Freddie Goes Hunting

Posted on Thu Jun 20th, 2013 @ 2:12pm by Commodore Samantha York & Commander Alexandra Vance & Lieutenant Khalpek & Gaia & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner

857 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: What Dreams May Come?
Location: Various

ON

A very fluffy black cat rubbed itself against Trent's leg. It purred furiously as it nuzzled against the fine fabric of his pants.

"THE @#$%!" Trent screamed. He kicked at the satanic creature and backed up several steps. "NO! STAY AWAY YOUR SOUL SUCKING SUCCUBUS!" He could barely tear his eyes away from the creature, but he still had to gather his bearings. Where was he?

"Nice Kitty...." Came a hoarse sinister voice.

The cat flicked it's tail about and continued to pur making it's way back towards Trent for further affection.

"NO, NO, NO, NO!" He backed away as the creature advanced. He frantically looked around for something to distract it. ~I need yarn, these things love yarn~ The surroundings were not familiar, however; In fact, he was having trouble deciding anything about where he was. The place 'looked' like the cargo bay but it 'felt' like his quarters. The tools and equipment had elements of both.

He caught something on his heel as he was retreating and he stumbled for a moment. "Shit." He swore, more over the lost time then feeling foolish. His eyes glanced down at the object. ~YARN!~ A bright blue ball of yarn was what he tripped over ~...how strangely convenient.~ The thought barely crossed his mind before ignoring it due to it's convenience. He quickly grabbed the ball and threw it at the kitty.

The cat watched as the yarn rolled by it. It stopped the ball of yarn with it's front paw, turned it's head to Trent and smiled sinisterly showing an impressive set of teeth for a feline.

It raised it's front paw extending five 2 inch long steel like claws and shredded the ball of yarn within mere seconds.

"Meow..." said the voice.

"...@#$%"

The cat retracted it's claws and advanced towards Trent again purring and flicking it's tail. It began to meow beckoning Trent to pick it up.

"OOookay." Trent said as he looked for something substantially heavier and less soft to throw at it. He was thinking something like a shoe, or book...or a grenade, sans pin.

As he backed up he passed a plant standing on a pedestal. Without thought he grabbed the pedestal and pulled it down in front of him, sending both items crashing to the ground. The pot cracked open sending plant, soil and shards of pottery across the kitten of death's path.

The cat quickly leaped out of the way and latched onto the wall. It began to kneed the deck plating and purred with satisfaction.

====

Samantha tossed and turned in her bed, trying to relax enough to sleep. She still heard the whispers of whatever entity was aboard the ship in the back of her mind and nothing so far helped her block them.

A rack of medals covered in crimson blood were thrown onto Samantha's sheet followed by a sinister laugh.

Sam sat up and looked around for the source of the laughter. As she moved, the medals clanged together. She pushed them onto the ground with a loud thud. The sheet she wrapped up and threw into the bin to be recycled.

She picked up the medals and washed them, but the blood didn't wash off. It was as if the medals themselves were bleeding.

"This is not real," she said to the room at large. "I don't believe this."

She replicated a bucket and dumped the medals in the bucket to get them out of the way. She had no idea why she was dreaming about medals as she had none of her own.

A drip, drip, dripping sound began to grow louder. Sam walked into the bedroom to find the cause. A large red spot on the ceiling was dripping blood onto her bed.

She slapped herself on the arm, but felt nothing. "You're dreaming. Wake up!"

With a start she sat up. She was in bed, the covers twisted around her body.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered as she headed for the shower.

====

Gaia rolled over and spoke out loud to the reaction of her dreams. "NO!" Her voice was angry. Her mind whirled and she whimpered at being forced to marry a man that she didn't want to. Her grandfather always set the rules. Set her life. Why could he just not leave her be happy the way she was. "NO!" she yelled again and sat up she was so tired and when she wasn't tired she was hungry. Her stomach growled as a answer. She rolled over and grabbed her pillow and tried to go back to sleep again.

"Your mind says no but your body says yes." A raspy voice said.

A sharp blade was gently guided across the top of her chest.

Gaia jerked in her sleep "What?"

The blade slowly rose up and followed her neckline pressing down just enough so it could be felt.

Gaia shivered she put her hand up and pulled it back to see if it had blood on it it seemed like it felt cold and wet.

OFF

Private First Class Trent Kushner
Marine

Frederick Krewger
Nightmare

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Gaia
Owner, Bazinga's

 

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