Aggression

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A test story exploring the cyclical pattern of violence.

Submitted: February 17, 2014

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Aggression

I

As he sat in his seat, descending towards the unfamiliar territory below, he thought about how he had ended up here.

It had all started while he was in college. He was an average male who worked out, but less than he should. He could be considered short by society's standards, but it was probably more accurate to call him average, which could also be used to describe his weight.

The only reason he stood out on that particular day, at that particular spot was that he was bullying a fellow student. He wasn't necessarily a bad person, but he had pent up anger and aggression that needed to come out. So he picked a fight. The other student was taller than him, but skinnier, giving him good reach, but less balance and power. This worked well for the shorter one, as he was able to get within the taller man's reach and take him to the ground where he had all of the advantage. The fight didn't last long and both were bloody and exhausted after wards. Deciding he was done for the day the shorter man started walking back toward his apartment while the taller man lay on the ground holding his broken nose.

He had the choice of either following the road or taking a shortcut by following old forgotten train tracks. If he had realized that he was not alone, and in fact was being stalked, perhaps he would have chosen to stay on the road where other people could see him. However this particular story never would have started had he made that decision.

II

Almost as soon as he was taken down by the unseen attacker he was being dragged. Not off to the side of the tracks where his body could be hidden, not towards or away from the way he had come, but straight up. He tried kicking and screaming, anything to either get away or alert somebody to help him, but he was paralyzed. Even if he had been able to look up, however, he still would not have seen who or what was dragging him, or even the floating ship slowly pulling him into its belly.

For a brief instant he felt like he was falling, but this was only because the slow pull up had ceased. Then he felt himself on something hard and suddenly he could see all around him. He was in some type of metal room, looking out through a hole that had to be at least twenty feet in the air. The view was cut short as a door sealed the hole shut and he was rolled over by powerful hands. What he saw convinced him that he was dreaming.

He had always figured that there had to be other intelligent beings in the galaxy, but seeing one right in front of him, after he had been abducted, made his mind reel. The thing stood over him, looking him over. It had no eyes in which he could see, and only a slit for what he presumed was a nose. The mouth however was obvious as it was a gaping hole which didn't ever seem to close, had serrated protrusions that could possibly be teeth, and was where the thing kept muttering different things to itself as it scanned him.

It was bipedal, but it had four arms, or was it only two. He couldn't decide as the arms came out from its shoulder's, much as human arms do, but between where the human wrist and elbow would be it split into two other arms. It had no hands but each of the half arms ended in further split ends which resembled fingers. So the creature had a total of four “fingers” on each side.

He couldn't figure out if the thing's skin was a weird combination of leather and metal or if it was some sort of space suit or even armor. He assumed it had to be clothing of some sort since, while it covered it's entire body, it ended at the head and the skin on the head was not only a different color, but more rubbery with a hint of sandpaper.

This was all he could recall and all he thought about as he was locked away in a small cell and left alone for days, maybe weeks.

III

He had still not come to terms with everything he had been through, but he didn't have time to deal with it. He had been let out of his cell into this giant arena and knew that it was fight or die. He would have asked for an explanation if he had the time, but the giant wingless fly creature was scurrying at him without any hesitation.

He had no weapons and no idea how he could kill this strange creature, but it didn't matter anyway. Out of nowhere something part flower, part lion, or so it seemed to him, had pounced on the fly thing, smashing it completely. His relief instantly turned to pain and horror as he was wrapped up by a giant barbed tongue and dragged into the gaping maw of another of the living plant monsters.

His next fight he was determined to do better in, unfortunately it wasn't to be. Over the course of a dozen fights he was killed eight times and ripped from his body by another presence the other four. Finally on his thirteenth fight he not only made some kills of his own, but actually won the entire competition, thus earning him his freedom.

IV

Now here he was completing the cycle of capture and forced combat. Since he had gained his freedom he had to either serve as a slave to somebody higher up the social food chain, or start working his way to the top by finding and capturing others for the arena.

He knew he could go about his hunts one of two ways. The first was just to collect anything and everyone who seemed to have basic combat skills. This may not mean he would get a lot of champions, but it would ensure that others would see his captures fighting every time the arena opened. This was what the one who captured him had done.

The other choice was of greater personal risk, but many saw it as greater reward. Those who truly worshiped combat also felt it was the only way worthy of anyone who had gained their freedom. This was to go from planet to planet and wait and watch until the most feared and ferocious could be found. Then that individual, or in some cases group, would be hunted. This insures a greater chance of the captured becoming champions sooner rather than later, giving the hunter a huge boost of fame and all of the perks that went along with it.

And so here he was, hurtling down towards a planet in midst of a war. He was determined to take back at least one champion today, but felt that he might as well grab anyone else involved in the conflict first. This way if he failed to get quality he could at least have some back up quantity. Soon he would be on top.


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