Cold Coffee and Disappointment

He tried three different coffee cups before he found one that was still warm. Unintentionally cold coffee is pretty damn sobering at least they leave him alone at night. His swivel chair squeaked softly as he did a 360. The control room was an utter mess, so many departments sub department and sub sub departments had set up temporary residencies. Each table had an insect like power strip beneath it breathing life into idling desktops. His timer went off and he looked back at the screen before him. Pulling his glasses off his forehead he squinted hard at white\grey expanse of Mars through the Rover’s on board cams. Of course it was coming with a pretty might delay, the landscape moved by at a brisk 20mph as the rover made smaller and smaller circles searching the landscape. The world watched eagerly, he updated the 3 twitter accounts with the current sightings:

Internal: “Whole lot of the same thing. #LifeOnMars #IsBoring #NASA”

External: “#LifeOnMars #MarsRover continuing the search, look for another update in fifteen minutes.”

Private: “Can you believe they’d trust me with this shit? #LifeOnMars bahaha?! yeah right, but keep the OT coming NASA”

With updates sent he forwarded some screenshots and the last 5 minutes of video up to the brass. He set the 10 minute timer and threw his feet up. The chairs seemed designed to advise against sleep. If he leaned just right he could rest his head on the console next to him. His Timex lit up, 3:30am. He may or may not have dozed off but it was only for a moment before his phone vibrated. It was her again, “Hey stranger, still remember my face?” Her voice was tired.
“Babe, you don’t have to keep doing this. It could be weeks.”

“Shut up, you Mars boy. Did you find him yet?”

“Nah, but I’m hoping he’s a she. Maybe martian ladies aren’t as crazy?”
“Watch it. I know where you live and where you sleep. Well at least where you used to sleep. The bed is weird without you Kurt. The dogs don’t understand where to sleep and its cold. Come home.”

“You know I want to. This is a huge opportunity for me.”

“How do you know it’ll actually pay off though? Before you saw it they hardly gave you any notice.”

“Well obviously, why do we have this conversation every 15 minutes? I am the only human alive that has seen extraterrestrial life live. I mean this is huge Janell, I was interviewed by CNN today? I mean me, Kurt Radiens on the news, famous. Its crazy right?”

“Its been three weeks, I’m about to give up on it.”

“On life on mars?”

“On waiting for you.” She hung up.

Damn he hated when she did that, she was probably right. This isn’t exactly in his job description. At first it was cool, he dug the fame and felt like a child seeing an amusement park in full operation after only seeing them abandoned and left for nature. What was once haunting and mysterious is now thriving with purpose. He never imagined how busy the place got during business hours. He had been cleaning this floor for almost a decade. His mop bucket and supplies still lay by the door where he threw them aside three weeks ago. He picked them up and started throwing away some of the trash that had gathered around his desk. It felt good to go through the motions, he always likes to contemplate while doing repetitive tasks. Cleaning was good thinking work he would tell you if you inquired. The timer went off, he took a look at the screen, still nothing. His tweet updates were sent along with file uploads for the Lieutenant.
Internal: “Kurt here, I’m going home. #LifeOnMars isn’t my responsibility. Cheers. See ya tmrw”

External: “Well folks, I’ve been watching since I made the discovery whatever the silhouette was it gone.

Private: “Its time to get back to the day job kids. I’m tired and the better half has had enough. Not to mention I haven’t seen my bed in weeks.”

He began rolling the mop bucket out the door, taking care to steer it unnaturally to the left a bit to account for the bad wheel. He smiled. He stopped and went back to the monitor he had been glued to for so long. Mars was grey and boring still. He squeezed his eyes tight and opened them again taking in the whole screen for the last time. There had to be an intern that wasn’t also tasked with cleaning to handle this. Everyone plays their part after all. The sky of Mars blended with the sand and the cliffs a lone figure was moving towards the camera. He rubbed his eyes hard and blinked rapidly. Holy shit this is it, this is it! Before he could make anything out his phone rang.
“Babe its back!” he answered blindly.

“Kurt. Have you left the office yet?”

“Just locking up, I need to get back to normal ya know?”

“Oh don’t attempt to apologize. Go look at the screen.”

