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Sky Queen: Prologue ('Astronautica')
A night-black shape, scarred and primal, cut past cold distant stars. Scales darker than the lonely void around it. The creature’s hard white eyes watched infinity slide by. Behind them, an animal mind churned in silent space. Forgotten furies. Raptures long remembered. What it was, and what it was not. The creature’s engines rumbled on; glowing pale ghostfire. Sailing on into the abyss.
Beneath its thick skin, in the cockpit around its heart, its human female lay in deathly sleep. Stone-still tentacles gripped the ceiling above her, dormant in the dark. The unmoving air, cold and glass-fragile, hung in silent hymn to the frozen shrine. Her clawed black hands and feet. Her body tucked and shielded, foetal-funereal. Blood-red curls. Eyelids twitching as she slept.
Black teeth grinned in the moonlit dark. A gliding blade, pushed in, soft as love. Tabitha's heart burst and sparked like a dead star. She woke up screaming and looked around at Seven's cockpit, gasping for sanctuary and the feel of her monsters. His face was still so clear; the blade so real. Scarier still were the feelings she could've had for him, once.
'Fuck you,' she sobbed quietly, hugging her knees to her chest in the pilot seat. Beyond the white flexing walls around her, Seven sailed on for distant stars in the lonely void.
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Beneath its thick skin, in the cockpit around its heart, its human female lay in deathly sleep. Stone-still tentacles gripped the ceiling above her, dormant in the dark. The unmoving air, cold and glass-fragile, hung in silent hymn to the frozen shrine. Her clawed black hands and feet. Her body tucked and shielded, foetal-funereal. Blood-red curls. Eyelids twitching as she slept.
Black teeth grinned in the moonlit dark. A gliding blade, pushed in, soft as love. Tabitha's heart burst and sparked like a dead star. She woke up screaming and looked around at Seven's cockpit, gasping for sanctuary and the feel of her monsters. His face was still so clear; the blade so real. Scarier still were the feelings she could've had for him, once.
'Fuck you,' she sobbed quietly, hugging her knees to her chest in the pilot seat. Beyond the white flexing walls around her, Seven sailed on for distant stars in the lonely void.
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ALEX: GORGONOPSIS. Noun. "Monstrous Aspect".
SOUNDTRACK:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjcHc...
A sudden fierce stab shocked him conscious. Something tugged on his flesh like pointed pliers; a great ragged crow that pecked a gaping wound. He roared and lashed out painfully, and sent the dark bird lurching skyward; croaking loud Odin caws as it went. His stark gaze followed it, pinprick pupils staring in the daylight, until it vanished between the skyscrapers above. Its freedom, its flight, set him moving.
He felt it all now; the bloody ruins of him. His thoughts came back to him, and anger with it. All of it. Teeth clenched and snarling with it. A more ancient anger that wouldn’t quit, and ran far deeper to his core. A chain reaction. A neutron bomb. Rising now into trembling rage, into hot bloody fury, into seething wrath-volcanic. He snarled and yelled wildly at a world that didn’t want him. What’d driven him before wasn’t there any more; the only thing left was hate. Everything in him, all that’d shaped him, snapped. Alex roared out loud in a throat-breaking bellow and crawled from his puddle of blood. His failed execution. Left for dead. He forced his arms ahead of him. Pressed his palms into the sidewalk. Scratched his filthy nails at the concrete, over and over, to try and grip at it. Dragging himself forward on nothing but a thought.
…I hate you. All of you. I’ll make you suffer, and grow strong from you. I'll devour you. Until there's nothing left.
All his mind was bent on it, a muttering mantra, and he crawled. Wild eyes staring, growling frothed spit through cracked lips and gritted teeth, he dragged himself away from Death. Nothing heroic; more a mad-dog streak. The way mangled wild animals just kept on living. Pure reptile impulse, some engine of evolution, that refused to stop surviving while a single cell still fired. He dragged his silver blood-smear trail behind him. A raging revenant in the ruins.
The fall from that tower block had burst and broken him on the sidewalk. Glancing back, shaking with the pain, he couldn’t feel his legs. Dragging them useless behind him.
He raised himself on raw bloody arms to look around him; these dust-pale ruins of New York. Scouring it all with a piercing wide-eyed glare; starving and unhinged. Knuckle-bones rattling now, soundlessly from somewhere, through strange spiralling thoughts that took him over. Drums thumping louder in his head.
