Jun
16th
Hostile Entity
By zomb00
Hostile Entity, by Andrew Williams
A popular human question stirred my thoughts. What's the meaning of life? Why do we exist? I despised this. Our kind always has. Humans are dumb, their ignorance and inability to give their life meaning is detestable. Especially to us. We may only live for a few weeks or even days, but we have always known our purpose. We're here to destroy.
Flying high above one of Earth's oceans we clustered together and basked in our own magnificence. Though only mere fledgelings, we were all eager to prove ourselves worthy of our heritage. We spotted a huge iron tanker and began taking turns at harassing the human's vessel. Mighty crashes and claps shredded the sky as we playfully chased down our pray. After twenty-or-so minutes, we grew bored and gave up. Letting the humans escape.
It was then, in the calm after the storm once the last signs of our presence had dissipated, that I saw him. Lying face down in a watery grave was a dead man. I wondered who had hit him, it must have been one of our early shots, because once we started the onslaught they had all fled into the safety of their ship's underbelly, protected by its sturdy metal carapace. He looked so peaceful - such a contrast to what his last living moments must have been like.
'The mind is willing but the flesh is weak' has never been more relevant. I thought. Each of us sensed the humans inside their iron tomb, we could taste their life force on the wind. It ached us to admit that we were too weak; that until we reached maturity we'd never be a real threat to anyone. So we moved on.
We travel for an hour until we find a suitable location to begin the procedure. The site was one of many ancient resting places of our ancestors. It had served us well over the years, it was an honour for us to receive its blessing.
Ancient magic worked its wonders as I felt my strength begin to rise. Warm air filled my body like a holy nectar, coaxing me into an infuriating rage. My mission became clear. I must assimilate the others. Only when I made their might my own would I be strong enough to embark on my mission.
Before they could realize what was about to transpire, I rushed headlong and foolhardy into the pair of them. The direct impact was deafening, my brother took the blunt of it as he cursed out his final words, before my momentum crushed him, his spirit became mine. Next was my sister, she was harder to conquer as she had time to bolster her defenses in preparation for my attack.
'Brother! You treacherous dog, what are you doing!?' she said.
'It's for the good of our kind, and the destruction of theirs!' My voice rang out like that of a God.
'Come now, dear sister, give me all which is yours - that I may put it to good use.' I demanded, just before smashing a heavy fist of ice and electricity into her, disrupting her flight path. She began to tumble and fall towards the ocean. I was not about to surrender all that energy to the sea; her death will not be in vain. I set an intercept course and picked up her corpse as it fell. Merging her body with my own and that of my brother. I felt stronger already. This was right.
Returning to the sacred spot above the ocean. I waited as the magic in the warm air filled and enveloped me, remaking ancient bastions of omnipotence and powering parts of my being I had previously not thought to have existed. An orange light sparked in my mind, I was almost ready.
I set off in the direction of land. It was a good hundred or so miles away yet I would be there in mere minutes. As I traveled I began drawing more and more power from the ocean, I grew larger and gained momentum. This ancient passage of clear-blue guided me to the land of the humans without deviation, I arrived faster than they had expected.
I saw the humans from a distance, they saw me too. They ran to their cars and houses, trying desperately to either get away or dig-in and wait for me to pass . . . But I was moving so fast, I wouldn't let them escape. When I transgressed from water to land I brought the sea with me; massive waves bombarded the nearest human structures, tearing apart the failed coastal barriers.
I moved further inland, effortlessly lifting the human's vehicles and buildings off of the ground and tossing them about haphazardly. Though the flying debris and heavy rain blurred my vision and distorted my ears, I knew I was doing my ancestors proud; humans were dying by my hand.
As I had finished violently shaking a house upside-down and then smashing it against the floor, I spied dozens of my future victims running into a large rectangular building a few hundred feet away. Instinct told me it had to be some sort of community center, that there were bound to be more people inside. I decided that that would be my next target.
I clawed my way to the building, leaving destruction in my wake. Trees, parked cars, streetlamps - it didn't matter; all were uprooted and hurled in the direction of the community center in an attempt to satiate my blood lust. I was upon it quickly. Animal rage was building up inside me as I beat down again and again - fruitlessly - on the structure.
Are they laughing at me inside their metal fortress!? I lost control, hatred exploded from within my fleshless body. I pounded at the building with luxury-liner sized fists of icy wind and rain . . . Due to the shear ferocity of my rage I didn't acknowledge the weight of the surrounding buildings and trucks, which I had unknowingly picked up as I continued my nightmarish onslaught on their sanctuary.