“I’m looking at it no–”

“I’m sorry we had to string you along like this. The media was all over you we didn’t know what to do. Want NASA to put your kids through college Kurt, want to stop working today?”

In the screen stood Lieutenant Graves talking on his iPhone and waving at the camera, behind him Kurt could make out a few other folks.

“The set is downstairs on C3, want to come down and check it out?”

“Kurt are you still there?”


“No, he’s gone send a team to his house, he’s running”
Internal: “Fuck you for lying to the world! #NothingOnMars”
External “#NASA lied the Mars Rover set is on floor C3 here in #Tampa #LifeOnMars  #FakeLanding RT I fear for my life”

Private: “Janell, run. Call Eric tell him to get the go bags and two tickets to anywhere but the states.”
Private:”You were right about all of this. The Mars landing is a lie.”


Love on Atali 9

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    They walked along the beach at the end of the world, holding hands for the last time. Their footsteps left a trail in the dry grass that scratched bare legs and begged to be remembered. The ocean slithered up making it’s Sisyphean attempt at expanding its territory once again. Tendrils of swirling darkness washed over their bare feet before making a fast retreat. In it’s wake the roaring ocean peeled back to reveal wreckage in the sand, pieces of their life from the last three years.

“Smirking, really?”


“No. You’re not getting off that easy. I’m over here in deep introspection and you’re just having a laugh?”

“It feels like it would be easier to just laugh though, doesn’t it?”

    He turned his gaze from the sadness in the sand as the ocean covered it up once again, his future. Her walking slowed, she didn’t agree. She gripped his hand tighter and pulled his arm up around her shoulders. Walking for just a moment as they used to, it felt pointless now, despite the soft glow of nostalgia that prickled the back of his neck.

With shielded eyes he squinted southwards.

“We have another mile or so to go before the cliffs.”

“Okay.” She moved her hand away and wiped eyes with a balled fist.

Her tears were hot on his hands. He drew patterns on the back of her hand with his thumb he didn’t have the words.

“Veran, stop for a minute, please.”

“Do you think this is easy for me, I can’t stop.” he stormed ahead.”We have to see it, they need to know. They need to know as soon as possible.” His voice was hoarse from yesterday.

Elaine sat down on the cold sand and cried as he grew smaller and smaller on the horizon.


    The rod iron gate was the only thing she could bring for the yard. Space was limited. But after the first year the soil was ready. Veronica flowers were the first thing they planted, tall with dark purple feathers that wove through the gates filigree. Multicolored blanket flowers next, they spread out and controlled the yard. In the mornings she would have tea and wait in them until he was ready to go. Sometimes she would weave them into a cape or hat by the time they left. Their two bedroom place wasn’t fancy. But she didn’t sign up for that, she accepted living with her work. It was a prestigious job after all, her family ad friends back home would continue to boast about knowing somebody like her.

   The top of a bench from their lab washed up next to her. She looked around at the mess they made. Her ribs still hurt from yesterday. The cool tide came up again and she shivered. If only they left when they got the chance. That was selfish to think. A part of her ego liked that she would serve a purpose. Who doesn’t want to live on in the minds of others.

    He was stubborn. She didn’t regret him but it made things harder now, especially since they were the only ones left. The endless tide washed up around her again, she tried to remember when they would come down here to listen to it. Something wrapped around her foot and she jumped up. A woven crown of blanket flowers had somehow survived the explosion, she laughed and chased after him, calling out.


    He heard her yelling but he didn’t stop. The cliffs loomed ahead, each strata promising a story that would never be told. The path was steep, not dangerous. After an attempt at removing the sand from his feet he put shoes on and started the ascent.


“I’ll wait at the top.”

She stopped to catch her breath before ascending in his wake.

    They stood together at the edge of the ocean watching the waves break against them for the last time, unnatural wind threatened to topple them.

“Can we go together?” She had to yell in the gusts of wind coming from the field behind them

He nodded.

“I could have loved you.” he whispered too soft for her to hear.
Hand in hand they turned to face the field behind them. Dominating the horizon the monstrosity they had awoken was still there. It rose from the ground on thirty long multi jointed legs, its torso an amalgamation of the very land itself. Its head if it had one was in the clouds. gradually reality slipped towards it like grains of sand slowly succumbing to the tides. They kept their eyes open as instructed but once they got closer to it all the feeds went black.


