It was all just a blur when I first arrived here. The swell of fighting, explosions and laser fire was driving my brain in a tizzy. But now after some grub (questionable it might have been), a bit of rest and taking in my environment this time round, I got a full scope of the battlefront. The Alien Horde was still off in the distance, far well enough from us as we returned to the trenches. You could kinda of make them out, without a pair of binoculars in hand; a string of black blobby, wriggling things that seemed to stretch across the horizon. I thought maybe my eyes were deceiving me at first, like someone took a paintbrush and painted a black like across.
But no, it was them, all of them. You could hear the creatures growling and shrieking loudly. It drifted across the pockmarked and scared battlefield, with numerous bodies (alien and human) strewn about. It was quite the view, let me tell you. I got a whiff of the stench in my nostrils and I got excited by it. Wars are won by those that know how to kill, and I’ve killed a lot. All of us here are good at what they do, they wouldn’t have survived otherwise. I can start to see why they’d put us in this meat-grinder, you don’t send in the living to fight a war… you send in the dead. Nobody is leaving this planet alive. That’s the point, I guess.
“Look sharp rookie!” Sheba said to me, slapping my butt. “Killing time is about to ramp-up again.”
I nearly back handed her after the fact, just a reaction I tend to have, but I let it slide… for now. I”d probably find a nice spot for later, dark and secluded, and fucking raper her tasty ass till gushes out blood. Then, I’d go down on it, and suck up that anal carnage I made. Shit, I got to stay focused, getting too fucking hard right now.
“Dream about her later, dickwad.” Taft snickered at me, motioning to her backside as it taunted me. “Not that’ll get the chance. She killed fifty guys here on her first day… those that dared to pin her down.”
“That’s not a lot,” I shrugged.
“Says you,” He grinned. “She tore of their dicks, smacked them in the face with them, and then, bashed in their skulls with her boots.”
If he was trying to scare me, or make me jealous, it wasn’t working. I tried to look impressed, but, not really. I was more fascinated by the trench we were heading into. It stretched out on either side just as much as the Alien Horde was off in the distance. The amount of dedicated time and effort to secure a position here was incredible. I mean, these are psychopaths, humans with no morals or sense of loyalty whatsoever, so again… its got to be those damn chips in our brains. Probably giving us the motivation and the necessary skill to combat these beings. It didn’t seem right to me. No, not one damn bit.
* * *
The relief crew that came in after us (what was left of them), headed out as we took their spots. The debris of bodies, the pools and rivers of blood, trickling down the side of the dirt wall, was like that of a slaughterhouse. Taft started to drink from it, as if it were a water fountain, a blend of human and alien mixed together. He gulped it down and hooted with a big smile on his face.
“Fuck ya!” He shouted. “Bring it on, motherfuckers! Bring it on!”
More guys started to enter the trench, or the pit, as some kept calling it. The sound of weapons charging up, knives being playfully sharpened, and cat-calls to one another filled air. I was told by a passerby that a mini-orgy had started down the other end. I asked if anything were women, he laughed and told me to go check it out for myself. Yeah, whatever, I ain’t falling for that set up. Sheba returned, from wherever the fuck she got to earlier, fresh blood and spunk on her torn-up uniform and powered up her weapon in hand.
“Okay, I’m ready now…”
“You, uh… okay there?” I said with mild concern.
“I had me an urge, so I fucked someone up…”
“Aw, shit,” I said with frown. “And you didn’t think of me first?”
She grinned while removing some of that jizz with her thumb and sucked on it. “I was…” She winked. “I let him do his business, then bashed his skull, cut out chest my knife here, and, well, you know… other things.”
“What about his dick?” I inquired further. “You take that off too?”
“Kinda,” She said, taking position near the edge of the trench and aiming her weapon. “I still got that one lodged in my ass. The creep thought he could fuck me till I bled. He was still hard when I cracked his skull open, so before I ripped open his chest, I sliced off that hard cock while it was still inside me. Why waste something that precious, right? I’ll take it out later, it might help me cum as we start the fighting.”
Fuck me, I love this woman. I”m so jealous of that cock in there.
“They’re getting closer!” A voice cried out.
We all got to our positions, looking over the edge of the trench, and noticed the black line growing thicker, the sounds of the Alien Horde screams getting louder. That dark line was becoming more detailed, there wasn’t hundreds, or thousands—there were fucking millions coming straight for us. I never had any kind of fear before, maybe as a child… shit, no, maybe not even then; but when I saw this large wall of black squidgy aliens coming like a tsunami, my fucking mouth gaped open in horror.
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“Holy… fuck…” I stated.
“Fuck!” Sheba said gritting her teeth. “This is way more this time round.”
Taft gave a look of worry to us. “This… this ain’t right… there shouldn’t be this many. They’ve never had this many before…”
“This is why nobody from the first few battalions lasted…” Sheba grimaced while eyeing the scene. “They get wiped out by these things, then the military drop in a whole new group of meat to the ground.”
The other so-called soldiers around us started to panic. Some dropped their guns and ran back to the main camp, while the rest tried to remain brave, and egged the beings on, screaming, “Come get some!”
