Flash Fiction: "It's the Eggs! They--!"

[wolven7]

“Hello?! Are you there?!" The line hissed and then the signal finally cut out.

He looked around the wreckage of the cockpit and weighed his options. Now that the fire was out, he wasn't actively losing oxygen, but he'd had to sacrifice most of it to the the void, so that the flames wouldn't crack containment. Quickly taking in the ruined features of the space which had once been his whole life, he reached a decision. He'd have to crawl back into the ducts of the ship, but if he could disengage or destroy the AER fail-safe... But they were down there.

He didn't want to think about them. They were some kind of horrible, carnivorous amalgamation of child and reptile; a hideous, swarming, hydrocephalic lizard. Their huge blank stares and jerky, skittering movements made them difficult to look at, let alone catch. He'd only been on the surface for an hour, but by some horrifying sexual alchemy, they'd laid their eggs throughout his ship.

He steeled himself. The ship was on an Automatic Emergency Return course to home colony, but he could stop it.

With any luck, the fallout from the crash would wipe out the whole species.
©Damien Williams. All Rights

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This flash fiction was written based on t3dy's prompts (here: http://wolven.livejournal.com/1848067.html )

Two down, six seven eight to go. Really, if any one else wants in, there are two more slots open.

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