“What did you get me?”
Santa Claus* #quote
Today I did this that and the other thing. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Chief Leader Daniel
Aliens are everywhere. I'm some sort of space marine or something.
All these weapons are ridiculous. How does this gun even throw
flaming chainsaws? Why are there crates of our ammo on the enemy
spaceships? This doesn't feel like dreaming, but it doesn't feel real
either. I know I'm space marine but why do all these things feel
wrong to me? I remember growing up. I'm Chief Leader Daniel. Agh,
I've been fighting so long.
I walk along in my black, metal battle suit among the corpses of
aliens I slaughter. They never stop coming. I lose a few close
comrades but if they're sentient then they suffer much more than I do
here. I'd think with their massive hordes we'd be unable to stop them
from conquering Earth but we always find an upper edge. The battle
field seems riddled with cover at perfect chest height for us to duct
behind. Is God watching us? So many different objects and types of
rubble falling in place for us like that. And at the strangest
moments in the middle of battlefields I'll find ammo and weapons in
crates for me. Are they stealing our weapons and dropping it.
I fight the war for Earth for a long time. No matter how odd
everything seems. I don't know why everything seems odd. It's how
everything has been for as long as I've been fighting it should seem
normal. It would be like saying the sky being blue is strange.
But eventually I ran across something truly strange. During one of my solo
missions I killed one of the alien overlords. And right after I
killed him in his throne room a black fog appeared and out from this
fog stepped out a man in a gray cloak. I couldn't see the man's face
and he folded his arms in the cloak so I couldn't see him either.
Really I could only see cloak.
“Who are you?” I said to the man while pointing my flaming
chainsaw gun at him.
“So this was where you were all this time.” The cloaked man
chuckled. “This game brought you much comfort in your youth so it
would make sense you would haunt here soul resisted the afterlife.”
“I don't understand. I won't say it again. Identify yourself!”
Quicker than lighting the man pulled out a strange light gray guy
revealing that his hand was nothing but bone. I shot my weapon but
the fire chainsaw went straight through him like he wasn't there. He
then shot a bullet from the gun and it went through my armor with
ease and I fell over.
“How could a simple bullet go through my armor so easily...almost
like magic.”
He waved around his gun. “You already died once in the real world
Daniel. I came here myself to make sure you moved and didn't stray in
here. Cyberspace isn't going to be your purgatory. Time to die again
Daniel.”
Things faded to black as the shot the man fired killed me. I hoped
the other soldiers could complete my mission.
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