“We hardly saw the thing Colonel Vickers. How do you expect us to do anything with that footage?”
“I concur sir, but from these ten seconds.” He played the last few seconds of the clip again. “We can see that its operating like a black hole pulling in the matter around it.”

“But for what, and how? Why did we have to sacrifice years of planning and two of our best terraformers for that?”

“Play the other clips.” Vickers said with a purposeful sigh before slumping to his chair.”

Silently flickering images of the black hole things lit up the walls around the briefing hall. Major General Carlyle Sutherland’s mouth fell open.

“We-we-well how many?” he stammered.
“Of the ten terraforming expeditions we’ve received footage like this from eight. One initial lander had ‘complications’ and the tenth hasn’t sent any data our way in almost a day. Something has already colonized this system sir. We should make defensive preparations immediately. They are a good 2 light years away, but I wouldn’t doubt some kind of FTL tech.
“No.” Sutherland interrupted. “The public must never know. The investors must never know. Delete these feeds immediately the videos, the memories, the audio, the sensory inputs, everything.” With that he stood and made his exit.
Colonel Vickers did as ordered but not before sending copies of the feeds to his sister. He would be dead within the hour for doing so. From his pocket he produced the blue and black armband of the resistance. He cracked the pill in his molar loose with his tongue and took a long swill of scotch from a flask. He pulled the armband on and smiled. The memories his brother relayed back from Atali 9 would not be forgotten. He thought about an afterlife where he could poke fun at his brothers last words. He laughed and said them too before closing his eyes, confident that their sacrifices would not be in vain.
“I could have loved you.”

Review: Star Wars, Issue 01 2015

Writer: Aaron, Jason
Artist: Cassaday, John
Cover Artist: Cassaday, John
Publisher: Marvel
On Sale: January 14, 2015

I’ll spare you the epic tale of who, how and why I’m a Star Wars fan. To say the least, I was excited to hear about this series. It takes place after the Death Star is destroyed. With the loss of their uber-planet-killing-laser the Empire was vulnerable.  Luke, Han, Leia, Chewie and the droids are on path of destruction to weaken the Empire further. Issue 1 has all the big hitters, Han, Luke, Chewie, Liea, R2, Darth, C3-PO (*I am I a bad fan if I can’t spell c3p0?). It’s a very promising book.


I’ve got to say I felt like  a kid reading this. Aesthetic wise, it was spot on with the Star Wars I know and love. The cast has landed on an Empire Installation to see what can be done to stop it. Every character has its moment in the light but it doesn’t feel forced. The pacing of the writing and action is very similar to the movies. Some page turns had me doing a double take and turning the page again. The characters feel very familiar, but in the best of ways their banter was spot on.


There is a one particular scene that’s convinced me to add this series to my pull list for now.  If you haven’t read it and you’re trying to stay SPOILER free then STOP here and skip the italic bit below.


Vader and Luke battle sort of! Vader spares him and they talk for a moment. You can tell Vader is interested in who Luke is and I’m excited to see what he does to find out. I never thought about this section of the cannon but I really want to see where it goes.

As far as the art goes, it’s a very authentic feel you can almost see one of the original movies playing out. The faces on some panels may be approaching that uncanny valley look but overall its very enjoyable. The coloring, (do you call it that?) is realistic and sharp, the shadowing done helps and may be contributing to that uncanny valley thing. The text density is average and in very legible bubbles. The writing is witty and drips in references to the past present and future of the Star Wars universe. The Action panels are gorgeously illustrated, along with of course, the lightsabering we’ve all been waiting for. (no, not the tri-blade saber you hipster.)


I’ve added this series to my pull list for the summer at least for the first two arcs, to really give it a shot. This issue sold over a million copies so its safe to say all eyes are on Marvel to see what happens to the rag tag Rebels.