I dug my feet in to the soft, sandy-soil below, cracked my neck a few times and checked my weapon’s settings again. This war seemed a tad one sided. The military gave us enough weapons to do the job ten times over, but in the end, we weren’t expected to win. After all, we’re condemn prisoners, everyone has the death penalty on their heads here.
“You don’t send in the living…” I stated. “You send in the dead. That’s goddamn right...”
Both Sheba and Taft looked at me as I said it. I gave a quick sniff and poised my head to the gun’s eye scope and zoomed in on the creatures heading our way. Nothing but a sea of wriggling, elongated tentacles, mouths snapping with white fanged teeth, moving in unison at a pace that seemed impossible for a creature built like that.
“They look bigger than those others we’ve fought.” Taft glared through is gun-scope. “Way bigger… fuck.”
“Yep…” Sheba nodded.
“You mean, you guys haven’t dealt with the likes of these ones before?” I glared over at them.
“Nope…” They both answered.
Looking on either side of the trench, more guys were starting to back away, probably realizing the same thing. It was interesting to watch. To see guys like that, who enjoyed putting the fear into their victims, now succumbing to it themselves. I wasn’t there yet, I still had my balls intact. Those that tried to leave suddenly found a blade slicing into them. The tougher group wasn’t about to let them coward their way out in this moment. They tossed them over the trench as sacrificial lambs, fodder for the creatures, something to occupy the Horde. They tried to come back down, but were swiftly met with punches and head-butts.
As one guy was sent flying back up and over, the creatures made their presence known, a long tentacle slung over to him and scooped him away. He shouted and wailed as the being brought him into its awaiting maw and silenced him forever. Sheba clenched her buttocks, and moaned softly as the corpse dick inched up inside of her. She gave me a passing wink before engaging the enemy.
“Mm, this is going to be so much fun.”
* * *
As I started to pummel the Horde with scattered and random blast of hot laser fire. I started to lapse into daydream, a flash of memory, if you will, to one of my victims prior. Probably wasn’t the best of time to think on it, but, it defiantly helped calm my nerves. I’ll never forget her. She was a nun, Sister Mary McMannus, a thirty-something gal that was visiting Mars and just happened to run into me. I liked touring the churches from time to time. Scoping those I want to hunt, possibly fuck, or just toy around with. She saw me at the chapel, alone, and thought I was in need of help. That was nice of her to ask. And, of course, I took her up on the offer.
She thought we could got some where private to talk, since I gave her my usual shit story about being abused as a child. This woman actually believed she could help me. I played it up for a while, giving her tidbits, some fake tears, and asking for a hug. That always worked. The Mars churches always had some shelter sections below, just incase the dome covering the city cracked or whatever, it was very secluded and rarely used at all. I asked if we could go down there, far from anyone’s sight and ears, she seemed hesitant at first, but I always managed to lay on the pity to sway her otherwise.
Once we were down there, she closed the airlock door, and then I knocked her out with brutal force. She had pretty hair, such a nice body, looked even better naked. She was strong too. Kept coming out of it, fighting me off, a few good kicks to my groin, impressive to say the least. A few blows to her skull managed to do the trick. Nice and docile after that… I took whatever string or wires where available in the place, and strung her up. I put my hand around her throat, and squeezed hard as I licked of the blood covering her eyes.
I wanted her to see me, to see what I was doing to her, to show her what God was allowing me to do. It was in that last moment, giving her the final thrust into her shattered pelvis, that she regained consciousness, and stared right at me.
“You are not evil,” She said in her dying breath. “You are just a victim of it, and I… I forgive you.”
Talk about a mood killer. Forgiving me? Who the fuck does she think she is? I was so enraged by that statement, I chopped her up her entire body, bashed her skull in until the brain was visible and stomped on the remains of it, over and over. All the while I was screaming her final words to me. I made sure that the entire room was bathed in her blood and broken bones. I sat in the middle of the carnage, taking a piss on her clumped remains in a pile, and started to think about what she had said.
“I’m not evil, I’m just a victim of it…”
I kept repeating that to myself, even as the cops came and found me in the bunker. Apparently there was a warning light that tiggers if you close the door all the way. Maybe she already knew what I was going to do and wanted to signal the authorities there. Or maybe she didn’t, I don’t know, I can’t say for sure. As they found me, I was now naked, with Sister Mary’s broken skull sitting on my hard cock. Some of the rookie cops were vomiting, others were beating the shit out of me, and the rest were ready to shoot me there and then. I bet it was so tempting. I dared them to do it, even as I started to re-hump the dead nun’s skull.
I practically begged them to just kill me and close the door forever. But, that’s the difference, between them and someone like me, isn’t it? They’e bound by rules, protection of the innocent, where as I, the predator, just want to do whatever the fuck I want. Oh, I’ve had many prison psychologists and therapy groups trying to rehabilitate me. And sure, I mean… I tried to go straight, once, a long time ago, but… I just couldn’t do it. I just had that urge, ya know? It’s hard to shake that thrill once you start. And that’s what it felt like right now, in this moment. Aliens are coming at me, ready to give me a challenge. Just like when I landed here, in a wave of death, blood curling screams all around, I found the thrill of it simply intoxicating.
So, no, Sister Mary, I’m not a victim of evil… I am that evil.