Ten minutes of constant effort and unrelenting attacks had left the building as it was before my arrival. All that exerted energy had certainly taken its toll on me; I felt weaker, it took all my strength to simply stay whole. My body was growing tired, I felt stretched as it started willing itself apart. It was then that I realized I had to leave, my kind aren't supposed to remain in the same area for a lengthy period, we're just not built for it.
I relinquished all vehicles and other objects from my possession. Moving further inland with hopes of passing over a few stray humans who had not yet reached shelter. I knew I was about to die. I was wasting away, but my hatred for their kind had not followed suit and was still in full bloom.
I charged over apartment blocks and through what must have been a market district until I reached a main road - which led me to the outskirts of the coastal town. I felt the force which bound my body together constrict, causing me to buckle from the pain. Ahead of me lay desolate, never-ending plains. Wheat fields stretched deep into the horizon, a warm glow emanated from a thin strip of sky in the distance, and I hated it. It was this golden light that seemed to beckon me, I felt an uncontrollable urge to reach it. I glared at the golden patch of wheat. I vowed silently to myself that before I died I'd tear the crop apart and ruin their glow.
The golden patch was about seven miles away. I was slower now, my old age had severely depleted my strength. As I rushed from field to field I left a corridor of torn up wheat in my path. My winds began to slow and I started losing weight. I was falling apart, I could barely hold myself together.
The golden wheat was ever nearer, I knew that if I tried I could reach it. But then what? What happens when you reach it? I caught myself asking. Something. I caught myself answering.
Using up the rest of my strength I flew onwards. The clouds and the sky surrounding me were no longer under my control. The treacherous turncoats now moved aside creating openings the sun was only too happy to occupy, illuminating the areas I had painted a dark black during its absence.
The wheat was a few hundred feet away, but I had near nothing left. My fists of ice and wind had been lost miles away at the human settlement, nothing but lost relics of a different life, my ferocious & unruly winds had been made tame and temperate by the falling of sand in an hour glass.
I crawled the last few yards as a breeze to the golden oasis. I felt cold earth below me. I didn't have force enough to even dislodge stalks of wheat, but it didn't vex me. My mind cleared, I was at peace, everything held a new perspective. No hatred remained, no blood lust or delusions of historical grandeur, either. I wandered for a while, I'm not sure how long for. It could have been months, or even years. Sunlight came and went as the days passed. I carried insects and seeds now and then. In the distance above the mountains a thunderclap sounded; and I smiled.
A popular human question stirred my thoughts. What's the meaning of life? Why do we exist? I despised this. Our kind always has. Humans are dumb, their ignorance and inability to give their life meaning is detestable. Especially to us. We may only live for a few weeks or even days, but we have always known our purpose. We're here to destroy.
Flying high above one of Earth's oceans we clustered together and basked in our own magnificence. Though only mere fledgelings, we were all eager to prove ourselves worthy of our heritage. We spotted a huge iron tanker and began taking turns at harassing the human's vessel. Mighty crashes and claps shredded the sky as we playfully chased down our pray. After twenty-or-so minutes, we grew bored and gave up. Letting the humans escape.
It was then, in the calm after the storm once the last signs of our presence had dissipated, that I saw him. Lying face down in a watery grave was a dead man. I wondered who had hit him, it must have been one of our early shots, because once we started the onslaught they had all fled into the safety of their ship's underbelly, protected by its sturdy metal carapace. He looked so peaceful - such a contrast to what his last living moments must have been like.
'The mind is willing but the flesh is weak' has never been more relevant. I thought. Each of us sensed the humans inside their iron tomb, we could taste their life force on the wind. It ached us to admit that we were too weak; that until we reached maturity we'd never be a real threat to anyone. So we moved on.
We travel for an hour until we find a suitable location to begin the procedure. The site was one of many ancient resting places of our ancestors. It had served us well over the years, it was an honour for us to receive its blessing.
Ancient magic worked its wonders as I felt my strength begin to rise. Warm air filled my body like a holy nectar, coaxing me into an infuriating rage. My mission became clear. I must assimilate the others. Only when I made their might my own would I be strong enough to embark on my mission.
Before they could realize what was about to transpire, I rushed headlong and foolhardy into the pair of them. The direct impact was deafening, my brother took the blunt of it as he cursed out his final words, before my momentum crushed him, his spirit became mine. Next was my sister, she was harder to conquer as she had time to bolster her defenses in preparation for my attack.
'Brother! You treacherous dog, what are you doing!?' she said.
'It's for the good of our kind, and the destruction of theirs!' My voice rang out like that of a God.
