Chapter #4The Mothman of Crystal Cove, or, mimic 4 by: kamenmaster   At the moment Daphne was walking alone in the twilight of the forest, not that long ago she was paired off with Fred, as usual, until the blond "leader" of the gang whent off on a long winded exposition about what kind of traps would be best to catch a mothman. She loved the boy but by god could he be irritating at times.
"The big dope, he probably hasn't even noticed that I'm gone yet." Daphne sighed in aggrivation, all this effort for what was probably some goon in a costume that was using mass hysteria in combination with a local legend to drive people away from a abandond gold mine or some such thing.
So distracted was Daphne that she walks headlong into someone standing in the middle of the path, knocking her back onto her butt.
"Ow, sorry about that I didn't see you there."
Daphne looks up at who she walked into and see's a tall dark figure, wearing what appears to be a long cloak. The figure stares down at Daphne, blankly, silent as the grave.
"Um, do you even speak english?"
The response she gets is a deep throaty hiss, Daphne then starts crawling backwards slowly away from who, or whatever it was she was talking to.
"Is that a no?"
Then slowly, painfully so, the cloak starts to unfold itself unfurling into a set of large wings, moth wings if Daphne was seeing right. A pair of feather-like antennae unfurl from its head, and the vaugly human like face splits apart revealing itself to be two small arm like appendages attached to the creatures sholders revealing a set of chitenous jaws and two insectoid eyes.
Daphne is stunned silent for a few seconds, before screaming like a woman posessed. The moth creature responds in kind with a roar like hiss. Then pounces on it's unlucky prey, pinning her arms and legs to the ground with it's vice like hands and feet. The moth beast roars again before opening its mouth wide and starts spraying Daphne with a thick viscous silk gagging her mouth shut and eventually cocooning her whole body in silk.
With its prey securly cocooned the creature then produces a large stinger from its abdomen which it then jabs into the cocoon pumping somthing into Daphne's leg.
With her mouth gagged Daphne can only moan at the burning senstation that comes from the sting which quickly spreads from the injection point to all over her body. The red head of the Mystery inc. gang writhes in agony for a few while, which only causes her silk prison to shudder slightly. A minute or so passes and soon the pain becomes to much and Daphne starts to pass out.
'Feeling faint getting dizzy, am I dying?'
Once Daphne has passed out the cocoon stops to shiver, the moth creature lets of a soft yet victorious hiss, grabbs its prize and flys deep into the forest far beyond the trails and camp grounds.
Deep into the trees the creature retuns to its lair a small portion of the forest quartered off with silk tripwires to warn of intruders, and the leaves of the trees clumped together with more silk to create a think canvus that shades all beneath it from the sun, the moth creature then carefully sticks to cocoon containing Daphne to a tree in its grotto with more silk, then it finds a nearby brach hangs from it like a bat, wraps its wings around it and focuses all its attention on the cocoon.
Eventually the rest of the gang notice Daphne's abscense and start to search, as the hours crawl by they get the police involved, as the hours start to become days, Daphne's parents use their wealth to get private eyes, search parties, the national guard even, but none know where to look.
The days become one week, then two, then comes the third week. In the creatures nest neither it nor the cocoon have seemed to move at all during this time, if the thin layer of dust on both is anything to go by.
Then suddenly a sickening squelch noise comes from inside the cocoon and it starts to shiver and shake. The moth creature perks up and drops from its spot stalking up to the cocoon and carefuly caressing it with its antennae all the while making gentle clicking sounds to whatever it was Daphne had become in the past weeks.
Then a large crack appears in the cocoon spilling a sickening sludge on the ground beneath it, then whatever it was inside starts to push its way out, it tumbles from the cocoon onto the ground with an uncerimonious flop.
Daphne had emerged from her internment at last but now she was  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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