Chasing hot dogs (Chase)

The thick bushes that were hiding him were as impenetrable to the eye as the machine had been for his claws minutes ago, since the boy who became his prey passed right in front of him without even noticing the hoodie mobile fortress. A moment later, the small humanoid went through the bush pushing the weak branches with his powerful arms blazing a path where once had been a solid wall of branches. And once he was in the other side, Guglin began to follow the child.
The task that for any other biped creature would have been extremely easy for the little humanoid was becoming quite a challenge, since the clothes he was wearing were too large and threatened to trip him at every turn.

His feet moved unsure as if he was walking on a thin thread hanging over a cliff. The mutant advanced slowly, putting one foot before the other with great care and attention until he succeeded in reaching a reasonable speed and stability. Whenever he was about to fall, he began a comic dance in which he used his hands as counterweights until he could regain the balance.

Like the first time he had ventured out of the shadows to bite the machine, many people in the park were staring at him. Those who were closer could see his round head with yellow eyes peering under the hood while the more distant observers wondered what was inside of the hoodie.

He soon found himself walking alongside the human cub that was immersed in his human problems and did not seem to notice the presence of the green creature. Despite his weak sense of smell, once he was close enough, it was almost impossible to ignore the scent that extended from the human´s hands. It was the scent of glory mixed with the thrill of the hunt, and the taste of blood in his mouth after a very intense fight. It was all the scents he loved. For a moment he forgot that he was wrapped in clothes, and tried to run for the loot. Sadly he did not even managed to take a second step, he tripped on the clothes that were long as a dress. The world began to spin until all forms were mixed into one. The land exchanged places with the sky several times while he was unable to stop the momentum. His body rolled until he finally hit something solid. The boy.

Even when something solid had stopped his spinning, Gug was still feeling his head bouncing wildly, as if he was still immersed in the diabolical swirl. Still when he managed to gather all his courage, he stood again, just to fall heavily on his knees unable to overcome the dizziness. Inside her long armor it was so dark that it was almost impossible to guess where was supposed to be the sky or the ground, so after a second failed attempt, the little beast stopped trying to stay kneeling in his armor.

When he was still trying to find the flaw in his plan, the green humanoid came to the conclusion that at some point between his silent stalking and the well executed offensive maneuver, the human child had detected him and had counter attacked without mercy. Somehow his great hunting skills had failed, since he was the one laying on the floor.

Since inside his stronghold he was protected from the evil rays of the sun, the little mutant could lay there for hours. Or at least until he could regain his spacial ability to walk again properly. But a strange hand was willing to ruin his plans of laziness. The small humanoid found someone trying to steal his only protection from the sun, so he executed a quick slap to the intruder hand with his own extremity still hidden in the middle of the sleeve. At the same time, he grabbed the hood with the other, to avoid his helm from being removed.

When he stood to hit the child, Gug transformed the piece of cloth which hid him into something alive. The long sleeves were lifted in an instant like weird tentacles while his body gained mass. One arm moved directly toward the hand of the enemy, making that particular five finger extremity to move away, while the other sleeve was elevated to his face to accommodate his hood in an attempt to avoid the lethal sunlight.
Now that he was standing, as tall as he was, his faithful light armor achieved to emphasize his body enough to show that inside resided a minimally human creature. A round head stuffed the cowl, while a thin chest with two arms tried to fill a space too big for them.

Since the hood covered his eyes, Guglin could not see much of anything. The objects had become shadows against a background full of light that filtered through the fabric while the sounds had suffered a considerable reduction. Still, with his ears pressed to his face by the weight of his helmet, the creature managed to hear the irrelevant question of the child and immediately after, perhaps as punishment for his silence, he received a kick.
The blow was so weak that the little goblin almost laughed aloud but he managed to control the feeling in time, changing what would have been a raucous laugh into a growl of disapproval.

Tired of being deprived of his most important sense, the little monster raised his hood revealing his rare eyes made of liquid gold. The bright mineral was stained with red for a moment when the light changed, to return to its natural color moments later.

His strange yellow eyes found his goal at the exact moment when the boy gave it a savage bite that he should have executed. Knowing that the more he waits, the less food he would obtain, the little mutant ran the few steps that separated them and jumped toward his knees, clutching tightly to his clothes.
His arms were still trapped in the sleeves of his armor, so all the interactions of his fingers were intercepted by the cloth, which acted as a protective shield and also as a restraining force. But still he achieved to catch the child's clothing with enough force to hug his legs like an ugly bald koala. Releasing one hand, he attempted to reach the hot dog, but it was not enough. He had to climb higher.

