The Harvest: Chapter Two

“We’ve got to get out of here,” Len whispered, pacing around in the sludge, his member shriveled.
“They will kill us,” EeMeee reasoned.
“They’re gonna kill us anyway,” Len snapped. “What difference does it make if we try to escape or sit here and wait? If we sit here, we know we’re going to die, right? So, if we at least try to get out of here, there is the slight chance we might not die.”
“No, there is the very good chance we will die that much quicker,” EeMeee replied.

Len wanted to scream, the space-spider had to be nuts. Why else wouldn’t the creature want to escape? Unless he was one of them—but Len didn’t think he was. Len looked around the chamber. It was very dark, and therefore very hard to see anything. He held his hand out in front of him and could barely see it. The sludge came up to his knees, it was thick like oil and stank like rot and mold.

He slowly moved around the chamber and eventually found a wall. He walked along it feeling along the wall hoping his fingers found a way out.

After several trips around the chamber they found nothing. There were seems, and grates, sure, but no glowing exit sign. He put his back to the wall and slumped down into the sludge. He had to piss, so he just let it go. It made a small patch of warmth around his crotch and he didn’t care.

“Even if we could get out of here, what would you do? How could you get home?” EeMeee asked.
“I don’t know…kill them all and try to steer this thing home,” Len replied only partially serious.
“Oh, you’re a violent one,” EeMeee began to giggle, “don’t like violence. So messy, so very messy,” the spider-thing skittered closer to Len.
“No, I’m not violent. When I get angry sure, and when some space vampires want to drink my blood yes,” he paused, “but violent? No, I can be if that’ll get me home.”
“Home. I don’t think we are ever getting to go home. This is home now,” EeMeee accepted.
“Wait…you can read my mind right?”
“Mostly.”
“What do you mean mostly,” Len asked.
“If you are open to it, I can. I know what you are thinking, but these ‘vampires’ as you call them don’t usually leave their minds open.”
“Can you open them?”
“Maybe,” EeMeee replied.
“Well, fucking try it, man,” Len said excitedly.
“It may prove fatal, but if you insist.”

The bulbous creature moved itself to the center of the chamber. The pustules on its back began to swell and pulsate. Len heard—no, felt—shrieking noises begin to grow in the back of his head. It grew louder and higher. The pain was furious. He could hear other noises—what sounded like screams—from other chambers, he thought. Light erupted once more through the grates, followed by the shadows. They screamed into the chamber in their native tongue, slamming their hands and feet against the grate.

EeMeee continued to emit its loud noise. The creatures above grew angrier—their shouts more fierce. The grate shifted open and one of the figures swooped inside clinging to the ceiling. It moved like a swift shadow from ceiling to wall to floor to between Len and EeMeee. The thing was cloaked in dark rag-like cloths and wore what looked like a gasmask with several tentacles dangling in front. Its hands were disproportionately long as were its fingers—pointy too. It hissed at Len, who pressed his back against the wall, then turned its attention to EeMeee. It lifted EeMeee with one of its long-fingered hands, shouting something and squeezing the poor spider-like alien. The noise stopped, and then the creature threw EeMeee against the wall. The cloaked space-vampire then leapt after it and began to shout once more. It then left as swiftly as it came. The grate closed, and the lights were gone once more. Len rushed over to EeMeee.

“Are you okay,” he asked.
“No. Lot of pain,” EeMeee replied. “It worked,” the thing giggled.



Tune in Next Week for The Harvest: Chapter Three!