9 years ago
Thousands of bodies lay among thousands more bits of soggy limbs. In the ten minutes it took to have half my figure beaten to shit - like an Earth orange beneath a human vehicle – my sight shifted around, aiming for each and every one of the steaming carcasses doused in liquids of varying color.
Those last ten minutes – minutes that felt like months of idle stupidity and inaction – cradled my brain with irrational thoughts of fear and anger and sadness. Fear of dying. Anger toward my fear of dying. And sadness, because… my mother was about to murder me.
With one cadaver after another splashing under her fury, mother raged toward me at every attempt of escape. I noticed things I never paid attention to before: details. I mean, I noticed details. I’m intelligent and very much above you all, my beloved audience. And it was a great run, but let me finish my monologue: I noticed details I would have never noticed, and details I would normally obsess over were now… they were nonexistent.
I wanted to do good. I wanted sexual intercourse with my mother. I wanted my older brother dead. I wanted to be like my mother, so I changed my gender. I wanted children. I wanted reasonable things, I’m sure you’ll agree. The sex-change, the white picket fence, all of that. I wanted a six-way between the two Elder Hunters and the remaining human and Xenomorph fighters, but we don’t always get what we want. I might have to settle with a three-way.
As her bloodied fists repeatedly slammed into the side of my cheek at an ungodly speed, I remembered what it was like when I was but her precious Warrior, fighting the human warrior Kidd all those many years ago. In between the thrashings, I’d attempted to lead her away to the rising Hunter ship. My sister, DarkLioness, had been slain. I had many fond memories with her, like the time I pushed her off the giant human ship as it crumbled beneath its own flames. My brother, Tawganator, was… somewhere. I couldn’t keep track anymore. My head was in pain. As was my left arm, laying with the other limbs about 10 yards away. A minor flesh wound.
She’d taken a hold of my thigh and spliced it with nothing but the compression of her curled fist. Her tail, as you can imagine, made short of my genital area, and where my crown was is completely up to debate. Intestines of mine flew everywhere, bringing nothing but flames and steam to whatever they touched. Eventually I stumbled my way to the remaining survivors. There weren’t many.
I could see the two Elder Hunters combatting the remaining human soldiers, the flaming trees swaying under the might of the rising Hunter ship. I tried using my mother’s frustration to my advantage by getting her to kill the frail female soldier the two Hunters had protected all this time. I don’t remember how I did it, but it was all I could do. I don’t know what the two Elder Hunters wanted with this weak female, but if I couldn’t have her, neither could they.
Of course, I never lived to see if they got what they wanted. What happened to the female soldier wasn’t very clear to me. At this point, my head had been ripped from my shoulders and thrown at the remaining human soldier from mother’s jaws. Green tendons, stretched and waving in the air, splashed across the masks of the Hunters. My blood did little damage.
You humans in my audience may be able to relate – it’s like trying to scream without anything actually coming out, and just like that, I went from being a God to being but a peasant in Satan’s lowest circle of hell. You can relate, can you not? Don't you hate it when your mothers kill you? I don't know who I'm talking to.
Human bodies littered the ground, their blood marinating with that of the Hunters and my own kind, yet I could not care less. The resulting liquid was a cold and boiling tar pit of violet rainbows, yet it ceased to arouse me. This was too extreme. There were so many torn body parts that it actually disgusted me. Firehunter? They all groped and touched and groped each other so loosely and the splashes and all I could think about was the fact that my own body was about to join this sea of the dead. Let me rephrase: something that absolutely disgusted me would be home to my body for the rest of eternity, and I don’t know how it came to this.
If I had done something to fuck with everyone’s plans, it was bringing my mother into the mix. Once she was done with me, there was no telling what she would do with the remainder of her raw fury, especially because so many of her children had died. But you’re upset about me, too, right mother? Don’t you still love me?
It was unclear what happened after my death. It’s as if my life-span was cut short before my time. I was supposed to rule this planet as Empress, and they all took it away from me! What did I do wrong?
In this cycle of death – this litany of fire - all I could remember thinking was I don’t want to die. My mother turned to face the two Elder Hunters. That bitch claimed my prize, and to make things worse, the female soldier was fine and it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair! It wasn't fair! If my decapitated head had tear ducts, I felt them streaming pathetically from my crushed cheeks, or perhaps that was the perpetual river of saliva running from the sides of my mouth, finally drying up as the end of my world continued cruelly without my influence.
I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die, no, no, no, no, no, I...