Science Fiction
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Simon nervously places his palm against the board and a substance spews forth, wrapping itself around his hand. He bites down on his bottom lip, hissing with pain as he pierces the flesh. A siren breaks the silence, and then the substance begins to tighten its grip around his hand.
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“Lock the god damn bridge down NOW! Or is there a malfunction with your hearing?” Shadforce yells, starring sternly towards Kristoff. ”No sir, my hearing is working perfectly. But, my prime directives overrule your commands, regardless of the attacking war party, eighty-seven crew members are still alive aboard this vessel.”
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“Your technology is lacking human, the stars will never be yours. We will hunt you all, like the pests you are, and eliminate your species from existence,” Kreegan says, smiling broadly. “The thing about humans,” Crocker says, opening his hand to reveal a dead-man switch. “Death is a stepping stone.”
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“No more silly questions. No more pointless arguments delaying what we all know we’ve gotta do. When I open the fucking door, just BLOODY DO IT!” Stephan yells as he grips the handle. “B-B-But, but I don…” Sierra doesn’t get to finish her sentence as Stephen pulls open the door.
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“Just take it like it was meant girl. Your father was a good man, he just made a few bad life choices is all,” Gus says before breaking out in another violent coughing fit. “He killed a woman and her unborn child, how’s that marked down to bad life choices?”
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“The master bedroom, as you can see, has its own ensuite, so you don’t have far to travel in the middle of the night,” Kevin says with a well rehearsed chuckle. “Is this the room where the owners were murdered?” Mary asks, causing Kevin to go white as a ghost.
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“It’s Jennifer,” she says sternly. “Of course, how unforgivable of me,” he says, then quickly grabs her by the hair, and pulls her close. “Just so you know, you ever correct me again, and I’ll have the boys mail your kids back to you, piece, by piece. Do you understand?”
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He screams as the pliers are ripped back, tearing off his finger nail. ”FOR FUCK SAKE, I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANT!” He screams into the hooded man’s face. “Why do you keep thinking I want something from you?” He whispers, gripping another finger nail with the pliers and pulls.
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“We all are the same, underneath this skin, sinner wanting to bathe in the blood of the innocent,” He says, smiling as he slices the knife across Rusty’s chest, severing her bra straps, and causing her ample breasts to topple out. ”But I do so love that skin,” he says. Find the extended version in Dismembered…
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“There are something you don’t want to know, trust me,” He says flashing a wry smile as he gets to his feet. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have other more important things to do tonight.” ”You’re lying,” she says, grabbing him by the arm, his eyes erupt with power.
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“So, you’re denying it then?” ”Of course I’m fucking denying it! I never touched any of them, why would I?” He says wriggling his way free from their grip. “What’s that supposed to mean?” ”What’s, what supposed to mean?” He says confused. ”What does ‘why would you’ mean?” ”The fuck?”
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Derek pulls himself to his knees, using the headstone to brace himself against. He tastes the saltiness of his blood, feeling around in his mouth with his tongue, he touches the broken roots that remain from where his teeth once were, then spits a mouthful of blood to the ground.
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“That’s not what I was hoping you would say,” Jerome says, his head dropping forward as tears stream down his face. She smiles softly, places a hand on his shoulder. ”It’s for the better this way. We are worlds apart you and I, an eternity even,” she says, squeezing him.
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That’s when I knew I had gone too far down the staircase, I had filed to heed that stupid whores warnings, and I had, sadly, walked down into exactly what I had originally said would be happening. Charles looked towards me, through eyes not his, smiling as I wet myself.
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“You think, after all these years, after countless men, men greater than you, men who did more than you could ever dream to do,” he says, lifting Cassidy’s broken, bloody body from the ground. “What made you think you would be the one to claim me?” ”B-B-B-Because you’ve gotten old.”
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“If you would all stop your pathetic sniveling, I’ll move onto something uplifting, rather than me ranting and raving about how I actually feel about you all,” he says, looking around the now silent classroom. ”That’s much better, how refreshing it is to actually have you all listening for once.”
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“I cannot be what you want me to be,” she says, gently placing a hand on his. His bottom lip trembles as he fights back the tears, “Why?” ”You know my answer.” ”Then you’ll also know what I’ll do to them, won’t you? They’ll all suffer because of you?” ”Yes.”
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He falls to his knees, clutching at his throat as blood gushes from it, perfectly in tune with his heart. He tumbled forward, hitting the ground with such force, that his head vibrates like a metal drummers cymbal, and, as everything goes dark, he catches a glimpse of her smile.
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He feels something tear into his stomach, the pain unbearable. He tries to scream, but a strong hand grips his mouth, forcing it closed. He feels a warm breath against the side of his face, and a slow hiss builds next to his left ear. ”Hello Kliver, I missed you.”
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He places the bloody blade down at her feet and steps backwards. His deep, recessed eyes stare blankly towards her, while his once twisted face, now emotionless. ”You have done well my pet, now, you can rest,” she says, seconds later he drops to the floor in a lifeless heap.