Went Pinterest prompt hunting and found this:
Get ready for the transition into Madness.
The frozen lake had finally cracked open after all these frigid years.
But it was not this fact which startled me.
Rather it was the single trail of footsteps that lead out.
If they weren’t bloody footprints, I’d have missed them.
The hatchet in my hands clattered to the ice and I took a small step backward. At a loss for words, I glanced once more at the crack then at the footprints leading back to my property.
My alarm buzzed in my pocket startling me. I silenced it sending a scathing look at the reminder TIME TO KICK SOME OTHERWORLDER ASS.
“That bastard lied.” I hissed. He told me we had more time after the crack. I had purposely set my alarm 30 minutes before go time so I could wait for the creatures that decided to get too close to my property.
Good thing I had gotten too happy and decided to come even earlier than that. I looked at the footprints again.
Where the hell was it?
I picked up the hatchet and carefully tracked the footprints. The storage unit. Keeping my eye on the unit for any movement I quickly texted Quinn. He needed to hurry and get his ass over here.
Finished, I patted myself down and took stock of my weaponry. Not much I could hide in my tactical outfit without fear of being poked by my own poisonous needles. The only thing of great use hung in scabbards crisscrossed between my chest. The daggers bought ordered and made with Damascus steel.
I needed more if I decided to go in by myself. I gathered the duffel bag on the ground and took out the satchel purse. I carefully placed my throwing knives and needles into the bag. I twisted the straps so it fit around my waist.
I also took out the sleeping gas canister and mask. A unique gas that should work on the otherworld. Or so Quinn said who knew if I could trust his certainty anymore.
Speaking of, I raised the buzzing phone to my eyes. Still about 15 minutes out.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t wait that long. It helped that I knew there would be someone on the way if things went differently than what I pictured.
So far I didn’t see any movement from the unit. Good. I walked off the ice and followed the steps of the intruder. Once I got closer to the storage unit I veered left to the back. There was a security system on the back door.
The system was green as if no one had broken in.
How this being cracked the code, I have no idea but this would be used to my advantage.
For now, I typed in the correct code to unlock everything.
I turned the corner of the shed to the window and slowly opened it. I threw the gas inside, shut the window, and ran to the back. I typed in the reversed code and smiled as the doors sealed shut.
Bomb shelter proof. The sound of everything being sealed inside filled me with excitement. I didn’t know how long the gas would take so I waited five minutes pacing back and forth.
I would’ve chosen to go hand to hand or use my lovely daggers but I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t have back up. So the plan was to incapacitate and then go in for the kill.
I jumped when I heard a screech something that I couldn’t place a name to. It made goosebumps and the hairs on my arms raise.
I waited a few minutes before disarming the system. I placed the mask on and entered the foggy unit.
I walked in slowly looking around boxes and cabinets. Finally, I found the alien.
She sat in fetal position quaking; next to her was a puddle of rainbow-colored vomit. Her skin glowed pink and her hair glowed white. She wasn’t asleep though just mildly incapacitated.
Quinn. I shook my head and pulled out my phone.
“Hey Siri, please set a reminder in five minutes to knife Quinn,” I shouted before placing the device away.
I turned back to the alien, deciding how I wanted to do this. Her discolored eyes widened and she held out her hand. Pleading. How…idiotic of her.
How many people did the same to her and her kind and they gave no mercy? I pushed her hand away and dug into the satchel.
“I’m sorry sweetie but I have the world to protect from being like you.” I tapped the needle and then inserted it into her distended vein.
She twitched a few times before going still. I stood and dusted my hands off.
“Good job, Alyssa.” I patted my back.
“Thank you, Alyssa.” I smiled.
In correspondence with the buzzing in my pants pocket, came the hum of a vehicle. I unsheathed my dagger and twisted it in the air.
“Guess you get to be of use today.”
Quanisha A. McGruder