Monday, March 8, 2010

"Deep Space Hath No Fury"

"Women are all the same." Warren said, looking deep into to the green eyes of his lover.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Alice said, jumping down with inhuman dexterity from her perch atop the skyscraper's satellite.

"I don't know... but you are all the same."

"That’s very sweet honey." She kissed him.

Their kiss was interrupted by the shrapnel of concrete as some kind of heavy tank shell missed its mark. Warren was thrown back before he could even grab his antique sidearm, but somehow before he hit the ground he was already firing . At God knows what… Alice could only guess…

What she saw next was something so unreal it seemed ripped from the pages of a bad pulp magazine. A thick grey tentacle whipped down and ripped out Warren's shooting arm with a sick wet crunch.

...looking franticly around the small roof she realized that “shell” that had knocked poor Warren off his feet was not a shell at all, it was part of...

Alice looked away from the attacking creature's indescribable face and vomited.

As she retched, she saw Warren laying prone on the rooftop, half his blood already gone from his body, the left side of his torso mostly missing in a pool of gore, his wide eyes open and unmoving. The creature turned to her and commanded her to look upon it's visage, and she spun like a thrall to it's commands, whipping her head away from her love to face it even as she held back her bile. Tears ran freely down her face.

"I've come to see Warren." Its many sores seemed to ooze as it talked in a voice that somehow was distinctly male.

"YOU FOOL!" Alice shouted, "WARREN IS DEAD!" Her voice shook the very foundations of the skyscraper and almost pushed the beast's heinous features into something resembling a flinch.

The creature fled back into the dark corners of deep space.

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