I turned to the open door at my back and set the body down on the inside so the girls could get out if they needed to. Pale faces watched me as I turned and stepped back, the door closing them into darkness and my gut clenched with anxiety.
Please be safe.
I needed to hunt down the crew and then check the other hold areas for more women.
I took a deep breath through my nose, scenting. I smelled our former guards in the hallway, but there were other scent trails leading forward. They were fresh. Maybe only a few hours old. At least four new aliens.
Here fishy, fishy.Mama’s still very hungry.
I padded on silent feet along the far wall and peeked around the corner. Nothing. Just an endless hallway.
There were a lot of doors here. Hopefully not a lot more women.
At the end of the long hall was a huge, reinforced metal door. So this entire area was cargo. This door led to the main part of the ship, I was betting. Crap. I hadn’t brought a body with me to open it.
I turned back to get one when I heard footsteps and chittering from the other side.
Shit.
I looked around for a place to hide and then up, a grin stretching my lips. I jumped and hooked my claws into the ceiling. It was a good twelve feet up and dark, perfect for some ambushing. I swung my body until my clawed feet stabbed into the metal. I could totally spider my way around. It would up the creepy factor. Just call me a Xenomorph and get the flamethrowers.
The door opened with a hiss of air and in walked another shark asshole.
He had a tablet looking thing in his hand. He wasn’t armed, and he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. These aliens really needed to work on their security.
The door closed, and I waited for a beat before dropping silently behind him.
I landed in a crouch and did my best slow rise and hiss. No one said I couldn’t have fun while escaping. He turned slowly and gurgled when he spotted the dark form of a fanged monster rising to tower over him. I snapped out my hand, wrapped it around his throat, and lifted him. He clawed at my hand and whistled at me.
It was really too bad that the alien superbug didn’t stick and give me that translator.
I brought him close to my muzzle, pulled my lips back from my teeth, and hissed again. Man, I wished someone was recording this for posterity. His struggles increase, and I wished I had an inner mouth for the skull fucking scene, but a snapped neck would have to do. Playtime was over. I squeezed until his neck crunched.
I turned and raised the body in front of me to open the door.
Nothing happened.
I slammed him into the door a few times and it still didn’t open.
What the hell?
I grunted and tossed him aside. Hands on my hips, I regarded the door.
I tried pulling it open.
No give.
I growled at it.
It didn’t open.
I clawed at it and broke a nail.
Still nothing.
I was pacing in front of the door when my foot hit the tablet, and it spun away.
Maybe that opened it?
