The Lost Planet

Attack

"What?" I asked, surprised by the idea.

"But you know that already, don't you." Hunden seemed to grow angry.

"You lived here before, you were born here. You're a Gifted." He spat the word, as if it were a foul waste.

"Hunden, I have no idea what you're talking about." I said slowly. Hunden was acting weird, he was breathing heavily, and had a dark look in his eyes. He reached down and picked up a scalpel. He held it like a knife, slowly approaching me. A wave of fear shot through me.

"Hunden," I said loudly as he approached. I began to pace backward.

"Hunden, stop." I said firmly. I glanced around the room. There was no one, save for patients in the beds.

"Hunden!" I yelled. He seemed mad, I began to push aside the stretchers, trying to get out. Hunden just kept coming at me, ignoring my yells.

"Hunden? What are you doing?" My foot hit the cruiser wall, Hunden still approaching. He blocked my only exit.

"Hunden, please, I'm sorry, what are you doing?" I pleaded. Hunden had a metal shard in his other hand. It was bloody. I glanced at the man who he had been working on. The shard was missing from his shoulder, leaving a ripped gaping wound.

Hunden raised the shard and the scalpel simultaneously. I reacted. I kicked an empty stretcher at Hunden. It hit him in the knee. I jumped aside, as the blades whipped past my face. I hit the side of a stretcher with my hip. Pain shot up through my side. I struggled forward, and was hit by one of Hunden's empty hands. I was launched into the air. I flew across the room, hitting my chest on a counter. I screamed in pain. A huge blue hand closed on my leg.

I was sent sailing across the cruiser, and hit the wall I been pressed against moments ago. Hunden approached. I tried to lift myself but my ribs hurt, and my leg felt broken. Hunden was standing above me.

"I get to kill, a Gifted." Hunden said to himself. I tried to talk, to move, but my body was unresponsive. Hunden raised his blades when the cruiser shook. A huge thunderclap of noise shot through the cruiser. I tried to move, but then the wall behind me exploded.

I was blasted across the cruiser, hitting a stretcher with a patient on it. It fell over, sending me and a screaming woman to the floor.

Light flooded in through the hole in the side. The sound of gunfire sounded from outside. I spotted Hunden several stretchers away. He was on the ground, stirring. I had to get away from Hunden. I grabbed a stretcher, and slowly raised myself to my feet. My leg was working.

I hobbled toward the light, my path to freedom. I heard Hunden groan. I kept moving, fifteen steps. Hundan yelled. Twelve steps. He stood up, and grabbed the metal shard. Ten steps. He took a step forward, and I heard a sickening crack. He fell to his knees. Eight steps. Hunden began to crawl. Seven. Hunden growled. Six. Hunden stood. Five. Hunden stabbed me in the shoulder.

I was launched forward, out into the light from the force of the attack. He had jumped across the room at me.

I landed on dry ground. I rolled a few paces and came to a stop near a large rock. Hunden stood up a few feet away.

No. I thought as he stood. What does it take to get away from this guy?

As soon as Hunden stood, a large projectile jutted from his chest. It was three feet long and seemed to glow a light blue. Hunden stared at the spear-like weapon with a surprised look.

It emitted a high pitched whine, and Hunden screamed. The spear thing glowed brightly, and Hunden burst into a million dust particles. The dust cloud was washed away by the wind, which I now realized was whipping around fiercely.

I looked around, the convoy was at a stand still. The military cruiser was in full battle mode, guns firing, plasma arcs ripping across the desert. Both medic cruisers were in bad condition, full of black smoke. The last trace port cruiser was holding its own. But as I watched, one of the two turrets exploded. I stared in awe and terror.

Just as the second turret was destroyed someone jumped over my hiding rock. They were dressed in light grey, with light blue trim. He was wearing a loose cape with a hood, long strips of clothing waving in the wind. It passed and spun.

A grey mask faced me. It was metal, with light blue highlights. The mask seemed to resemble a dog, with tusks and a large, broad spikes coming out the sides of the head just above the tusks. The right ear was ripped, jutting a few wires. The blue highlights glowed. But I was more concerned with the weapon in its hand.

The staff was probably seven feet long, grey with blue, and had a huge blade at the end. It glowed vibrant blue. The other side of the end of the staff, had two smaller backward facing blades, and at the middle of the staff's end, a huge gun barrel.

The thing seemed to be staring at me, sizing me up. I raised my hands, showing it I had no weapons. It paused, and swung the staff in a graceful arc and hit me in the head with the back of the staff.

I blacked out.