The Leech Mr. Incognito: The Leech
I stare into the slick black eye stalks at the creature before me. I shudder at its squeaking cries. A twisted sound to my ears! I can see the black and crimson vitae, rich with the stench of iron and salt. It stares back at me in as much horror as I experience for the slime-sheathed beast that discharges its greasy countenance upon the floor of my kitchen.
‘Be gone foul creature.” I shout at the monster before me. “Be gone away from me, be gone away from my son, and be gone from my life!” But the beast interrupts me at every syllable with it mocking sounds. Its globular eyes stare blankly at me, in a never-ending barrage of hatred and disgust.
I ask the beast “Why do you stare at me like that? What is it upon my face that a satanic beast such as you could find so repulsive?” Through my anger I can begin to feel hostile perspiration begin to flow freely through every pore of my body, thick and salty, dripping on the floor and pooling beneath my feet!
“Why do you mock me with your twisted language? Your evil tongue is an abomination to the Holy Father!”
With a toothless sneer upon its maw the beast reaches to touch me. I screech in horror and pain, a twisted sound escapes my lips as I try to swat the beast away.
A cool, smooth a wickedly and cruel surface greets my touch, the demonic surface of the mirror before me. When had I become the leech?