Look for my Star Wars Arc 1 review later this fall after the 6th issue is released where I’ll talk about the character and plot arcs. I’ll be reviewing Weirdworld another Marvel title bye Jason Aaron coming out in June as well. Please let me know what you think of the issue/series, the characters, the weather or the Wookies on twitter @This_isWater.

May the 4th be with you.

– V

Day 2 #OctWritingChallenge

The effort it takes to continue writing everyday is serious.  For the last three years I have tried/dreamed/hoped to become a writer. I pick up the pen(metaphorical of course, what is this the 90s) and apply myself for a few weeks before giving up and moving onto the next hobby. I’m doing all that I can to make this hobby a habit. But sleep and life seriously gets in the way. I’m not bitter just enlightened. I am a writer.

The dark wood was heavily lacquered to keep wandering ketchup globs and beer rings from ruining the pine surface. He never really looked a lacquer, why didn’t they just make the table out of plastic if they planned to cover it in the stuff. Was lacquer even plastic, he didn’t know. With his head in his hands and a straw in hos mouth he sipped down his tenth glass of water. Even though he had given up the drink he still frequented his old favorite on the weekends. The memories of better times were too good to pass up. He wished that he had the self control to be drunk the willpower to have three drinks and call it good.; But he didn’t have the bank account to continue living that lie. He was depressed enough without the booze. Fitting right in with the regulars so lost in their cups that they couldn’t find the bottoms of them. He sat and chugged water like a man lost at sea would upon his rescue.

Conversations often came up about his habit but he shook them off like an itchy sweater. He was a man and men didn’t need conversation. They didn’t need friends, loved ones or families he was his own. At least thats the bullshit he told himself to feel better about being such an asshole to every person that entered his life. At least he kicked the drinking there was always that. No matter how much he self sabotaged he would never He squeezed his eyes shut tight to forget the sights of his past transgressions the fogged windows and the sideways rain.

The bartender was a slim brunette who was always nicer to him because he was the only sober one in the place. She smiled and asked him if he’d like another. He shook his head and pushed the stool back. “No, I’ll be heading off towards home Ashley, thanks.” He dug his hands deep into his pockets looking for the self respect he misplaced years ago and slumped out of the door.

The low black street lamps lit the street in almost perfect intervals, their spheres of warm yellow light provided an oasis of assumed saftey. He skirted their halo’s preferring to keep his path in the darkness. It was almost a game he played, blending into the surroundings. He had trailed people for hours doing this. He didn’t anymore, now he just ghosted home to his empty house. Her things still hung on the walls and he slept on the couch with their door shut tight. What were they even fighting about when he swerved into the median, he wanted to know so bad.

Day 1 #OctWritingChallenge

I almost didn’t write today because the #septwritingchallenge is over. But I felt really weird about missing a day after thirty days of writing. Originally I planned to expand some of September’s stories to 1000 words. I would do that today, but I took the day off work to help my girlfriend move. Long story short I ended up putting together IKEA furniture and moving shit the WHOLE day. I’m happy to help her but her new place has no internet! So I’m writing this on October 1, 2014 at 11:15PM.. I’ll post it tomorrow. Since I can’t pull up my blog posts from September to expand on, I’ll just have to create something new once again.

He grew very familiar with the ten by ten cell. Each of its two hundred and forty stone blocks were unique. Some were wavy and cracked others completely smoothed by years of anxious hands. The rusted gate that held the world at bay was locked tight. The guards would set a tray of food down every three days. Just enough they said to keep him alive and suffering. Everyone knew that he didn’t do it, but they all expected him to take the fall when the emperor was caught red handed. He had a disgraceful private life.

It was the worst day of his life when he had to see his face over all the monitors and billboard screens.  When his own wife turned from him and sequestered the kids in their two story mansion on the royal estate. They were no doubt reimbursed and living the life with the money he earned for taking the blame. He constantly asked himself if it was worth it, two years ago he was convinced that his sacrifice would help his family in the long run, that what he did was what the state and his family’s house needed. But now, now that he had suffered the woes of isolation. He had been stripped of his accolades and treated like the scum that lives in the surrounding villages. Heavily armed guards sprayed him with water once a month. He could hardly remember the days where he would have a hot bath pulled for him every morning after sparring with the emperors finest warriors.

