Science Fiction
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Stuart pushes the door open, peering into the room, searching the room for the source of the noise, eventually spotting Mary, his daughter, standing in the darkness, and breathes a sigh of relief. ”Honey, what are you doing up?” She turns quickly, brandishing a bloody knife. ”Kitty wouldn’t be quite!”
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“I thought she was a demon, sent to collect my soul because I reneged on the deal, but she wasn’t, was she.” ”Do you find yourself hunted by demons regularly?” Windthoroe asks, leaning forward in his chair. Callahan laughs loudly, “It wouldn’t matter would it? You wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
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The starship explodes in a brilliant display of colours. “May death be your reward, old friend,” Maldor says, through clenched teeth. “Take a number, the lines only going to get longer,” Jenkins says, placing a blaster to Maldor’s head. ”H-H-How?” ”Not all your crew believe the lies the federation spread!”
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“I thought I was going to be one of the lucky ones, one of those guys who doesn’t end up with a shitty Christmas story. But this fucker sure changed that!” ”Seriously! We’re trapped in our own home by some lunatic, and you’re worried about having a shitty Christmas story!”
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“That’s what happened, the whole story,” Keith says, wiping the tears from his face. ”I-I-I, I never realised that’s why you hated Christmas so much. Oh Keith, I’m so sorry,” Donna says, placing a hand on his. ”Don’t be, it made me who I am today,” He says, smiling wryly.
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“Isn’t it funny, how in the end, the true enemy, the true destroyers of the earth. Were the ones who lied, created this quest, framing another race, who we then scoured the stars for,” Johns says, coughing up a mouthful of bile and blood. ”There’s nothing funny about your lies!”
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“As I said before Samuel, my name is not important, and neither is why I have chosen to tell you these truths. The only thing you need concern yourself with is the simple fact, tonight, people you love, will die. Unless you shut up and listen to me,” he says.
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Darryl stares at the poorly wrapped present, as sweat run quickly down his forehead. Nervously he reaches out, gripping its wrapping, and begins slowly pulling away the soiled newspaper, until a plain cardboard box sits nestled in a nest of torn paper. ”Open it,” the voice hisses in his ear.
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He cups her shattered skull in his lap and looks frantically around the room, tears running down his face. ”It didn’t have to end this way,” he cries. “IT DIDN’T HAVE TO END THIS WAY!” The blade of the axe crashes forcefully down into his skull. ”Of course it did!”
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“We all can’t be heroes Jim, some of us need to be the villain,” Anders says, digging the blade into Jim’s stomach. ”T-T-The federation will come for you. T-They’ll hunt you do-do-down like a dog, everyone you’ve ever c-c-cared for will b…” ”Everyone I ever cared for is already dead!”
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“Come on Steven, think it over, put all the pieces together and realise you already know the answer to your question,” he says, smiling broadly. ”Y-Y-You’re h-h-him?” ”In the flesh. Actually, flesh is such a passé word to use, but, it resembles what you bag-of-bones wear, so it will be,”
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The body suddenly drops to the floor, exploding like an overfilled water balloon, drenching Mace, who drops to his knees in frozen terror. ”W-W-Wh-Wh-What t-t-the hell just h-hap-happened?” He says in horror, frantically wiping the liquified remains from his face. “I’d say the disruption we were hoping for, just happened.”
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Her teeth saw together like blades of a chainsaw, tearing at each other, sending chills down his spine. Slowly he eases himself up from the bed, but before he’s fully detached from the bed a hand grabs him tightly, and she stares murderously into his eyes. “There is no escape!”
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The metal door slides open and Absolom steps in, flanked by two royal guards. ”I must be hitting above my pay grade, if the Supreme Deity sent his faviroute son,” Reynolds says, his words laced with sarcasm. “You think too highly of yourself Captain Severson, But, that will soon change.”
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She stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light, while thick clumps of vomit fall off her, to the floor. ”Mamma,” she says in a high-pitched, whiney voice. ”W-W-What?” Karen says, raising her head from the pillow. “H-H-H-Honey, a-are y-o-you okay?” ”Mamma, he said he’s coming for your soul.”
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“I said, I SEE IT!” Wilks screams, as he turns the ship downward, punching the afterburners, but the Wraith follows him relentlessly. “A little help!” He yells, as his dashboard lights up, alerting him of incoming fire. “No one can help you now, Commander!” A voice hisses over his headset.
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“I will devour all you are!” The deformed form of Martin screams, spitting a vile black liquid from his mouth, as he slowly, like an injured animal, makes his way toward Devon. Petrified, she presses herself up against the cabins wall, her eyes growing wider with each slow, demented step.
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“Pockets in time?” he repeats, turning towards First Lieutenant Socravic. “Yes, it’s been theorised, but I’ve never actually seen it take place. The dwarf star’s death created a temporal anomaly, that interacted with the particles left from the destruction of the Falcors grav drive.” ”Will it dissipate?” ”That is, unknown.”
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The pod crashes into the ground violently, cutting a path through the landscape like a blade through butter, until finally it comes to an eventual stop. For minutes it sits motionless, small sparks erupt throughout its hull, followed eventually by flames. A hatchway explodes open and two figures tumble out.
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“I sense it,” Darrius says, looking over towards her, she fights back the tears and pulls her gaze away from his. ”A-A-Are you sure?” “Commander, there are many things in this vast galaxy I am unsure of, his death is not one of them,” he replies. ”Then it’s truly begun.”