No one escapes their past.

No one.

Not even this monster, who has been in the island for quite some time now.

He has been mingling among the island's population quite nicely now. A few girls here and there, providing young students sleepless nights, countless nightmares, and a lot of unexplained wetness...this has been his lifestyle for the last months he has been malevolently travelling on the island.

And of course he wouldn't trade it for anything else, but...

His past always seems to keep up with him.


It has started as a normal day like any other. His morning had been the normal track-and-follow, just like any other day. He has seen a few students he had liked...he did background checks, where they usually hung out and when they were alone...but suddenly his mind flared.

He did not know why. Perhaps the school building's shape reminded him of something...he didn't know what was it...but he knew, it was something near to him. Something so close to his memory that he dreaded remembering it.

Without any sense of surrounding, he went into the building...yet, instincts acting, he went for the entrances which most students would not use.

Returning from the spot she was sketching out, Amalia roamed the halls in search of her next class. However, she knew she had loads of time to kill, and decided to take the scenic route.

As Amalia entered, she made sure to stick to the part of the building closest to the windows so she could enjoy the semi-remote feeling of the island. Every now and then, she would stop in the middle of a stairwell to stare out into the open and admire the scene.

The creature lumbered among the bushes, knowing where he would enter and what he would do once inside.

But then a torrent of images blasts his mind, and slowly he crumbles into the grass as the images play like a movie in his mind. He saw the faces of the scientists...even his parent, the one who gave his own genes to him...he saw everyone.

He saw the terrifying power of the leviathan, the massive structures that he destroyed whenever his second nature took control. The destruction of whole cities and the levelings of peaceful civilizations.

Once more, he snapped back into reality.

Only that when he looked at the building, it strangely resembled the one from which he came. The first building he destroyed.

It was once his home.

Silently once agian, to take his mind off things, he crept into the side door...only to find the tips of toes about to turn into this corridor. He wasn't expecting anyone to ever use this route...there were rumours...

Instincts fueled him once again. Using a tentacle for a rope, he swung himself onto a high beam, and he attached himself onto it, swinging like a monkey. Cautiously he reared his head and looked at whoever was coming.

Continuing to look outside, Amalia made her way through the hallway.

It was a student.

Not that he wasn't expecting any student to be here. After all it was school hours, but what he expected though was that they were all at classes, and that they were all safely tucked away in their classrooms.

Well, anyways, what you get you keep, right?

He started to sprout a couple more appendages from his body, and started to use them to swing from beam to beam, never taking his eyes off his target.

But once again, the view turned slightly familiar. His eyes reverted to a view of one in water, as if he was submerged underneath his former domain. He stopped suddenly, and he tried to make sense of things. There he was, hanging, while the student walked unaware of the ting that was tracking her.

He was trying to regain self-bearing while hanging...

Amalia looked down at her watch, realizing that she was about two minutes away from her class with 20 minutes still to spare. Noticing this, she almost immediately took the closest set of doors to head back outside for a while.

It dawned on him, just then, what he was exactly doing.

This was what he was doing way back then, during behavioral modification programs that were run on him by the scientists who were testing him. They taught him to track. To hunt. And to kill. This was, they said, whathe was created to do.

And after all the brilliant training he received, he killed them in cold blood.

He tried to shake the thought off his head, and instead just decided to focus on the task at hand. Because now he knew what he would do to forget all of this he was remembering.

He needed to do the student.

And so, as if on cue, he landed in the most silent of ways. He waited in silence, hiding behind the large door, observing where the student was going. When at last he knew she was going outside, he silently thanked her...at least he would get out of this uilding, and he would get out of the eerie feeling that somehow he was somewhere familiar.

Once again, he went back into the ush, and walked alongside her, but hidden.

Hearing something rustle in the bushes, she turned to look -- only she saw nothing. After staring at them for a while, she decided to continue on her stroll around the complex.

She took to looking at the student as if she were an exquisite work of art. The way her skirt ruffled whenever she walked, the way her bum curved everytime she took a step. The way she nicely filled the regulation school blouse as she wore it...everything.

The power of observance was a gift from his parent, and his was fine-tuned to dealy heights of accuracy. This was what he was going to use to size up his opponents, but now...well, anyhow this was mostly a welcome development.

At least they didn't try to kill him.

Mostly now, all he had in his mind was her. He somehow has succeeded in taking his thoughts off the past for the time being, and he focused on the girl and everything she had to offer him. Silently he stalked her, while looking for a junction where he could spring a surprise...

Ahead he saw a tree branch which covered the road prominently. Perfect...from there he could launch his attack, and somehow have the element of surprise. And so the thing he planned now was how to spring the surprise.

Still with some time to spare, Amalia decided to rest against a tree up ahead. She sat down, her back against the tree and her legs extended.

"Mmm... What a nice day..." she thought to herself, as she closed her eyes. Unfortunately though, she dozed off, leaving a smile on her face as she was calmed by her surroundings.

The monster surveyed the view from the branches, hidden from the sight of anyone suspicious enough to think that something hideous might actually be planning something against this girl.

She stopped walking and rested herself against the trunk of this tree. Perfect. Now was the time he was waiting for.

Another look to the left and the right. The coast was perfectly hidden and entirely clear. Thus he decided to swing dwon from the branch with the help of tentacles.

And he looked at the girl, her sweet elfin-shaped face and slightly open blouse drawing his attention. She would be a very sweet morsel...yes indeed...

And strangely enough, she slightly resembled one of his victims...the very daughter of his parent. It was as if this girl was drawn from one and the same seed, but that was impossible. That girl was mermaid, and this one was human. There was entirely no way that that was possible.

He crouched over her, looking and observing.

Amalia was fairly oblivious to the creature's movements. However, she squirmed and shifted a bit against the tree, maintaining the soft smile upon her face.

He was being drawn in mercilessly to her charms. She moved a bit, and how it did things to the monster that made him even want her more.

Her movement caused her uniform to shift a bit, furhter lowering the v-shaped opening and showing a bit more skin than what was proper. He could see the curve, the plumpness of her chest...youth certainly was wonderful. He could see the fabric of her bra digging against the skin, the gentle sweat rolling down her cleavage.

Her legs, long, slender and just so perfect. Markless...and creamy white...he couldn't resist but try touching it with his tendril. Upon contact, he felt the electricity, the sensation crawl up his spine. How nice to the touch it felt...He was going overboard.

And her face, eyes closed in a sleeping trance, so gentle and peacful...he could just give her a kiss. After all, this was the same feeling over again, when he first encountered his parent's daughter...

And he did not want to feel them again, because he knows just what will happen afterwards. It will be like those days all over again.

Amalia shivered a bit has the tendril slid upon her skin. Though she could feel averything happening, she continued interpreting it in her dream. Her face turned a light red as she envisioned everything.

He was lost in thoughts, but quickly came down to earth. What if she awakened? Well, he'd have to find a way to keep her silent, but...

For the moment he just tried to shut out everything but the vies in front of him. His mind was giving him very naughty thoughts about her, and after all she was still asleep! This was the perfect chance, if ever there was one.

He continued his daring assault. A thin tentacle protruded from him, and started unbuttoning the remaining buttons of the girl's blouse. And growing bolder, the tentacle rubbing on the girl's legs slowly went up...as his vision and his mind was starting to get clouded by lust, and the memory of his parent's daughter...