Taking the position of first general was known to be risky. The emperor after all could never be publicly condemned it would be blasphemy and the people would lose what little respect they had. He knew something like this would happen, but today he was ready. Two years of complacency brought him nothing, he played their game now they would play his. He heard the guard’s feet scrapping on the stone stairs that led down to his cell. The beams of his lamp sent shadows across his dark domain, he had grown fond of the darkness and the darkness had reciprocated.  The goddess had appeared and granted him some of her power. The demons people referred to were about to rise once more.

Day 30 #SeptWritingChallenge

I did it! One new story every day for 30 days. I’ve created a habit that I hope to continue. Enjoy my 30th and final entry for the #SeptWritingChallenge

He had always planned to start tomorrow. It wasn’t that it was easier to procrastinate, he lived a life like everyone else the small things stressed him out like the sheep. He referred to everybody as sheep accept for Eric. His neighbor Eric mowed his lawn and plowed the driveway without asking. He probably thought the old man was handicapped or too feeble to work. He allowed Eric to continue because it reinforced his old man image for the community. The sheep saw him as harmless, the white haired gentlemen that used a shiny black cane and lived on the corner of fourth and Jackson.

He hobbled down the hallway favoring his left leg. He ran both hands along the walls and shelves brushing small trails in the dust. He pushed the door to his study open and smiled. The operating table and its occupant sat waiting for him to quit procrastinating. He had always been interested in death. But not in the morbid way he was more interested in what happened after death, or as he liked to remind himself what could happen.

The man strapped to the table was stone cold dead, had been for almost a month. The old man hadn’t killed him he wasn’t a murder after all. He had preserved the corpse perfectly using the runic stones of his ancestors. The still sat in their places on the floor forming the complex diagram that warded of rot, bloat and the other nastiness of death. The tome his grandfather gave him sat sprawled open  on the broad oak desk he thumbed through the pages and thought about beginning the ritual again. Like always he decided tomorrow would be better. He stretched his battle scarred arms over his head cracking his back and sighing a raspy sigh of relief. He walked over to the wet bar and poured himself a drink. It wasn’t his first of the day.

He slept soundly like he always did. With little to worry about he could sleep like a baby. Life was easier without careers and families he often felt regret at being so isolated but quickly buried it in his success. He was known in certain circles as a hero and in others as a villain. What was the point of living a life if people didn’t know about you. He was happy to have left a mark on civilization. The battles he fought went unnoticed but they were beyond important.

There was a tap at the window of the master bedroom followed by a few more. Tap, Tap, Tap.
He shot up adrenaline pumping an assassination no doubt. A rival necromacner after his families secrets. He drew the long silver sword from its shiny black cane scabbard and approached the window posed to strike. His would be assassin smiled back and pointed to the front door. It was Eric, he ran off towards the front door before the old man could shoo him away. Maybe it was time he began a second project?

Day 29 #SeptWritingChallenge

Of all the days and weeks that she had spent within the temple it had to be today. She didn’t have time to prepare herself at all. The summons came in the form of a small brass sphere, when the courier set it in her palm it recognized her touch and unfurled like a delicate flower. Within its machined petals sat a tiny data chip magenta in color with the temple sigil on its casing. Her hands shook picking the small chip up it was the size of her finger nail, she reverently fed it to the database that she slaved over every day. It took a long time to clear her work from its many screens. When she finally found the message it was playing already she rewound it and carefully perched on her stool to hear what the master had to say. She drew in a breath and hit play.

The screen flickered and came into focus a mahogany shelved library filled the screen. A fat man in dark red robes took a seat in front of the camera and cleared his throat.
“Felicia O’Rorek you’ve kept your head down over the last few years. But somebody has noticed your work on the history of the southern rebellions. I would like to congratulate you on your scholastic excellence its precisely what we wish to embody here within the temple of Bacchus. Please don’t grow too excited, the attention you’ve garnered may be dangerous indeed. For the forseeable future all of your access and your affilliation with temple will be revoked. Please do not return until you have completed your service with the General.”

Felicia blinked slowly at a loss for words.She had just received the only compliment on her work within the temple after living and breathing its lifesyyle for over four years. What did he mean revoked access, she thought about all the threads and small stories that she was still trying to link together. She wanted nothing more but to continue her investigative work for the good of the administration.