He searched the sidewalks around him, all the glooming buildings and dead dust-wrapped traffic, and saw something in the road that got him drooling. A gored-up jagged jackpot. The corpse of some unearthly monster; a dark hulking mound. Sprouting like shadow from the grey city scene.
…Gorgonopsis, he told himself excitedly. Violence incarnate. He’d never seen one this close before. Staring in wonder at the murdered monstrosity.
He struggled towards it with a mad stare. The drums in his head pounding louder now. Pushing up in agony, he walked on his hands and shuffled his strong bleeding form towards it. Smiling wide as he neared it, eyelids twitching with his shattered nerves, and those feral drums were deafening thunder in his soul.
His chuckling half-corpse dragged itself on through the ashen aftermath, towards that titan of monstrous carrion in the road. Muscles straining against the cold massive shape of it, he wrenched and peeled its rubber-metal armour where the tank shots had cratered it apart. The battletank itself was a mauled-open mess in the distance; coated with dust and deformed in melted shapes. Alex pulled open a flesh-creaking crevice in the monster, wide enough to bury his face inside it, and bear-hugged its carcass to sink his teeth through the muscles. The white meat scrunched and squeaked as he bit at solid cords of it; fraying fibrous with a smell like latex steak. It peeled in bloody pops and sheared away as he chewed it; he crushed and mashed a mouthful with cracked and bleeding teeth.
He swallowed a bloody chunk, gasping orgasmic at the taste of it, and suddenly all that mattered was sprawled out bleeding before him. There for the taking, and by god would he take it. He filled his lungs with the smell of it. Frantic breaths in a carnivore snarl. Pupils swelling into drugged dilation. He held it still and buried his teeth in the flesh of it. The soundless devourings of a creature on a kill. Ripping great flopping shreds of it, he gripped and twisted and swallowed them whole. Savage silence, and lethal lunges; crocodile crunches in the dust. Squelching snaps and gluttonous gulps as he gripped corded flesh and crammed it between his teeth.
The city around him was blurred-out powders. The carcass before him, all that truly mattered now. Glowing nocturnal in bizarre hyperfocus, as if it writhed and reached and called to him for more. Alex buried his bloody face to the centre of it, peeling apart its furnace-guts and dragging away a great glob of metal set inside it. He tore in deeper, and gnawed off a chunk of its dark giant heart. Devouring it. Gasping wild and gulping as he filled his stomach to bursting with it. Its sticky cells came alive in him. A painkiller tide that helped him stand on his hands, and forced his appetite to swallow more of it. Eating for his life. It shot him through with strange sudden strength. A fresh energy; alien adrenaline to the heart. Spurring him on to suck at the monster’s blood, in those gleaming silver crevices where it pooled and trickled to the asphalt.
His meal put a drunken daze on him; melting his inhibitions. Snapping the restraints of that old fallen world that’d stamped down the psycho ape inside him. He pounced reptilian and locked his teeth into it. Jolting his body to rip at it. Filling his throat with it, that rich delicious flesh and starlight-flavoured blood, until he had to find some other way to take in more of it. Gulping vampiric on cold silver pints of it, until nothing more of that gorgon would fit inside him.
Its dormant tissues came alive in him. Both animals evolving. Cells growing less separate. Intertwining. Adapting to survive.
Alex was about to become much, much more.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjcHc...
A sudden fierce stab shocked him conscious. Something tugged on his flesh like pointed pliers; a great ragged crow that pecked a gaping wound. He roared and lashed out painfully, and sent the dark bird lurching skyward; croaking loud Odin caws as it went. His stark gaze followed it, pinprick pupils staring in the daylight, until it vanished between the skyscrapers above. Its freedom, its flight, set him moving.
He felt it all now; the bloody ruins of him. His thoughts came back to him, and anger with it. All of it. Teeth clenched and snarling with it. A more ancient anger that wouldn’t quit, and ran far deeper to his core. A chain reaction. A neutron bomb. Rising now into trembling rage, into hot bloody fury, into seething wrath-volcanic. He snarled and yelled wildly at a world that didn’t want him. What’d driven him before wasn’t there any more; the only thing left was hate. Everything in him, all that’d shaped him, snapped. Alex roared out loud in a throat-breaking bellow and crawled from his puddle of blood. His failed execution. Left for dead. He forced his arms ahead of him. Pressed his palms into the sidewalk. Scratched his filthy nails at the concrete, over and over, to try and grip at it. Dragging himself forward on nothing but a thought.
