Viktor's first thought was: fuckfuckfuckfuck!
His second thought was: how am I still alive?
Hurdling toward a super big black hole after being flicked like some mosquito was not on his to-do list today, but it had found its way right at the top regardless. He tumbled ass over tea kettle, trying his damnedest to right himself, but knowing - deep down - there was nothing he could do.
Viktor was going to die.
The... whatever protections the other gods had slathered on him before One-who-destroys grabbed him at least protected him from the elements of space. He could breathe. His head wasn't getting popped like a grape. And he wasn't freezing to death.
All the more aware he'd be while getting crushed to death in the black hole. Awesome.
He saw One-who-destroys throw whatever it called its head back, probably in laughter, that dickhead, as the Spirits made a frantic lunge for him. Viktor briefly felt a spray of sand hit him in the face, which made him splutter and cough. Hope surged in his chest -
and shriveled a sad death when he careened out of the Spirits' reach. A sharp wail pierced his ears.
Love, lovelovelove, pounded in his chest, making him feel warm all over. Tears sprang to his eyes. He sniffled. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Viktor closed his eyes. At least he wouldn't be cold when he died.
It was funny - he hadn't wanted to. Maybe he had when his dad had died at first. He missed him like a hole in his chest. It ebbed and flowed, that grief, and Viktor privately thought that whatever he'd witnessed in the Spirits', uh, afterlife or whatever, had let him move on. He had more things to live for, and his dad wouldn't have wanted to see him so soon, anyway.
Sorry, Dad, he thought, opening his eyes once more to see the Spirits ripping One-who-destroys into ribbons. We'll see each other quicker than I'd thought.
He gave one last prayer to - well, everyone there, he supposed - to take care of his family when he was gone. Viktor knew that he'd probably see Vok'Rul after the next Competition, if not a little earlier. The thought made him want to start crying again, but the black hole ripped away all of his tears.
Well, and that was if his soul was able to go back to Earth. He hoped the Spirits would catch him before he left. Maybe he could spend some time with them before going back to Earth.
It wouldn't matter, though, would it? In the end, Viktor was going to die. It didn't matter where he'd end up. His life was over.
Black holes were both everything and nothing, all at once. Light soon escaped his eyes. Pressure, like nothing he's ever felt, started to enclose on him. He could barely breathe. Viktor braced for pain that was surely to come with being ripped to shreds. Or whatever happened when you fell into a black hole.
Instead of, well, dying, Viktor collided into something. Painfully.
"Ow, what the fuck?" he gasped, twisting around and getting onto his hands and knees.
HELLO THERE
Something huge picked him up like a stray kitten. Viktor gaped as he stared into Everything.
There were thousands of galaxies, stars, planets, flames, comets, nebulae swimming underneath a shimmering translucent layer of hide, skin, fur, shells. It peered at him, swiftly rearranging features to match his. Two eyes - two bright galaxies - appeared at the front of their face, and a slow, streak of light modeled a mouth.
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The Autobiography Of An Alien
Science Fiction!! Sequel to In Search of Home. If you haven't read that, you'll be a little confused! !! After the humans invaded - somewhat; it was his fault, really - his planet, they left a gaping hole in his heart. It took the form of one Kohgrash. Rulshkka ha...
