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large metal wire with a hand protruding from it.
The squirrel felt a sharp pain surge through his body, and just as he drew in his last breath, he saw where the other end of Michael--the cord--was; the electrical socket.
Michael, now a wire, realized something: being an inanimate object he had no requirement to eat. He had just killed the squirrel for no reason. But now, he felt the urge to continue killing; he felt a strong empowerment now surging through the wire which was recently his veins.
Michael, the wire, slowly slithered snakedly out of the window. He knew that there was a playground nearby, and being 3:00 PM, he knew that the children were now out of school. They'd be laughing and playing on the metal jungle gym. They'd be swinging back and forth with their hands touching the metal chains of the swingsets. They'd be vulnerable.
He arrived at the playground; now being used to his new form, he was now fast. He could move faster than the eye could see. Slithering up the pole leading to the light which lit up the park at night, he looked at all of the children, his prey. He broke the light, allowing one end of his wire to enter the socked which once held it.
He swung down, and just as he was about to touch the metal of the swing, a bird intercepted his path, catching him in it's mouth. The bird immediately was aflame. It soared to the ground, Michael held firmly in it's seizurific beak. He was trapped, and he was powerless.
He watched as one particularily fat, orange haired, kid gingerly made his way over him. He tried to grab at the kid, but as he did, the large boy took hold of him. And then the boy promptly put Michael into his...
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