Skalos closed his book. Between the grunts of Korr and Talla's lovemaking, he snuck out and gave the slave girl his meager meal.
The two women lingered on the departing waiter. "It's not just a physical change with these alter egos, is it Joe?" one said.
Straining to read the scrawled hieroglyphs by torchlight, Skalos pondered their meaning. "It says 'Shoggoth'. I know not the word."
The changeling phenomenon started in 1986. First blamed on the Chernobyl disaster, its true cause remains a mystery.
"You might not remember Colonel, but I do. My mother's screams as you tortured her are etched on my heart and soul. I remember."
Cheerful donned his trademark yellow mask. Nicked with scrapes and burns under flecked blood, its simple drawn smile remained.
Child-sized and rodent-like, Alex touched her. "Sal, please..." She shoved him away, and his now oversized wedding band fell loose.
"So, about last night..." "Is this going to be about how you're a Super?" "H-how did you—" "—You float in your sleep. It's cool!"
He faced the east in meditation, dawn breaking over rolling hills. Daylight's gentle caress told him his last day had come.
"I was curious, Karl... Now I'm just having fun!" The burly tom looked to the svelte she-cat. "Enjoying the feline day pass, huh?"
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