"I can help you with getting what you want." The female voice says behind me.
But it is manipulation, like they always does. That female voice is my wife's, but I've seen them.
They're not human, they're alien. A black gooey like symbiote.
When I didn't reply, it struck its sharp tendril through my heart. I gasped in pain.
Before me is their mother, the heart of it all. A mass of black goo, black and sharp skeleton shot out through all over the place. It beats just like a human heart.
In my hands had been the detonator and the bomb, but it looks like I didn't have the choice. The bomb vest strapped on me was desperate measures if something like this were to happen.
Charlotte, my wife. Rachel, my daughter. And everyone that I had met. I'm sorry I was a selfish and scared man. But now I was brave soldier. I died like a hero.
I close my eyes, and press the trigger.
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
