zesty_pinto | (no subject)

When the odds were against me, I fought the best way I could. The bullets did nothing against them though. It was like their skin ate the bullets, swallowed them into their pale pink and white speckled skins. They grinned, ran for me rabidly barking and flailing and striking. The weapon was doing nothing.

There was a clip left. I threw the clip into one and watched it begin to get absorbed. I then fired at the clip, and in half a second, flesh and shrapnel escaped into the air in a shower of meat.

This was enough to scare away the others. They stayed away from me, eyeing their comrade with those human eyes with a hungry curiosity. I continued to step back, continued to stray back, hoping they would not see the wincing in my leg. The shrapnel found a home there. They soon did not care, and began to devour their comrade. I ran.

The jungle seemed endless. I could feel its warm humid air attempt to invade my suit through the puncture, and I could feel something tropic mix with the blood that began to trickle free. Then luck would come to me.

For the first time in a long time, I came upon a building in the artificial jungle of horrors. It was shaped like the walls of the ship. I thought I was saved, and perhaps I was. Perhaps the pain that thumped into my head would no longer speak to me. I opened the door, and there was the control room that I had long hoped to see.

But it was not the control room that I remembered. It was no longer just a place of monitoring the section of the ship, but a blood-stained pavilion with walls adorned with pink leathery skins like African tapestry. The monitors continued to work as though nothing had changed, as though the primitive structures of bone here, of their crucifixion signs meant nothing.

But even though there was this happening around me, I had to escape. There had to be at least one escape pod somewhere in the vicinity. As I pressed the buttons away, I went through the interface with blood-stained fingers against blood-stained keys. The screen finally showed me the statistics for the escape pod room, and I was shown a room that had already ejected all of its pods.

A metal stairway led upward, and I was a fool to come up. I was a fool because then I thought there was something there that might have told me of another escape pod. I was telling myself there might have been another place to go that was located around the bridge. I stepped up, climbing until I reached the top and there was the seat for the commanding observer, covered in the skins of what might have been lessers, inlaid with bone and made to look like a throne. It was a throne, and sitting on it was an old man with unkept hair, wrinkles, a mad look, and a smell that told me why the room had reeked of urine.

"A dream are you?" Was the first thing he asked me. The voice was someone I remembered and I soon realized who it was. One of the scientists I worked with was now an insane fool. It took me back. Although it had been a month, he had gone from a man who was younger than me in appearance, to someone that I could no longer recognize.

"Dr. Faust?"

"Faust was a fool, he was... gave his soul to the devil when he should have kept it, waiting for the time of judgement." He cackled "already we have eden. We have it here, and you, Lucifer. Why are you here with your horde?"

"What the hell happened to you?"

He took offense. That was when I realized the blathering old man was not as defenseless as he seemed. His hands were also stricken with razor-sharp claws.

"Penance, Lucifer! You will request penance or be left to suffer as the beasts lower than you! You will be as a snake and the heels of women will step on you!"

I took a step back in reaction when he stood up.

"Divinity! DIVINITY!" He grinned. I saw a collection of white and black teeth mixed with rusty steel incisors. The pain was acting on me again and throbbed hard.

"Do you not hear the sound of God? Do you not hear him pleading for your return? Return to us, Lucifer! Return to your place as servant of God!"

With this, he quickly rushed me, slashed my chest and lacerated it with pain. I turned up, and in reaction whipped him with the end of my firearm before cracking his body with bullets. He crimped into the ground as a dead lump of flesh.

I was stuck here for the time. I sat for a while and then began to cry. There was one bullet left in my gun. That was when I thought there was no escape, but I was a fool then. There was an escape. There always was a way out. I never thought of how, but it was always there the whole time and it became aware.

I would wait here. I wait here now. There would be others that will come. The mystery of this ship would be found and the horror in here would be stopped. A rescue team will come. I would fight the pain in my head, and I know I would not go insane.

No, there was no reason I would ever go insane; these men had been here for days, weeks, months. I would never go insane. Never, and there is a reason I have been holding why I never would. They will find me. They will find me. I will not go insane.

The end.

It was nice practice, though I'm still not sure if I could handle a normal excursion through this genre. :P