The night rushes over me, Dark and cold consuming every part of me the mood light is bight but yet it is dark. The stench of blood is pungent in the air as the braze brushes across my face. I see them approaching from the distance getting closer and closer. The smell of blood is coming from their blood soaked claws. They soon spot me and began to circle me, pushing me back slowing, I am back into a corner without even knowing it. Their eyes glow a dark red, the chill of evil intent fills the atmosphere like static making the hair on my skin stand on end. The light from the moon fades into darkness, all that remains is there glowing red eyes pressing threw the darkness. My eyes slowly close as I await my faith, they lunge forward with their attack claws first ready to rip me to peaces.
Wait! Your probably asking yourself what’s going on right now so I’ll start from the begin. Let’s see I was born… no that’s too far back, okay my name is Will number 9875, this all started this morning with a letter from a nearby planetary shipping company.
“ Dear: Will
We are contacting you because we need your help, your name has come to us threw a few of our workers that have recommended you as a person that deal with strange and dangerous problems, We are wondering if you will be able to solve a problem for us. We seem to have some strange creators attacking our ship polities halting our shipping of important cargo. We are willing to pay you a very sizeable fee for your help.
Thank you Please contact us soon
Sincerely IPS Shipping Inc.”
Well of course I had to take the job, I mean opacity to lend a hand to someone in need, and it doesn’t hurt that I well be nicely rewarded for my trouble. I set off to the IPS shipping .Inc. headquarters, where I was greeted like a king, then instructed to the manager’s office. He was a short fella with a kind face, I wondered if he was like most corporate snakes on the inside though. I entered his office and the door began shut behind me as he got out of his and began to introduce himself “Good day sir my name is Mr. John D. Hendric..” the door snap shut at the last second and as it did Mr. Hendirc’s demander changed instantly, he fell to his knees at the brink of tears “Please please please sir I have heard so much about your strength, you must help me I don’t know where else to turn. I will pay you anything but we need your help now or I will be shut down.” He went on with his begging for a solid ten minutes before I manage to get him to listen to me that I would take the job. As he explained the details of what had been happening I couldn’t help but wonder if the only reason they wanted me so much was because of my race and our inability to die, that whatever these creatures were would get bored trying to kill me, or did he think I could actually get rid of them.
It seems as though over the past a string of attacks have started getting more and more violent with each attack. Strange animal like creatures, they were intelligent and very organized much more than simple pack animals. They had large claws and razor sharp teeth that they use to cut through the ships to raid the cargo and attack the crew, though they seem more interesting in attacking the crew seeing that they only took small amounts of food supplies with each raid. As if they were taking back enough for the rest of the pack that wasn’t there, from this I gather they were between 100 to 200 of them in total it shouldn’t be that hard for me to wrap them all up in a matter of a day or two.