I Crossed the Universe to Killed Myself (380 hits)
Category: NoneRating: 1 on 7 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by <daswk.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2004-01-21 14:32:40 EST
Ted woke up on another normal day in his boring life. He sighed as he slipped from the sanctum that was sleep and into the cold uncaring world. Today was not a normal day.
Outside the world stood still. Early this morning something had happened. Out of the morning darkness They came. Strange crafts on the horizon. This wasn't like some fictional story, no. These crafts did not hover, but swooped around at dizzying speeds. Constant motion, made the hard to observe, and even harder to target.
Fear. It was collecting in the back of everyone's head. Curiosity first, then excitement, t hen paranoia, and finally fear. No one had a clue what these crafts were or their purposes. Despite conspiracy theories, the government had no knowledge of these stranger visitors either. Alarms sounded, all military personnel were put on alert. Most businesses were closed. Vendors took the day off from peddling their trifle little trinkets to observe this monumental moment in history.
First contact. There was no communication between the crafts and the people below. Who knew if they even spoke the same languages? There was no way to tell their motives, peaceful or not. Below these shimmering ships the people prayed. Even those who had spent a lifetime rejecting any notion of a supreme being were on their knees whispering a silent prayer that the visitors motives were non-hostile.
What defense could they muster against beings who had such power as to travel through space itself and arrive at an alien planet. None of this went through Ted's mind. He had forgotten to pay his bills again, well, not so much forgotten as neglected. He was by all accounts, a slob. A stain on society itself. Never successful, his teachers had always given up on him before any other student.
He was ignorant to the panic going on outside his home. He was busy trying to scrounge up some form of breakfast. He was pulling out the milk when It happened. The first action the visiting crafts had taken to acknowledge that there was in fact a world below them.
They all dove in unison. In what appeared to be some sort of attack pattern. Screams from populations below filled the air. Shouts from the military commanders broke through the frenzy on the ground. Rockets soared towards the incoming crafts, detonating on the jet black hulls of the vessels. Engulfed in flames and smoke they descended. As the debris cleared, those on the ground were horrified to see that still They came.
Cleansing. Those below had time to release one more scream before being overtaken by the cloud of destruction. Unlike what the stories may say, there were no lasers. Just simple bombs, carrying not so simple nuclear weapons. There was a brilliant flash, and then silence. The waves of destruction spread throughout cities all over the planet. Obliterating most of the populations in seconds.
Ted finally noticed. How could he not? His walls were smashed to toothpicks in a blink of the eye. He was a lucky one. Due to his his low living, he was not located in the heart of a bustling metropolis, but on the outskirts, blocked from most of the carnage by winding canyons. His poverty had finally come in handy.
Bleary eyed, he stood. He walked out of what remained of his home and surveyed the damage. Nothing was left, though nothing much was their in the first place. Realizing there was nothing for him here, Ted started the long walk towards the city that had once stood nearby.
Encounter. He didn't get far. Before long he was stopped. From all sides They came. Aliens. They were colored most oddly, Their hides were a mixture of colors, shades of green and brown. Odd, Ted thought. Suited for a jungle environment. They moved on two legs and had two arms. All seemed normal except for their heads. Or rather, where their heads WOULD be. Instead of a head they had a solitary eye. All black, lifeless.
Shivers went through Ted's spine, and then all went black.
Closure. He awoke with a start much later. All was dark. He tried getting up, but he was tied down. He shrieked in frustration and terror. Almost immediately he was surrounded by more of these aliens. They struggled and pierced him with a needle. Almost immediately his struggling ceased. Suddenly he felt very tired. That's when it happened.
One of the aliens reached for its eye. Both of its thick hands grabbed hold of it. Tugging it ripped its eye clear OFF!!! Ted shirked in panic. What kind of creatures were these? Mutilating themselves in such a way. Underneath its eye was a face! He couldn't believe it. He felt like throwing up.
To his horror the rest of them followed fashion, each taking hold of their emotionless black eyes and tearing them off. The small white faces underneath turned to each other and mumbled something in an alien language. One of the aliens reached out of Ted's view and pulled something out. Fading in and out of consciousness Ted noticed what it had. Some sort of circular saw.
The alien flicked a switch and the saw whirred to life. Ted's stomach began to feel queasy and he tried to break free. However he was so tired and couldn't put up much of a struggle. Two aliens rushed over and held his head down, just as the spinning blade pierced his torso. The pain was unimaginable, but he wouldn't have to bear it long. The blade cut through his vital organs and ended his life. The dissecting and classifying of Ted's carcass was soon finished and the aliens deposited his remains in various containers.
"That was sure a mess wasn't it Billy?" said Kyle, removing his surgical gloves. "Can you believe we get paid to nuke random planets and carve up the survivors?" Kyle squealed. He never could calm down after a job, just like a kid on Christmas.
Billy sighed, he hated his work. It made him sick. What if some of these aliens were sentient? Just as intelligent as him. I mean, this last planet had cities. Bah, the voice in the back of his head said. The U.S. government would never send him to slaughter innocent aliens with even the slightest mental capacity. Yes he thought, trying to convince himself. These creatures are just animals, we are no worse than the hunters back on Earth.
He would get some lunch and retreat to his quarters and watch a movie. Yes, that always made him feel better. With a cheerful smile, he finished labeling the aliens remains and went back to his room. He had no clue those remains had been of a sentient alien named Ted, an alien who, just like him was a slacker waiting for something big to happen in his life. He pulled out his rations and stuck in a video from his personal collection, full of ancient and creative 2D movies from the past. As the previews rolled by, advertising products and movies that no longer existed he eagerly awaited the Feature Presentation. "Independence Day" was his favorite movie after all...
User Reviews
Submitted by Swik (user info) at 2004-01-21 15:02:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
hopefully some of my stuff(definitely not all) is enought to prove to the uber-elites that not all nuberusers are crap mongerers. There are plenty of good noobies. Unfortuneatly you REALLY have to dig deep to find it among all the shit that is posted now.
Oh crap, I just used uber-lingo 3 times, crap now 4...:-/
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-01-21 14:56:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i liked it. oh, and what loren said.
Submitted by Swik (user info) at 2004-01-21 14:51:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
heh thanks, yeah I kind of get distracted I had just typed this whole long story and was trying to give it a meaningful title and well, blew that. The title isn't the important thing though, the story is.
Submitted by BRICKHOUSE (user info) at 2004-01-21 14:47:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked the story, well written
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-01-21 14:41:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You are forgiven.
That was kinda fun.
Submitted by squattail (user info) at 2004-01-21 14:40:40 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
HAHA
WHAT A COON
I AM GOING TO KILLED YOU
Submitted by Swik (user info) at 2004-01-21 14:34:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
well shit i feel like an idiot, after all that I decided to change the title and put kill in the wrong tense. Crap it should be "Kill" oh well.