My Demons

The Demons Inside

           "Mayday! Mayday! I am taking on water and the ship is beginning to submerge, requesting immediate help, over!" the captain yells into his on board radio. He waits for a response with a patience not natural for the predicament he finds himself in. He had been running from them for days, with little success. They nearly tore his ship apart on their last attack and with himself infected with the virus he doesn't have much time before they find him, and even less with his sanity in tact. The virus is one of demon origin, and brings out your worst fears and makes them your reality so that you go insane. This effectively neutralizes all resistance you might offer when they collect you to for the transformation into one of them. A wretched demon. He waits a little longer before he yells profanities to the winds that howl eerily similar to the creatures pursuing him. Soon after, the cold reality hits, that him he may not make it to the one person that can save him, his wife Angela. She is the only known person with the means to cure the demonic disease. "Morrison to the Starset Society! If this transmission comes in, I just want to say the cargo has been lost, I repeat the cargo is lost. Proceed to plan Delta and save all of them you can, the human race's survival relies on you." As soon as he finished the message a splitting pain rocketed through his head and spine, a light shone from above and fell onto his badly damaged ship. Through the light he saw the smiling face of Angela, his dear, beloved wife. He stared unblinkingly until he couldn't bear it anymore. As soon as he blinked, her face went from peaceful bliss, to tortured agony as she contorted into inhuman positions he heard bones cracking and breaking. Slowly, and with plenty of screams of agony she transformed into one of them. A demon; His sworn enemy. He finally gathered the strength to look away, but when he looked back where she was she was gone. "Damn, it's starting already, I have to do something, and fast." he tried to get up but his legs wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried, after about five minutes of struggling he started to feel a slight burning sensation in his legs. He looked down and they were on fire and he screamed in pain. Soon his whole body was engulfed in flames, but no matter how many waves crashed down on him it wouldn't go out until after what seemed like a century, it finally went out. Only leaving him with echos of pain. Finally, he gathered the strength to get up and go to the radio. "Starset society, this is to be my last transmission, I am infected and am starting to turn. If this ever reaches you, tell Angela," he starts to sob, "No, tell my wife, I love her, and I'm sorry" Morrison drops the radio and walks sluggishly back to the open deck of the ship. "You want me!? Well come and get me!" he shouts to the barely visible shapes circling above. As soon as he finishes that statement they swiftly descend, but when they do he grabs a shotgun from nearby and yells "I said you could have me, but I didn't say I'd go peacefully you son of a bitches!" He fires the shotgun, the buckshot hitting one of the shapes in its bat-like wing, making it crash into another sending them both into the sea. After Morrison had depleted the ammo in the gun, he opens his arms as if welcoming death to come to him. Suddenly, before the creatures get to him, Morrison loses his breath. He drops to the deck like he got the wind knocked out of him. His vision started to fade to black, but before he lost consciousness he mumbled "I'm going to miss you, Angela." After that, everything went dark.