The Creature woke up to an intense sound reverberating in its habitat. The air smelled different, it noted. So many distinct scents, but only one caught its fancy. The one with the Imbalance. The one who needed fixing.
Drawn to its prey, the Creature placed its frontal suckers onto the interior wall, then tugged its body up the smooth surface. It continued to widen and narrow its muscles until the Creature managed to reach the top.
Freedom.
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The Leech (short story)
Science FictionFirst part of The Leech, short story version. It'll soon be a full-length adult sci-fi novel.
