It's Pronounced Haw-Dreezjh

Hodriges begins his adventures as a serial killer.

In a world, where everything was extremely average... I mean the weather was fine and the world leaders were stealing each other’s noses, so not much to complain about. However, there was a new animal growing stronger in the shadows. He was to be a menace to society, with cold blood coursing through his veins.

Standing at three and a half feet, Hodriges was a mutated descendent of the penguin species. His legs were far more muscular than those of penguins and he grew spikes on his still-flightless wings. His appearance was far distinguished from that of a penguin as he had fiery hair that spiked his maroon head. His muscular purple belly added a majestic touch to Hodriges and drew attention away from his four-toed feet.

Perhaps Hodriges’ most surprising feature was his verbal communication. His cries were a low baritone and he rarely made noise. Hodriges had very few goals in life, but they involved staying stealthed as much as possible. His days were carefully scheduled. Hodriges would climb into people’s houses and hide in their bedroom closets. If there was someone in the bedroom between 7:00 and 9:00 in the morning, he would reveal himself from the closet and slap the person with his spiked wings.

Yes, Hodriges intended to end these victims’ lives. He was a quirky creature. It’s hard to look at him and his habits and call him a serial killer, but that’s exactly what he was. It all started on a July 4th in Richmond, Virginia. A family was out of their house late one night while they watched a fireworks show. At around 11:00 PM, Hodriges found an open window on the second story. Using his strong legs, he jumped high and landed in a bedroom.

The bedroom was quite roomy and the lights had been left on. The walls were crimson and the floor was, well, we don’t know what color the floor was because it was covered in toys, action figures, Legos™, and clothes sprawled from wall to wall. A big bed lay against the wall, opposite a small closet. Hodriges entered the closet and did what he does best - wait.

Hodriges is a patient spirit, but he always knows what time it is. It was 12:52 AM when a human entered and went to sleep. At 7:00, it was time to strike. Hodriges quietly tiptoed out of the closet and walked toward the bed. He removed the comforter from the bed, revealing a small boy, probably around the age of Hodriges didn’t give a damn. He reared back and flung his right wing across the boy’s face, leaving a big red mark and awakening the child.

Before he could scream, Hodriges followed up with another vicious slap aimed at the boy’s mouth, silencing the foolish mortal. A barrage of lethal slaps left a bloody mess where the dead kid lay. Having begun his career as a secret serial killer, Hodriges fled through the window, landing with a thud and waddling towards another house to terrorize.