There i was, sitting alone at my PC; Listening quietly to my tunes and drawing a comic. It was the perfect night. I had almost finished chapter 2 when i heard a faint noise in the far unknown. The resonating sound of a choppers rotors spun quietly in the distance, getting closer with every beat. I knew something was wrong. There were too many spotlights, too much action going down. Something was being chased and it was heading right for me. My hand shook as i stopped in the middle of a stick figure i was sketching into the first panel. "It's only an escaped convict I'm sure." I said to myself. But my heart rate only beat faster. This was no ordinary chase. The sound of men and dogs was mingling with the chopper. The glow of a spotlight was growing stronger as the chopper neared my house. "I'll just keep the door locked until the chase is over." I reassured myself.
I turned around to head to the front door when something in my peripheral vision stopped me in my tracks. There was something crawling slowly out behind the blind on my window. Oh yes, i left the window open... It was a gigantic pincer the size of a man reaching out for my leg. I jerked away and threw myself a cross the room right as the massive jaws slammed shut. There was only hostility in those black beady eyes. I got a better glimpse of the bastard breaking in and knew i had to grab the gun. It was my only chance if i was going to survive this invasion. The spotlight glared through my window and the sounds of distant pursuers grew louder. I high-tailed it into the garage, the only place where i could make distance between me and the beast seeking refuge in my house. I heard its giant wings beat as it flew after me. I slammed the garage door shut and held it there. I could hear it crawling around the basement floor. Looking for a way in. I turned the dead-bolt lock and quickly checked the stockpile of junk in the garage. I had failed to make sure the magazine to the gun was nearby. It had ammo. I saw the mag on my work bench, fully loaded and ready to go. I just had one more thing i needed to do.
The gun was back in the room where the giant waited to devour me. I knew he couldn't go upstairs because the door to the upstairs was barred shut. I did it myself. Not that i had anticipated this situation. I knew its weakness, its lusts. It loved the light. Not the spotlight, but a nice warm yellow light. If i could dazzle it for a few short seconds i'd be home free. It was a long shot but I took the risk anyway. I opened the door and dove under the flying monstrosity. As i dove i flicked on a lamp close to the door. It had worked. The beast was preoccupied with the short euphoria of the warm light. I scrambled back to my room and ripped the gun out of the bag i was keeping it in. The beast came to its senses fast, perhaps perturbed with itself that it had been manipulated so easily. It didn't take it long to come back up on me, exposing its wicked stinger. I fumbled the magazine into the gun. The creature lunged.
It only let off one shot. I kept pulling the trigger but i was suppose to manually pull back the slide to chamber the next round. But one was enough. An explosive mixture of puss and exoskeleton splattered onto my face. The beast had taken the bullet and doubled over on my desk hacking and struggling with its now disfigured body. It still had that stinger and was getting back up to come at me again. I roostered the gun and shot it again, this time blowing off its abdomen. There was guts everywhere. My eyes burned with hate as i grabbed the beast with a small plumbing tool. It was kind of like a little retractable claw. It was very useful.
It pushed and struggled with its remaining limbs to get away from the metal pincers. But it was too weak. I picked up a lighter and looked at the creature mercilessly. But the longer i stared the more i felt pity for the now subdued enemy. I considered not finishing it off but, that would be a fate worse than death. I fired up the lighter and set its head aflame. It popped and sizzled and turned crispy. Eventually it was merely ash. I had done it, i had slain him. The Hornet that scared the living stuff out of me by hovering too close to my head was dead.
I dropped the airsoft gun and sat down in my chair. My heart rate coming to a slow. I reflected what I had done, and the goo of former life on my hands. I felt brave. But somehow also i felt i had lost my sanity. It was the first time i had experienced the thousand yard stare. It will be a moment of warfare i shall never forget.
The spotlight and police chase going on outside? Hell if i know.
