

The Mimic
"You can't leave!" You never realized how "attached" it had became to you. I'm just a toy to you, my love. Just a thing to play and then throw away.He didn't know when or why it started...
The security girl...a blur, a pulse of something sweet. Like the time he felt with David. It was a surreal feeling.
The security girl was hired to look after the ruined Pizzaplex as it awaited demolition day. Just to make sure no homeless or drug addicts somehow made it all the way down to the source. She had already collected her baggage and was shutting down the power box before turning around to make her way to the elevator. He chortled a fizzy sound, jerky movements like a puppet on strings. She turned around right on queue, hands clenching her bag situated along her chest. "You...can't...leave" he crackled, stepping forward as she stepped back. "You won't...leave me." he nodded to himself, and clenching around nothing but air as he looked at her. "I want...need you...to stay" he croaked.
He saw her flinch and he lunged, reaching for her arms. He was so close, yet so far. The elevator door slammed shut and he roared a high pitched squeal. hands reaching though the bars.
"You can't leave me!"



