Nightmare Fuel
Author's Notes: This plot takes place towards the end of the second half of Tabula Rasa. Where Captain McCrea tells Auto, how he died, while the passengers turned on each other for food. The only thing I didn't like in 'lookatallthecolors' version is that Captain McCrea took his own life.
McCrea walks to his cabin, a white vixen follows, closely behind him. As soon as they were inside, he closes the door, locking it.
She walks behind her dear master, her neck wrapped around his, nuzzling affectionately one last time. he raised his hand to pet her gently, whispering in her ear in a comforting tone. "It's going to be alright Kitsune, I promise."
McCrea unfasten the remaining buttons of his barely fasten captain's jacket, knowing that she would have a difficult time fidletting with them. Placing it on his left shoulder.
He moved his right arm all the way back, as far as it could, turning his head to the left, closing his eyes. Expecting the pain that was to come, he relaxes every muscle in his body.
She placed a paw near the jumpsuit he was wearing, using her claws to tear the fabric away, so it wouldn't get in the way. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves.
Opening her maw, saliva slowly dripped onto his expose chest. Before her canine teeth sank into his flesh, she lets out a couple of soft growls.
McCrea squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he felt his pet's fangs digging deeper and deeper with every bite, crunching his ribcage into bony shards, that could puncture an organ, til she reached his heart.
After she was done, his blood caked her face.
In his final moments, McCrea took out a laspistol, place it on the top of Kitsune's head.
"I forgive you, Kitsune. I hope you can do the same for me." He pulls the trigger.
Whimpers were heard as she squirmed against his grip. Her blood mixing with his, making a river of red liquid upon the tile floor of the Axiom.
As the lights left the eyes of its captain, he spoke to the darkness that came to claim them both. He could hear his voice growing weaker, his strength faltering.
"Don't worry... my dear... vixen, it will... be over... soon."
McCrea swung his legs off the hoverchair, standing with surprising ease, kneeling down on one knee. He stroked Kitsune's head, he heard her stomach grumbling.
"That's right, you haven't had a decent meal, in quite some time, have you."
"After we died, I realized something. It wasn't all my fault. You should have tried harder to convince me, Auto. Why didn't you?"
Evidently this was a rhetorical question. Because the Captain continued talking without waiting for Auto to answer.
"All you said, in the end, is that you had to follow your directive. You had records, tapes! If you had shown me that I was wrong, that Earth reallly was uninhabitable, then I would have listened to you. But you didn't. Because of that, we all paid for it."
"I've been thinking, for the past years. We've already suffered for my mistake, many times over. Wouldn't it be fair if you did, too?"
He looked at Auto, then Kitsune, then back at Auto.
"Tell me have you ever wondered, what it's like to die? She can show you." McCrea asked him, as Kitsune stagger to her feet, her canine teeth bear.
Auto tried to move, to go back up the perceived safety of the bridge, he was unable to shift position by a single millimeter. He was only able to stare helplessly, as the shambling remnants of the vixen coming closer and closer, licking her lips, ready to devour her metallic morsel.