The Black Of space..Short Story

There are more dangers in space then aliens....

Having never touched on the genre of sci fi in my creative writing before, I was a little nervous about writing this story, but one of the joys of short story writing is being able to explore the different genre's there are in fiction, good or bad.

I do hope you like this my first attempt at sci fi ...

I am alone now, the screaming has finally stopped.

Only the hum of the life support system breaks the silence as the blood drips down the steel walls. There is no movement on any of the decks, as the whirl of the motors push the lifeless ship through the black of space.

Bodies litter the halls, lying where they were slaughtered, their faces twisted into masks of horror and violence. The cameras imbedded in the walls throughout the ship recording everything, flashing the now still images to the bridge, in gory detail.

Hundreds of images of bodies, different angles flickering across the large view screen. No matter how hard I look, scanning each and every room for life readings, nothing registers.

From crew to the colonist no one had been spared from the madness, the small bodies of children crumpled under the onslaught of crazed attacks.

Pushing past the edge of the universe, the ship had handled the deep black of space better than the crew and colonists. The blackness of nothing around the ship was hard to shake. Only the whirl of the engines giving any indication of movement.

For months I navigated the ship, devoid of stars or planets through the void. Trusting completely in the guide i had been given, but the blackness outside seemed to seep through the walls themselves, Settling over the ship in a blanket of depression, that not even the captain could shake.

It started with reports of bad dreams, terrorizing nightmares that plagued the crew like an infection as more and more suffered from the gore filled visions of violence and murder.

The doctors held meetings desperate to find a cure, as the nightmares worsened. The screaming started after that, Locked in their nightmares, the tortured cries of the crew and colonist echoing through each deck, night after night.

 The screams tonight had been different, instead of the usual terror, the cry’s where filled with rage and murder. The weak falling first in the frenzy of bloodlust that swept over the ship, the blood they spill spurning their rampage on.  No one was safe from anyone as the madness took hold. Turning on those dearest to them, every member of the ship attacked. The victor moving on in a never ceasing, restless hunt for more victims, friend fighting friend, brother against brother the rage becoming a wave of unstoppable violence

The screams had gone for hours, but now it was quiet. The blackness around the ship was broken by a single star, then another. The ship, the hope of a dying earth had done it, crossed into a fresh new universe, light years away from home.  Yet there were no cheers, no celebrations only silence greeted the stars the crew had so yearned to see.

I navigated the ship onto its next path, The path that would have taken a thousand colonist’s and their families to a new world, the lucky few that had signed on to the maiden voyage eager to embrace their new life, no questions asked.

The beauty of the passing solar systems was mine to share with no-one, the glory of the three suns that shone down on our chosen destination. An empty sight, with none but me to marvel at the beauty of the pristine planet below the ship, I was more alone than ever.

Taking all the power that the ship could spare I diverted it to the engines, increasing the speed as the ship entered atmosphere. A tear rolling down the still cheek of my distance body, the tubes and wires that merged me with the core computer, linking me with all the ships systems had been the only thing that had saved me from the black. As the computer mind and navigator, Encased in impenetrable glass, I never slept, I never had bad dreams.

But I was so tired now, tired of the sacrifice I had made, tired of living with no hope. The human race had destroyed itself and its own planet; maybe this was god’s way of letting us know we didn’t deserve a second chance.

I was alone now, my angry scream echoing out over the speakers of the ship as it hit, the dirt and trees flying in all directions as the ship broke apart with the impact. With a shock of sudden pain, I joined the others in the silence, letting the black finally claim me too

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