Mudman
The mud moved, heaved and bubbled. Parts of it solidified, grew, rose from the murky depth. Round bulbs elongated, turned into a head, and arms. The creature rose further, stretched into the air and finally stood on its own two legs, dripping mud, still shifting in details. Eyes opened, the nose twitched, the mouth heaved, lips stretched, molded into place, finally split to show misshapen teeth. They gleamed strangely bright in the dark, brown face.
“You called?”
I shuddered, forced my thoughts back to the task at hand. “Yes. I ask you to do my bidding.”
“So be it, Master.”
Triumph, sudden, and bright. “Seek out my sister. Kill her.”
“Yes, Master.”
“When she is dead, return here and dissolve back into the puddle.”
“Yes, Master. It will be done.”
I walked away, careful not to get any of the mud on my shoes. So easy. And CSI wouldn’t have a clue.
Your Turn:
What do you think? Would CSI solve this one?
