Your name is Alice. You are eighteen, though you've been told you look younger, now finally a free woman after a couple of years in rather awkward foster care, and you have a mission.
For a long time now you've been... different. When you were twelve you didn't know much different. You thought everyone was like you. I mean, you LOOKED like everyone else, but your mom always did insist you not talk about your eating habits. "They wouldn't understand." She said.
Then disaster struck a couple of years ago. Your mom often disappeared for a day or so, but never explained why she left other than 'important work.' But one time she never returned. After a couple of days you called the police, and at first not a lot happened. You kind of felt no-one wanted to believe a sixteen year old girl! But thinking back on it now it may have been they were trying to protect you while they searched. They never found a trace of her.
You were alone, and at first were placed with a foster parent. That guy though... he 'returned' you rather quickly. You couldn't understand why. It was only a small pig after all. No big deal.
Your stuff and your mom's was in a storage shed and you'd gone back to check on stuff while they tried to find another person to take care of you until you were of age, and you stumbled across a note book that the police had missed in it's hiding place (you never liked that statue anyway. Oops!) As you read you began to see red.
Your mom was tracking down dangerous monsters. Monsters that were invading a local all girl school. And her last notes were that one of them had started hunting her. Her last departure was to try and lure it away so it couldn't track you down!
You knew that school. You'd passed it a lot in town, and your mom had considered sending you there a long time ago, then abruptly changed her mind. Now you knew why! But you knew whatever had tracked her down had killed her. You just knew it!
You decided then you were going to hunt down these monsters. Hunt them down and eat them! They'd never hurt anyone ever again! They could hide themselves as women teachers all they wanted, but you'd unmask them! You'd find the one that killed your mother and make them pay! Unfortunately you'd had to wait through two awkward years of care under others till you could make it on your own, and finally realized the other girls didn't generally eat meals larger than their own body mass once a month. You'd managed to learn to like some 'normal' meals and could pass for the others. You suspected, given what you'd seen on TV, that you were like a snake, at least on the inside. Though oddly snakes showed their meals once eaten. You didn't. At least you didn't have to worry about dieting like other girls apparently did. You still hadn't figured out what was up with that 'no bulge' thing and why it had freaked that first foster dad so much.
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