“I would like to introduce you to General Juastis Rhan. The camera shook as rough hands twisted it around. The hands belonged to a small man with the military cut of an officer. He had black epaulets and a chest full of honors and awards. He leaned forward resting his elbows on the tabel and stared hard into the camera. Even the recording caused Felicia to stutter, this man was beyond dangerous. He spoke with utter authority.
“Your work on the period of time leading  up to the initiation of the southern rebellions, it has caught my eye. See I’ve lost almost three thousand good men to the downfall of the southeren perimeter. O’Rorek you are officially indoctrinated. You’ll be escorted to barracks 682 this afternoon. Your access has now been revoked please do not try to contact your friends and family as that will only make it more difficult. With your help we will quell the southern rebellion.”

The temple spokesmen leaned over the camera his heavy robes blocked the lens. “Bye Felicia!”

Day 28 #SeptWritingChallenge

I’m not even pretending to be in a writing mood. This will be painful indeed.

He leveled the blaster at a spot on the wall, his visor noted a heat signature that wasn’t any of his squad. Its warmth faded as the super charged rounds separated it from its life. The old hive complex had been home to thousands of the disenfranchised. They flocked there to rally together and decide what should be done about the increasingly unbalanced social classes. Too bad some corporation had decided to use the community as a testing ground. Human testing, especially the unwilling kind really put a bad taste in Erlik’s mouth. A screeching creature rushed out of the hallway and took three steps into the room before being beheaded by a an armor assisted punch, blood and brain matter spattered the walls and Erlik wiped it from his mouth.

“The fuckers are getting brave guys, lets just arm the bomb and get out of here.”

“I hear you loud and clear there Erlik, we’re a little pinned down here.” Containment squad 41c had internal communications thanks to one of the many small implants that made them a more efficient team.

“Well, these things are creatures and all but they look too human for me to be comfortable with just slaying them like this”

“Yeah, biological agents are never pretty. But I mean at least they don’t talk right? That’s always the hardest part for me.” The harsh staccato of the blasters could be heard over the comm links.
“I’m en route, hold them off a bit, I should b e able to flank them.”

He ran out of the room and down the hallway towards his squads energy signatures. Three of the things tailed him he loosed a few shots over his shoulder hoping they would fear for their own lives enough to duck or run for cover. The things were ruthless. Still humanoid in every way except for the talon like claws and the tendrils hanging from their mouths that writhed and squirmed like an octopus. They had jet black eyes and screeched an awful noise. They were bestial and primal having lost all of their humanity. Erlik couldn’t help but wonder if this biological warfare testing was a success for whatever mega corporation was behind it. Would his country really do this to another, it didn’t sit well with him. He halted and shot three well placed rounds ceasing the advance of his pursuers.

“Erlik, we’re overwhelmed down here, I think the bastards may have us for good. Cal is out of ammo and Tessa is wounded pretty bad. This might be your lucky day.”

“What about any of this is lucky, stuck in here fighting some inhuman zombie fucks is not my idea of lucky. I’m almost to the staircase, just give me another two minutes.”

“Your lucky because, you’ve been vying for my spot with command. But I know they won’t give an old vet like me the boot. There’s no honorable discharge in containment there is only death. I’m telling you right now that its too late. I order you to proceed with the plan and leave us to handle our own fate.”

Day 27 #SeptWritingChallenge

He laid in the ditch for the night his knuckles whitened as he put the rifle between him and the world. He was shaking, low blood sugar and abject terror combined with the chill fall evening. He didn’t remember sleeping or dreaming but he obviously did. The sun was high in the sky and it hadn’t gotten a little colder. He couldn’t think of a worse time for this to happen. Outside was still fine but it was getting cold rapidly in just a few weeks it will be impossible to sleep un sheltered. He sat up and found himself staring into the action end of a semi  auto rifle. He whimpered.
“Put your hands down.” The rifle moved and he could see its owner, a scrawny middle aged whit guy wearing full camo sporting military dog tags and a miniature arsenal. Grenades clips knives and pistols strapped onto every extremity. It looked almost comical. “Just tryign ta see if you were one of em.” He offered a hand.

