkness. Sirens, bringing sweet chaos to my dining table. The motorway would hold them for sometime, but eventually they would reach their destination, in my lonely valley. But by then my work would be done, the ‘hunger’ and the change it brings will make me quick, precise, deadly.

I stride towards my feast, every step savouring the smell of ‘lightly’ charred flesh. I contemplate if there will be survivors, then shrug the thought off my shoulders, if there are any survivors the emergency services will not find them...surviving.

My newly heightened senses see the heat radiating off the fuselage long before it hits me, the plane glows red hot. Waves of blue, white, orange, yellow, red pass over me in a rainbow tide of light. Cool at first, but soon burning. My hair begins to crackle, I expect pain to follow but it never comes. I blink and normal sight returns, crisper and sharper than what should be humanly possible in the darkness, but without the thermal imprint of the fire. I blink again with the intent of seeing more and the inferno’s tide returns to my vision, swirling around me.

I know time is against me, but I can’t help flicking between my ‘normal’ sight and my new-found thermal ability, less of a sight and more of an extra sense, something between sight and smell. My power amazes me, the way it is gradually growing, slowly drawing me away from the human infestation, a half smile forms on my lips.

I reach the plane, the animal within flinches away from the technology, fear turning to anger at the sheer unnaturalness of it all. My souls scream in anguish.  Why do these humans have to change the world? Why do have to leave their corrupted mark on everything which makes this planet, my planet beautiful? I direct my fury into my muscles, ripping a gash in the freakish metal skin on the plane. “Who needs doors?” Smile replacing snarl in an instant.

Having already made my entrance, I step through into the plane. Rows of seats stretch before me, each occupied by a burn figure, oxygen masks melted to their faces. My eyes scan down the rows, settling on the corpse of an unfortunate airhostess, back bent in an unnatural position, tangled in her trolley. I pause for a moment, imagining her final moments. Her scream of terror as the plane began to fall; the crunch of bone, as propelled by gravity, the trolley rammed into her; her pathetic cries of pain as her shattered legs collapse; the silent dripping as the blood from her skull runs down the corridor.

I hear the emergency services drawing closer, sirens and the promise of life. I would have to be fast in my feasting now. The last thing I wanted was to be captured by the humans. Chained in metal and presented to science. Never again.

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‘Bang!’, the heat washed over me as the plane's fuel tanks erupted in a great plume of fire. From my place on the hill I could see the plane's wreckage, strewn about the field in all its fiery majesty.

The thought of all the ‘innocent’ people who perished in the crash...brought a smile to my lips. The way their bodies would have been broken and snapped as the plane plunged out of the sky, accelerating towards terra firma, before gravity released its grip and left the shattered remains of the plane in the embrace of the earth.

Each of the passengers would have had a job, a family, a life. But to me, all that is immaterial.  They were just lumps of flesh to me, dead, lifeless. An easy meal.
I felt the hunger growling in the pit of my stomach. The blood lust spreading through my limbs, bringing warmth and strength.  I ran my tongue over teeth which had been blunt and symmetrical five minutes ago, but were now sharp and knife-like. “More like fangs than teeth,” I laughed silently to myself.

I looked up and saw the final glimmers of the sunlight disappear, as the bloody orb slipped below the horizon. Darkness descended on my world like the final curtain. Every one of my senses suddenly sharpened, the world standing out in stark cold clarity. Colours muted, but details oh-so-sharp. Smells so sweet my mouth goes dry, all that beautiful meat, so tender and fresh; the emerald aroma of the grass, tainted by burning fuel; the cold fiery reek of metal, chilling my bones to their very marrow. I tell myself that the metal means nothing, just the packaging around my next meal. But deep within me the animal shies away, so scared and frightened by the technology before it.

My ears pick up a glimmer of intent, the sound of danger. Far away, on the vertical tarmac slash which severs Britain, north to south, the emergency services were coming. Flashing lights in the darkness. Sirens, bringing sweet chaos to my dining table. The motorway would hold them for sometime, but eventually they would reach their destination, in my lonely valley. But by then my work would be done, the ‘hunger’ and the change it brings will make me quick, precise, deadly.

I stride towards my feast, every step savouring the smell of ‘lightly’ charred flesh. I contemplate if there will be survivors, then shrug the thought off my shoulders, if there are any survivors the emergency services will not find them...surviving.

My newly heightened senses see the heat radiating off the fuselage long before it hits me, the plane glows red hot. Waves of blue, white, orange, yellow, red pass over me in a rainbow tide of light. Cool at first, but soon burning. My hair begins to crackle, I expect pain to follow but it never comes. I blink and normal sight returns, crisper and sharper than what should be humanly possible in the darkness, but without the thermal imprint of the fire. I blink again with the intent of seeing more and the inferno’s tide returns to my vision, swirling around me.

I know time is against me, but I can’t help flicking between my ‘normal’ sight and my new-found thermal ability, less of a sight and more of an extra sense, something between sight and smell. My power amazes me, the way it is gradually growing, slowly drawing me away from the human infestation, a half smile forms on my lips.

I reach the plane, the animal within flinches away from the technology, fear turning to anger at the sheer unnaturalness of it all. My souls scream in anguish.  Why do these humans have to change the world? Why do have to leave their corrupted mark on everything which makes this planet, my planet beautiful? I direct my fury into my muscles, ripping a gash in the freakish metal skin on the plane. “Who needs doors?” Smile replacing snarl in an instant.

Having already made my entrance, I step through into the plane. Rows of seats stretch before me, each occupied by a burn figure, oxygen masks melted to their faces. My eyes scan down the rows, settling on the corpse of an unfortunate airhostess, back bent in an unnatural position, tangled in her trolley. I pause for a moment, imagining her final moments. Her scream of terror as the plane began to fall; the crunch of bone, as propelled by gravity, the trolley rammed into her; her pathetic cries of pain as her shattered legs collapse; the silent dripping as the blood from her skull runs down the corridor.

I hear the emergency services drawing closer, sirens and the promise of life. I would have to be fast in my feasting now. The last thing I wanted was to be captured by the humans. Chained in metal and presented to science. Never again.