Sneak Peek at The Caddis Initiative by Cassie Carnage
Behind her the weird mutant crab quivered and shook. It made a dry rattling sound, like quills knocking together.
“Oh neat,” Kiki said and walked back over to look at it.
“Don’t get too close.”
Bowser whined. He sounded scared.
The slimy stuff shivered as it shrank tight against the crab’s body.
“Kiki come here,” I said and pulled her away from it.
There was a sharp bone-cracking sound, and ten crab legs popped up and unfolded out of its shell.
“Madre de dios,” I said and crossed myself.
Kiki grabbed my shoulders and hid behind me, using my body as a shield. My legs were shaking, not because I was afraid of that thing, but because my body was weak.
The legs were all over, sticking up at odd angles on the top and sides of body. Not where crab legs normally sit in sockets on the underside of the shell. Not at all.
The legs were a bright, angry purple color, and covered in silver swirls of soft, downy white fuzz, like lamb’s ear leaves. The swirls all faced the same direction--spinning up the legs towards the body. As we stood there and watched, little buds formed in the center of the swirls and pushed up from the carapace in tiny mounds that grew into stubby, short eye-stalks. Compound eyes blossomed open on the ends of the stalks.
“Kiki, what is that?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
As we stood there watching, the base sockets of the legs were pushed out of its body by tiny orange hair-like roots. The roots were moving, like weird alien tentacles in an anime. They walked the legs, sockets and all, down to the sides of the shell, where they wriggled and burrowed back into the body.
“It has free-floating legs. How is that possible?” Kiki asked.
“No clue. You're the marine biologist. You tell me.”
Kiki shoved her phone past my head and took a video of it as it stood up on its weird legs.
The creature was taking slow, measured steps towards Bowser. There was no telling what it would do if it got a hold of him.
I looked around.
Someone had left an empty milk crate sitting by the back door. The ground was littered with cigarette butts, so it must have been Mrs. Waters. She liked to sit when she smoked outside.
“Stay here. Don't let that thing get close to you,” I said.
“And what are you going to do?”
“Save your stupid dog before it gets eaten by that thing.”
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