'Come now, dear sister, give me all which is yours - that I may put it to good use.' I demanded, just before smashing a heavy fist of ice and electricity into her, disrupting her flight path. She began to tumble and fall towards the ocean. I was not about to surrender all that energy to the sea; her death will not be in vain. I set an intercept course and picked up her corpse as it fell. Merging her body with my own and that of my brother. I felt stronger already. This was right.
Returning to the sacred spot above the ocean. I waited as the magic in the warm air filled and enveloped me, remaking ancient bastions of omnipotence and powering parts of my being I had previously not thought to have existed. An orange light sparked in my mind, I was almost ready.
I set off in the direction of land. It was a good hundred or so miles away yet I would be there in mere minutes. As I traveled I began drawing more and more power from the ocean, I grew larger and gained momentum. This ancient passage of clear-blue guided me to the land of the humans without deviation, I arrived faster than they had expected.
I saw the humans from a distance, they saw me too. They ran to their cars and houses, trying desperately to either get away or dig-in and wait for me to pass . . . But I was moving so fast, I wouldn't let them escape. When I transgressed from water to land I brought the sea with me; massive waves bombarded the nearest human structures, tearing apart the failed coastal barriers.
I moved further inland, effortlessly lifting the human's vehicles and buildings off of the ground and tossing them about haphazardly. Though the flying debris and heavy rain blurred my vision and distorted my ears, I knew I was doing my ancestors proud; humans were dying by my hand.
As I had finished violently shaking a house upside-down and then smashing it against the floor, I spied dozens of my future victims running into a large rectangular building a few hundred feet away. Instinct told me it had to be some sort of community center, that there were bound to be more people inside. I decided that that would be my next target.
I clawed my way to the building, leaving destruction in my wake. Trees, parked cars, streetlamps - it didn't matter; all were uprooted and hurled in the direction of the community center in an attempt to satiate my blood lust. I was upon it quickly. Animal rage was building up inside me as I beat down again and again - fruitlessly - on the structure.
Are they laughing at me inside their metal fortress!? I lost control, hatred exploded from within my fleshless body. I pounded at the building with luxury-liner sized fists of icy wind and rain . . . Due to the shear ferocity of my rage I didn't acknowledge the weight of the surrounding buildings and trucks, which I had unknowingly picked up as I continued my nightmarish onslaught on their sanctuary.
Ten minutes of constant effort and unrelenting attacks had left the building as it was before my arrival. All that exerted energy had certainly taken its toll on me; I felt weaker, it took all my strength to simply stay whole. My body was growing tired, I felt stretched as it started willing itself apart. It was then that I realized I had to leave, my kind aren't supposed to remain in the same area for a lengthy period, we're just not built for it.
I relinquished all vehicles and other objects from my possession. Moving further inland with hopes of passing over a few stray humans who had not yet reached shelter. I knew I was about to die. I was wasting away, but my hatred for their kind had not followed suit and was still in full bloom.
I charged over apartment blocks and through what must have been a market district until I reached a main road - which led me to the outskirts of the coastal town. I felt the force which bound my body together constrict, causing me to buckle from the pain. Ahead of me lay desolate, never-ending plains. Wheat fields stretched deep into the horizon, a warm glow emanated from a thin strip of sky in the distance, and I hated it. It was this golden light that seemed to beckon me, I felt an uncontrollable urge to reach it. I glared at the golden patch of wheat. I vowed silently to myself that before I died I'd tear the crop apart and ruin their glow.
The golden patch was about seven miles away. I was slower now, my old age had severely depleted my strength. As I rushed from field to field I left a corridor of torn up wheat in my path. My winds began to slow and I started losing weight. I was falling apart, I could barely hold myself together.
The golden wheat was ever nearer, I knew that if I tried I could reach it. But then what? What happens when you reach it? I caught myself asking. Something. I caught myself answering.
Using up the rest of my strength I flew onwards. The clouds and the sky surrounding me were no longer under my control. The treacherous turncoats now moved aside creating openings the sun was only too happy to occupy, illuminating the areas I had painted a dark black during its absence.
The wheat was a few hundred feet away, but I had near nothing left. My fists of ice and wind had been lost miles away at the human settlement, nothing but lost relics of a different life, my ferocious & unruly winds had been made tame and temperate by the falling of sand in an hour glass.
I crawled the last few yards as a breeze to the golden oasis. I felt cold earth below me. I didn't have force enough to even dislodge stalks of wheat, but it didn't vex me. My mind cleared, I was at peace, everything held a new perspective. No hatred remained, no blood lust or delusions of historical grandeur, either. I wandered for a while, I'm not sure how long for. It could have been months, or even years. Sunlight came and went as the days passed. I carried insects and seeds now and then. In the distance above the mountains a thunderclap sounded; and I smiled.
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