FULL MOON:
      A bloody pod sits alone in the grass. The light of the moon is reflected off of the shiny surface, but also allows a slight view through the translucent surface. Vibrant shades of pink and red stand out against the grotesque exterior. It appears organic in structure, but alien in origin.
      It suddenly begins to shake. It violently rolls and thrashes about the ground. One might think it was inhabited by some foul demon trapped in his own personal hell, writhing in torment. Its movements are made all the more horrifying by convulsive movements occurring inside the pod. This continues for several minutes. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, the pod changes shape. The surface stretches, unevenly, but in all directions. This only adds to the disgusting spectacle. Then suddenly, cracks form on the pod's exterior. Holes form as the cracks break open. Soon the pod is torn apart and thrown aside, leaving only it's gruesome contents to bask under the pure white, angelic, moonbeams. An unclothed male child, covered in a thick, gelatinous, mucus-like film lays there. He looks about the age of 5, but he is no normal child. He quietly sits up and, using his hands to facilitate, he wipes and licks the slime from his body. After some time he is clean. After sitting patiently, waiting to dry, he stands and runs off into the darkness of a neighboring forest.

WANING GIBBOUS:
      The child-like creature has grown some and found clothing. He appears to be a child of 8. One would find him no him different from any other child, except in his mannerism. He doesn't smile like the other children. His face stays stoic and unchanging. His eyes do not have that spark of life, that sense of wonder that the other children have. His eyes stay fixed forward, staring off into the distance, but at nothing in particular. He takes in all that he sees and hears, and progresses mentally at an astounding rate. He already knows many words and is starting to form sentences. He absorbs all that is around him; nature, technology and other people through TV, radio, and by simply observing those on the sidewalks.
      He has eaten nothing since his birth (save the ooze covering his body), yet he does not desire any nourishment. He gets many strange looks by the normal people walking about but they do little more than stare and walk on, some may say something quietly under their breath, or whisper to their friend but they do not dare approach him. They don't want to interfere, might it interfere with their lives. But, nonetheless he pays no attention to them. He is occupied with his own pursuits.

LAST QUARTER:
       He is now through observing. He has the intellect many of the normal people desire but few of them ever obtain. He attention now turns on the working of the humans. In appearance he looks to be a child of 11. He tries to interact with the ones his age. They pay him little attention. His interests are different, they do not involve playing games and other trivial matters. He wants meaningful interaction, and discussion: to find out how they work. Alas, his cold blank stare turns many of them away.
      He doesn't fare any better with the adults. They just see him as another child, full of innocence, void of intelligence. They demean him as they brush off anything he says. They too are turned off by his eyes. His stare frightens them, they can't deal with it.
      He is left alone. Although, through this he learns a lot about them, how they act and react, what they like and what they detest. He is still left with questions, why do they ignore him, why don't they understand him, what makes him different from the others who look like him. Deep inside him these questions and feelings sit, churning, as he goes over them again and again with no satisfactory answer.

OLD CRESCENT:
      He has aged. He now looks 14. He still gets no interaction from those that look his age, and he still gets no respect from the adults. His questions have turned to demands and his desire of knowledge has mutated into hate. He still gets no answers from anyone. He is beginning to think that maybe they are an inconsiderate people or that they know that he is different. Or, possibly, they don't care for anything but their personal enjoyment and their own gain. He would gladly do anything to get something that helped him understand them.
      In a way things have gotten worse. The differences in the way he acts now makes the others cast him out. The ones his age say disparaging things, but not only among themselves but right in front of him and even sometimes to his face. The adults find it odd he doesn't want to do what the others do, that he doesn't interact and share their thoughts and desires. How is he to convey his thoughts and desires if no one will listen?

NEW MOON (total darkness):
      His rage and hate has surpassed his curiosity. He no longer cares why they dislike him. He voluntarily avoids them. He looks to be about 17. The others his age are out pairing off. He too has a desire to find a mate but few even glance in his direction, those that do soon turn in revolt. What would he do if he found one that shared his desire and thoughts? His eyes are still full of darkness but if you look deep inside you see a bright red flame burning deep inside kept ablaze by his unending hatred.
      He now wishes something other than the mental nourishment he has been living on, he wants something physical, that will satisfy his physical needs. Everywhere he goes he sees these people, these people he can not stand to see. He could go away, far away to be alone, but his rage and his desire to know what they are thinking keeps him there. He feels he exists for no reason. Everyone he sees only increases his feelings of hate and desire to cease to exist.

YOUNG CRESCENT:
      He now looks 20. The fire inside has reached peak. It can no longer be contained inside him, it must be let out. It must burn those that despise him. One of the people stare with a look of repulsiveness. It is too much, the hunger must be fulfilled. Quickly he grabs the person and begins to tear them apart. He rips at the flesh, tearing it open, and spreading the entrails all around in his fury. The more he destroys, the more his desire to destroy increases. Soon there is nothing left of the person; one would have no idea the mass that lays upon ground and the wall and the street and the trees was not long ago a living being.
      This begins a rampage. He destroys every person he sees, caring not about their feelings or wants. Why should he? They never cared for his. They are a miserable life form and should be eradicated.

FIRST QUARTER:
     The reign of terror continues. The flame burning inside him drives him forward. He destroys as many as he can but now they wish to destroy him. He should have saw this coming, when they stared at him with looks of disgust they wanted him gone, they wish they had never laid eyes on him.
      His body is that of a 23 year old. Many pursue him but he takes care of his pursuers. Some of the first ones he seeked out to destroy were the very ones that wanted nothing to do with him in his past. Before they stared with loathing, now they stare with fear, wondering what his next move will be. But inside they know what is going to happen. They should have known it when they first laid eyes on him, this evil being. He wasn't like the others, something had to be wrong, dreadfully wrong.

WAXING GIBBOUS:
      The fire inside has cooled so that all is left is a dark lump, glowing slightly from it's remaining heat. Destroying no longer fulfills him. He now just wants to go away from it all. Be alone, away from those who don't welcome him.
      He no longer has any desires. He cares not if he lives or dies. He was not like them and he knew it. They could not accept that which they did not understand. Did they have to shun him though? But would have total ignorance on their part been better; is it better to exist and be despised than it seem like you don't exist at all? No one ever even tried to sympathize with his feelings and with his thinking. While he never outright tried to sympathize with them he would have, gladly, if they would have just tried to help him to understand.

FULL MOON:
      All of the feelings of loneliness and unwantedness turned inward and go deep inside him. They attached to the dark lump. He could no longer take these feelings. As he looked up at the moon he wondered why people who live in such happiness and beauty are so heartless and cruel.
      His time among the people was over. Slowly and gently he started sucking on his fingertips, it turned to knawing and soon he chewed them off. They went deep inside him. Next he started on his hands and arms and then to his feet. He devoured his entire body. All that was left was a mass, a bloody pod sitting alone in the grass.