Prologue

Christmas music from years ago blared through the speaker grill in the kitchen as Richard was preparing the crew's meal. He had no problem being part of the Interstellar Earth Station but if he had known how little food he had to work with then he may have turned down the offer. The crew wasn't that large with only seven including himself but he had rations to work with and had to work all on his own.

It was a challenge but it was a rewarding challenge. Every day he woke up and fed astronauts who every day were protecting the planet below from above; every day the people on the satellite made history and he was happy to be part of that.

That said; Christmas day was hard on a space station. The whole crew were isolated from friends and family and had to bond closer together as to not get overly lonely. They had been on the station for over a year and this was their second Christmas together and this year he decided to splash out on food and try and make something that didn't taste like crap!

Tinsel decorated his completely metal kitchen and he danced while cooking as to try and raise his own morale. He missed Russia; its cold temperatures and strange landmarks. Russia was home and like everyone else on the space station; he missed home greatly.

Suddenly the doors whooshed open and a figure stepped in. Richard hadn't noticed the person until the last minute when he turned and saw his terrifying eyes. Richard tried to let out a scream but sharp needle like claws pierced his ribs and went all the way into his inter organs. Blood spurted outwards and Richard died in a scream of agony.

He hit the floor and figure left, morphing back into human form. He had waited in the shadows for too long and it was time for him to take his place in the spot light. The killing had begun and it felt good!