…I hate you. All of you. I’ll make you suffer, and grow strong from you. I'll devour you. Until there's nothing left.
All his mind was bent on it, a muttering mantra, and he crawled. Wild eyes staring, growling frothed spit through cracked lips and gritted teeth, he dragged himself away from Death. Nothing heroic; more a mad-dog streak. The way mangled wild animals just kept on living. Pure reptile impulse, some engine of evolution, that refused to stop surviving while a single cell still fired. He dragged his silver blood-smear trail behind him. A raging revenant in the ruins.
The fall from that tower block had burst and broken him on the sidewalk. Glancing back, shaking with the pain, he couldn’t feel his legs. Dragging them useless behind him.
He raised himself on raw bloody arms to look around him; these dust-pale ruins of New York. Scouring it all with a piercing wide-eyed glare; starving and unhinged. Knuckle-bones rattling now, soundlessly from somewhere, through strange spiralling thoughts that took him over. Drums thumping louder in his head.
He searched the sidewalks around him, all the glooming buildings and dead dust-wrapped traffic, and saw something in the road that got him drooling. A gored-up jagged jackpot. The corpse of some unearthly monster; a dark hulking mound. Sprouting like shadow from the grey city scene.
…Gorgonopsis, he told himself excitedly. Violence incarnate. He’d never seen one this close before. Staring in wonder at the murdered monstrosity.
He struggled towards it with a mad stare. The drums in his head pounding louder now. Pushing up in agony, he walked on his hands and shuffled his strong bleeding form towards it. Smiling wide as he neared it, eyelids twitching with his shattered nerves, and those feral drums were deafening thunder in his soul.
His chuckling half-corpse dragged itself on through the ashen aftermath, towards that titan of monstrous carrion in the road. Muscles straining against the cold massive shape of it, he wrenched and peeled its rubber-metal armour where the tank shots had cratered it apart. The battletank itself was a mauled-open mess in the distance; coated with dust and deformed in melted shapes. Alex pulled open a flesh-creaking crevice in the monster, wide enough to bury his face inside it, and bear-hugged its carcass to sink his teeth through the muscles. The white meat scrunched and squeaked as he bit at solid cords of it; fraying fibrous with a smell like latex steak. It peeled in bloody pops and sheared away as he chewed it; he crushed and mashed a mouthful with cracked and bleeding teeth.
He swallowed a bloody chunk, gasping orgasmic at the taste of it, and suddenly all that mattered was sprawled out bleeding before him. There for the taking, and by god would he take it. He filled his lungs with the smell of it. Frantic breaths in a carnivore snarl. Pupils swelling into drugged dilation. He held it still and buried his teeth in the flesh of it. The soundless devourings of a creature on a kill. Ripping great flopping shreds of it, he gripped and twisted and swallowed them whole. Savage silence, and lethal lunges; crocodile crunches in the dust. Squelching snaps and gluttonous gulps as he gripped corded flesh and crammed it between his teeth.
The city around him was blurred-out powders. The carcass before him, all that truly mattered now. Glowing nocturnal in bizarre hyperfocus, as if it writhed and reached and called to him for more. Alex buried his bloody face to the centre of it, peeling apart its furnace-guts and dragging away a great glob of metal set inside it. He tore in deeper, and gnawed off a chunk of its dark giant heart. Devouring it. Gasping wild and gulping as he filled his stomach to bursting with it. Its sticky cells came alive in him. A painkiller tide that helped him stand on his hands, and forced his appetite to swallow more of it. Eating for his life. It shot him through with strange sudden strength. A fresh energy; alien adrenaline to the heart. Spurring him on to suck at the monster’s blood, in those gleaming silver crevices where it pooled and trickled to the asphalt.
His meal put a drunken daze on him; melting his inhibitions. Snapping the restraints of that old fallen world that’d stamped down the psycho ape inside him. He pounced reptilian and locked his teeth into it. Jolting his body to rip at it. Filling his throat with it, that rich delicious flesh and starlight-flavoured blood, until he had to find some other way to take in more of it. Gulping vampiric on cold silver pints of it, until nothing more of that gorgon would fit inside him.
Its dormant tissues came alive in him. Both animals evolving. Cells growing less separate. Intertwining. Adapting to survive.
Alex was about to become much, much more.
