Eyes Don't Lie

The black silhouette of the creative was the only proof of its existence. The little girl, only 5 years of age, sat with a content look on her face as she sat and gazed at the wall where the being lay, oblivious of it. She squealed with delight as her own pet cat climbed up towards it — still unaware.
A sudden hiss and yelp of pain from her cat alerted the girl of the presence of the monster in her own garden. Her skin, usually a cherry red, turned as white as the snow that fell. An omnipresent growl locked her in her seat. She trembled, fearing the unknown. The creature stretched it's full length and clicked the bones of its shoulders into their usual place. It was huge, cat-like. The sheen of the emeralds in its eyes seemed out of place in such a hellish being. However, the jagged spires protruding from its jaw betrayed the peaceful demeanor it put on.
A possum ran out from under her house—searching for a few scraps to gorge on. The icy gems of the demon focused on the possum—freezing the small rodent in place. An eternity passed in front of the girl's eyes as the animals fought an imaginary battle of minds. Slap. The possum hit the floor, faking death as is the nature of its kind. It didn't fool the beast, however. It seemed sentient—almost as if it could feel the life emitting from the possum. It pounced and yet the possum stayed still. The girl watched without once looking away as the demon clawed at the now writhing possum.
It's grip did not falter, even as the possums cries of torment became more and more desperate. And still the girl's stare did not falter. A thin line of blood drew across the forehead of the possum, drawing a flick of satisfaction from the predator. In one otherworldly motion, the throat of the possum was ripped out with a large talon that had grown on the underside of the things paw. Then it focused it's gaze upon the girl. She bit her tongue, forcing herself to move away from the snapping lances that had been aimed at her abdomen. With a blinding snap of green light, the beast snapped to her side. At this distance, she could see the unnatural black fur that coated it's body; the regal stature that it imposed; the sadness in its eyes. In one second, she saw a thousand deaths. It disgusted her. She didn't know how anything could be capable of such brutality and maintain such an elegant air. Then she noticed the monotone sky in all of these murders. Despite the weather appearing brilliant, (she even recognized one of the scenes as just around the street on the day where water warfare was declared) the sky remained as grey as if a storm was brewing.
The next thing she noticed was a nagging sadness, threatening to drag her down into the current of memories. Then, the memories ended. The creatures green eyes had turned a watery shade of blue—was it crying? It slashed it's claws into the wooden porch under its feet, and then made to leave. But it's darker side had other plans. In a second, the peace of its watery eyes had morphed into a demonic red. The daggers once again were aimed at her abdomen. She said her prayers to whatever irritated God that had sent this foul being down to assail her. Sarah Harrison's body was later found with her throat removed, and with no trace of an attacker. Her parents claim that she was sitting out in the garden, enjoying the weather, as they heard her screams of torment. After an extensive search of the area, no weaponry was found—just footprints that seemed to belong to a cat of a size similar to a lynx. A postmortem of the child's body came up with nothing, and the case was closed due to lack of evidence.
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