Hector took the hand and rose nervously to his feet, the soldier wasn’t alone a rag tag group surrounded him all armed and hollow eyed. 

“You should come with us, we’re meeting a larger group of survivors out west of here. See we got ta team up and stop being individuals. Being individuals is getting people into a early grave.” The man had a point, hector brushed the dust off him and picked his rifle up off the ground before following the group west.

They walked through deserted towns with no signs of struggle, cars pulled to the side of the road with their emergency lights still flashing. Nobody was sure how many were linked to the ritual, but it was too many. At least four thousand people disappeared yesterday. Just poof, and they were gone.

“Couldn’t we just hole up in one of these towns, they got supplies on supplies we could live like kings for a few months then just move to the next?” The red headed woman kicked a rock sending it skittering down the road. 

“You would really just let that thing go on  living? Did you even see it Kara, I mean, fuck you know if needs to die.”

“Don’t talk to me that way, I watched it eat my family. There wasn’t anything I could do! I just thought starting anew would be better, I’m tired of seeing people die Eric”

“Just shut up and keep walking we got to be there before night fall. Who knows what the monsters agenda is anyways. The giant plume of smoke that was their city could still be seen on the horizon. Like a thick line drawn to connect it with the heavens.

Hector didn’t like any of them. He already knew he wouldn’t, his mom always said that he just like his books. She didn’t know how badly he was bullied as a child. He kept to himself because thats how he learned to be safe in his formative years at Quincy Elementary. The Educational reform had him in classes of 100 or more. It was chaos, the fresh teachers couldn’t do anything to control the classes. On the day they shut the school down he was in the library. He remembers crying when the librarian told him to go home. 

Day 26 #septwritingChallenge

another day another day

He couldn’t focus, the thin laser sliced through bedrock and shaved a piece off the fossil. He turned to make sure nobody saw, he didn’t ruin it but it would hurt his grade and piss off archaeologists forever. Nobody likes imperfection, especially in specimens that had a chance to be spotless. It was his fault. His mind raced and gripped his hand tightly clenching fingernails into soft flesh. He tried to push everything out of his mind and focus on the task at hand but it was eating him up. He through the small laser cutter down as soft as possible on is padded stand.

“Where are you going, you there? Are you finished?” The professor flitted over to fuss.

“I just need a minute, okay.”

“You’ll have all the minutes you need young man, when we are finished at this site. Do you think the founder ever “needed a minute”?” The professor was an ass, a failed career on earth had sent him looking elsewhere for a place to bother people.

“Just leave me alone for a second okay.” he leaned over and put his head between his knees breathing deeply.” The world faded and shifted out of context before snapping back in place. He held up a hand and watched it shake uncontrollably.

“Whats wrong with me?”

The professor backed away and raised his hands up. He spoke into the mic bead on his collar.

“We’re going to need containment at site 6123c. Got one trying to break through.”

“Listen kid, whats your name? You need to calm down, remember where you are.”

He was sweating feverishly and felt like he was busting out of his one skin, tight and uncomfortable he squirmed and tried to keep on his feet. Where was he? Where was he?
“Students, I don’t mean to alarm you. Please gather your things and head towards the lander post haste.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice. He pulled out a small pistol and aimed it at the writhing kid.
“No, Stop!”

“You’re being possessed son,  you’ve crossed the event horizon, the point of no return. Think of all the things you cherished and sleep well in the void. Let death take you and know that we will not let the abomination you brought into reality survive.” He began to recite the explorers oath, swearing off feelings of strong emotion, acknowledging the time it took to learn about planet XC1B. 

The kid fell on his back and screamed in agony as his bones began to snap audibly. They shifted and his skin stretch grotesquely, barely containing the new form. His jaw cracked and hung low as needle like teeth protruded from his gums. It screamed and launched at the professor.

“Containment! Containment we got a live one. The kid was mad about something. Did he not pass his psyche test? Hurry I can’t hold it off . He’ll jeopardize the sites integrity.” He emptied his clip into the lumbering demon of the void it hardly winced as the hard runs sunk into its flesh.