At the precise moment he stretched his arm, his feet lost their grip turning his body into a devilish little pendulum that tilted out of control when the child attempted to get free. The irregular and unpredictable motion weaken the force of his hand enough that he was about to fall, but thanks to his agility and the experience with trees, the little goblin achieved to grasp his clothes again with the free hand, pulling harder in an attempt to climb higher.

Soon the little mutant started to consider the remote possibility that humans were not made to be climbed. The fact that the child was fiercely defending himself was one of the biggest hints, but the confirmation of his suspicions only came when the cub could not resist his tiny weight and fell hard against the pavement.

The verticality Guglin was fighting disappeared quickly when the world rotated its position, but even now that the child was lying horizontally, the goblin had to grab tightly to his clothes to avoid being thrown away by the boy´s struggle.
The boy squirmed as if he had no bone in his thin body without using any kind of defensive technique and not relying on a plan but he did so with such force that achieved to make the green goblin roll to his right.

The fabric that enveloped his body did nothing to stop the impact with the ground, nor to absorb the multiple blows received when he rolled but still Guglin stood once again. It was at that moment the little creature had enough time to feel the pain that extended through his body, where hundreds of sore spots produced by the fall and the fight pulsed at random. Far from being bothered, these uncomfortable feelings only managed to heighten the flavor of the food that he was about to steal.

Standing in front of his enemy, Guglin came to the conclusion that the boy, though inexperienced in battle, had proved a worthy adversary. And that just meant that he needed to overcome him before he could savor that glorious meat that had been converted by some strange magic in a stick.

Still smiling with his peculiar wicked smile, the little goblin began to run. His hands picked up his tunic so his feet could move more freely.
Soon his steps became a fierce charge that provided him with the momentum necessary to execute that dangerous wrestling movement. Gug jumped as high as he could and once he was in the air, he extended his limbs forming a deadly star that would fall on the boy. If he had aimed successfully.

Even before he hit the ground, his mind knew he had failed and it also knew the intensity of the physical pain he would feel, that strong imaginary pain transformed his face into a mask of pure affliction. The abstract ache soon found his twin when his physical body ferociously hit the ground, his lower body received the most of the damage on the impact with the concrete while his upper body was cushioned by the child's legs that although softer than the ground, managed to steal another cry of pain when his bone stabbed him under his ribs.

The blow to his stomach almost let him without air while the pain in his legs expanded rapidly, even then the small Guglin tried to climb higher. His enemy was now sitting, almost at his height, but his hopes of reaching his pockets ended when the child suddenly connected a hit directly to the monster's upper lip with one of his knees.

The blow that cut his lip was so unexpected that the little goblin withdrawn instinctively before realizing what he was doing, when he reduced the strength in his claws for just a moment the boy take that opportunity to get rid of him.
Cursing silently, the little monster got up with difficulty bringing to his muscles a sharp pain with every movement. He stood there for a moment, gathering strength, then run toward the trees.

A moment later the creature penetrated into the forest with his liquid gold eyes sparkling with rage and his sharp teeth stained with fresh blood. The red liquid dripping from his green chin.

Once he reached the protection of the generous trees, the small humanoid dissapeared inside the giant garment. First his head, then his arms until he escaped from his prison. A green wiry body emerged from the piece of cloth, green as the grass. He was naked but for a pair of pants that were too big for him. Under closer inspection the pants showed several bite marks that evidenced he had cut the legs in a clumsy attempt to resize it for his tiny body.
Guglin stretched, then wiped the blood from his lips and chin with his shirt, after the task was done he dropped it on the grass, forgetting the faithful object and all the things it had done for him.

His yellow eyes jumped between all the elements of the landscape, searching for the boy but finding nothing. His ears pricked, to move later in an attempt to find some source of sound, but everything was wrapped in a supernatural silence as if her had traveled between worlds.
His little nose proved to be as useless as his other senses. No matter how he tried, no smell came to him.

As with most problems, Guglin came to the simple conclusion that he needed more height. All the problems seemed to solved if one could be tall enough.
Now that nothing restricted his movements, his feet soon took him to the nearest tree without stumbling even once. It was a old tree and strong, despite it was not one of the tallest or one of the trees that offered more protection, it was exactly what he needed. The tree was small enough to be below the tops of the other trees, thus avoiding the sun, but it was elevated enough to be able to increase his visual field exponentially.
His sharp claws penetrated the thick bark with ease, giving him the ability to climb in short jumps. Just like a bear. Bald and green. But a bear just the same.