Nowhere

The standoff

It grabbed my arms and swung me backwards and forwards. I was able to kick it off of me and man the controls to the ship. Strapping myself in I set the ship to maximum speed and brought it flying towards the sky. The creature lost balance in the sudden boost off, as it grabbed onto a gas pipe to stop it from falling. It began climbing on the walls and pipes as the ship went further and further through the atmosphere. It reached the cockpit and grabbed onto the door frame, holding itself there as it attempted to reach me. I searched for something, anything which I could use to defend myself from the beast. Lieutenant's rifle. Riley left it by his seat when we got back to the ship the first time. I grabbed the gun and loaded it, catching my finger on the mag doing so. I aimed the weapon at the creature's mouth. Directly at it's brain. The 5mm pistol didn't work the first time, but this was a new weapon with higher firepower. I hoped for the best and began firing. Round after round went through the creature's mouth, through the resistant substance, and into it's brain. Each bullet causing more blood to spew onto the floor. I didn't stop firing until my magazine ran out. The thing was still not dead. The ship left atmosphere and was now in space, the empty void of space. The creature pulled itself closer to me. This time I was ready. This time it will die. As it grabbed onto my seat, I flipped the rifle and swung the stock straight into it's head. The impact creating a crack within it's skull. The creature fell back, holding onto it's head as it did so. Both arms let loose as it fell all the way down to the back of the ship. Straight into the airlock. Straight into my trap. From the cockpit I activated the airlock, shutting the second door and opening the first door sending the creature flying out into space. The energy from the thrusters pulling it towards them as it was slowly shredded by rotor blades on each. The small chunks of white flesh landed on the cockpit window, causing small stains of white blood to become stuck to the glass. 

It was dead. 

I saw it die.

Nothing can survive that. 

Not even something as strong as whatever that was. 

I set course to Earth.

Back home.

Back.

Where there is somewhere.

And where Nowhere is a thing.

Of the past.