A Legacy left Behind - Initial encounters

Part 2

He caught up to them quickly since they were not very keen on getting away. They were both focused on the creepy crawly thing edging towards them. He got within the closest range of fire and opened up with his carbine.

The memory providing the whole scenario got crazy then, because he was seeing things that were not supposed to happen in a normal reality. The thing he was firing at, moved in inhuman speeds. Instead of running away or even dropping dead after being riddled with bullets, it came towards him, with its hand raised as if to slap him.

John remembered discarding his carbine without bothering to reload and strangely enough his hand went to his K-bar. He remembered the agonizing pain that enveloped his head at that moment too; as if something was drilling into his brain trying to get a hold of him. His body moved of its own accord, brandishing the knife and gracefully sidestepping the oncoming nightmare with its pale, tall, slimy figure and long, white hair.

While his mind and brain tangled with the telepathic assault, his newly improved eyesight noted the strange anatomy of his enemy with weak points somehow highlighted for him. He remembered the squelching sound it made, when his knife connected with the protruding soft gill-like sack on the neck of the thing. It let out a scream he was sure that was beyond the normal human hearing decibel range; but he heard nonetheless. His right hand had already found its way to his hand-gun which was strapped to his thigh and was shooting the raised hand of the thing, on the palm, with a sure knowledge that it would be the kill shot.

The pain in his head got bad then, dropping him to his knees. The female nightmare was standing in front of him hissing through its wicked rows of pointy teeth. It was sending a nasty fishy breath right on his face that made him want to projectile vomit at it.

He clenched his teeth and swallowed hard. The female was more shocked than angry at this mere little human managing to kill her mate. And even more shocked that she couldn't break through into his empty little mind.

"Who are you, little human? Why don't you let me into your little mind? Let me see what you are, while I feed on your feisty little body." She had her long, thin, clawed fingers wrapped around his neck like a vise.

"John Sheppard, US Air Force. Can't say it's a pleasure though, you kind of stink." John managed to hiss through gritted teeth.

"OPEN YOUR MIND"

She bellowed into his mind, squeezing his already abused throat accompanied by what felt like a thousand sharp pikes directly driven into his brain. John let out a scream as his mind fought the onslaught. He saw himself through the haze of pain, picturing a shimmering blue shield around his mind against the assault that rained on him. And he willed it to endure with all his might. And the moment he felt the shield starting to wobble, he pushed it back with everything he had, along with all those mental pikes. He didn't know how he had known to do what he did or how he actually managed to pull it off, but it worked.

The thing let out a scream of its own with its hands clutching at its head and John reacted. He launched himself at it from his kneeling position and his knife found its mark. He dragged the blade across its neck, halfway decapitating it. Then he followed the falling body down to the ground; caught the palm of its' right hand with that weird gaping opening and drove his knife right through it, to the ground. The female released another final scream before she stopped moving altogether.

Then he finally moved his focus onto the thing that was busy crawling towards the two aliens. Yeah, those things were not products of this planet- John was sure of it. Fair enough, they looked humanoid. But they were too thin and too freakishly tall, and the long white hair had a weird, milky-slimy looking shine to it. The features on the faces were all wrong in the placement as well. Cat-like eyes with gleaming yellow pupils that were too wide spread and the nostrils were too flat, and the mouths full of rows and rows of pointy teeth that stank to high heaven. Yep. Definitely not human. Add to it this creepy thing that was busily crawling towards John or more likely its' dead parents? He felt like he had been transported in to a different universe.