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Prologe The Hephaestus had been a space craft sent out on a mission to collect data on new and unknown lifeforms for the ETD(extra-terrestrial discovery) project. It had been slowly orbiting the dark, nothingness of space for five years now, with nothing to show for, and yet it did not turn back. The crew was determined beyond possibilty to find something, anything, to bring back to the spaceport Zeus. They did eventually find something, but they never took it to mind that it might just be too dangerous for a small crew of eight to handle. It had escaped, though it took much planning and energy, and had killed off many of the passangers. One lone man remained, cowering in a hidden corner of the ship with his knees drawn up to his chest and the bottom of his face hidden behind weakly curled fists. He looked like a child, frightened and estatic. He was shaking violently and sweat had soaked through the back, collar, and sleeves of his shirt. He was the only one left, lying in a room of blood and decay with nowhere to go and no-one to call out for help from. The creature, long and instectoid, was in the room with him. It had no eyes, no ears, and not much of a nose either...but it didn't seem to need one. It could sense everything just perfectly...the man included. It's incredinly long tail lashed back and forth across the floor, splattering the walls with flecks of deep crimson from the deceased comrades. It's face was pointed towards the man, and its mouth was gaping wide to reveal another hidden just behind, teeth gnashing threateningly. The man knew he was doomed. He knew he would die. Everyone else had and he was no different from them. There was Anna, the young, beautiful blonde woman, full of life and a sparky attitude, and her father, the captain of the ship. They were two of the first to go. Next was Peter, a scrawny, middle-aged man with the personality of a teenaged boy. He had not lasted long either. There were more of course, but the only other that needs to be mentioned is the shamanic woman. She had cast a spell before she was devoured, the man was sure of it, though he had not seen any divine power at work to help her. Something had changed in the beast, the alien, but he had no clue what. He only hoped that it would help him. Oh god, please let it not see me. Please let it be done. He shrank further against the wall, letting out a pitiful whimper. The beast froze, tail, claws, teeth, and all. It's form became rigid and still, and it turned its head slowly from side to side as if shaking unwanted thoughts from its incredibly large brain. Please....please let it just leave. Let it ignore me The beast growled low, leaning forward and baring it's teeth. It's long, insect-like legs carried it closer to the man. It stopped only when it's face was meer centimeters fromthe man's. The man let out a pitiful moan and clamped his eyes shut. He was done for. He stood no chance. He'd be dead soon. Just let it be quick. Idiot an alien voice rang through his mind, smooth but deadly, like poison. His eyes snapped open and he stared up at the beast, confused and still utterly frightened for his life. The beast, though, had backed away a couple steps. Suddenly, without any warning or visible indications of transformation, the beast was gone, and it's place a young man with bronzed skin and cold, pit-like eyes that held no human emotion. Eyes that showed only hatred and cold, dark intelligence. Idiot the voice repeated I cannot kill you. |
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