Patrick Foster
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Death was approaching. Greenish-blue blood painted the remains of the sleek, triangular shaped aircraft. It was a tedious voyage through the infinite sea to escape the others. Death would have been a merciful punishment compared to the awaiting punishment. The others have no understanding of concepts such as love or mercy; just power. The others can only assume that I should have died upon impact and the self destruct sequence would eradicate all evidence of my existence. Even with the slim chance of survival upon impact, the others knew I would die soon. Several severed tentacles were scattered in the debris. I needed to get away from the aircraft before the explosion, but the slightest movement sent intense waves of pain through my small frame. The surrounding area was densely populated with tall trees and plentiful wildlife. I assumed I was in the mountains. Despite the slim chance of survival, a faint flicker of fire was noticeable in the distance indicating that against all odds, I could somehow survive. Humans were nearby and one unfortunate being would aid in my survival. Despite the darkness of the warm night, I could see clearly from this distance, the shadows of humans dancing around the flames. Even though my small octopus like body was about the size of a cup holder, I was genetically superior to any other species in the galaxy. We could survive in nearly any climate for extended periods of time, see in the dark, and we're significantly more intelligent than any other species. However, these features meant nothing to the others.
By Patrick Foster4 years ago in Humans
