(Very) Short Story

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This is the story of a man. The manliest man to have ever walked... no... commanded... the surface of this pathetic planet.

Submitted: November 13, 2011

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A marching snare plays faintly in the distance, while epic vocals suggest a struggling childhood, lifted out of the ashes unto untold power and glory. Steven Kincaid Mills walks through the aftermath to see the fruition of his labor. Excepting the fact that 'labor' is a slightly improper term, as it suggests an effort was put forth. No, these pathetic humans required no effort whatsoever to destroy. That doesn't go to say that Steven wasn't human... Or... Was he? His victems never had the opportunity to ponder the question, as they were dead before they saw him. They were dead before he saw them, but he didn't need to see them. He could smell them. Smell their fear. 'What did they fear?' you ask. Him. They didn't know it, but Steven Mills was the very thing they feared. Ever felt odd at night? Like someone - or something - is watching you? He is. Ever felt like walking down the hallway will result in death? Never,ever walk down that hallway again. Wanna know why? Because that's a preemptive warning to you - one of Steven's very few, very rare offerings of grace. Unfortunately for you, youwill walk down that hallway, refusing to believe what I've just now told you. And you know what?

you'll die.

A small, feeble man of about 19 lay, whimpering, in the ashen soot which, seemingly, cowered at the foot of Steve's boots.He's still alive. But no, it couldn't be. He must've escaped cowering behind a group of women Stevealmost let live.No matter Steve thought, as he reached down to touch the man's face. 'What is your name, pariah?'

'M...My name's--'

'SAY IT,'Steve boomed, 'BEFORE I END YOU, AND NO ONE KNOWS OF YOUR DEATH BY NAME.'

'I... It's... It's Alexander.'

'It's a pitty,Alexander'He spat the word.'It's a pitty you weren't born of another name. You will die. But you won't die quickly. I hate that name.'


His combat boot came down on Alexander's throat. Hard. But not hard enough to kill. The blood soaked into the dirt. Now that... That's beauty.Leaving the moaning vagrant in the dust, Steven slid onto the back of his velociraptor and rode it into the everlasting night - for He killed the sun, as a threat to the moon, which never leaves the sky.

The end.

Don't forget the hallway. Sure look behind you. But only if you want to die quicker.


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