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Baelfael and Behemos' Tale PART 2: The Stalked (Baelfael's Version)

What am I doing here? I wish Behemos was with me right now, he makes everything better! How can he be so calm in the worst possible situations? I wish I could be like him.

Baelfael jogged down a few pitch-black hallways, using his night vision mode in his visor to guide him. With an innate curiosity he noted that in night vision mode his skin looked green. The steel Grey bulkheads looked redish in color through night vision.

"Where am I?" Baelfael muttered to noone in particular.

I have about 20 minutes to find the back-up generator room before I die of suffocation. How nice. Plus I'm alone on a gigantic space station in the middle of nowhere! I wish Behemos didn't make us split.

Baelfael continued to jog in the pitch-black surroundings, his footsteps echoing down the empty hallways like a ghost. He came upon a large steel door, no different from any of the other he had passed except for the fact that this one was actually blocking his path.

"Damn. What am I gonna do?" Baelfael muttered to himself, "the power is out, and there is no way I can knock this thing down.""

A strange sensation overtook him at that moment. An inner voice told him to look behind him, but his brain said not to. With living beings having an innate curiosity, he looked over his shoulder.

If one could view the situation at hand, they would see nothing obviously due to the lack of power, however, if one looked closely, one might just be able to pick up the faintest of a shimmer or two.

"Hmm…" Baelfael grunted while squinting into the darkness, "I guess it was nothing."

He turned his attention back to the door, which in retrospect, was probably a bad idea. For at that moment something struck him in the back causing him to smash forward into the steel door.

"AUGH!" Baelfael screamed as a feint amount of blood sprang from his mouth and splattered against the door he was slammed against.

For every action there is an equal but opposite reaction. For example, in this scenario, the action is Baelfael being slammed against a steel door by an unknown assailant. The opposite reaction is the door slamming back against him, causing him to crumple forward on the floor.

Two noises filled the hallway. One was of pain, one was of delight.

Baelfael, picking himself off the floor, peered down the hallway.

"WHO THE HELL IS THERE?"

Nothing.

Grinding his teeth Baelfael held his hand outward and began charging a fireball. The hallway was faintly illuminated by this action. Baelfael could see noone in the hallway, however, he heard a noise which sounded somewhat like laughter.

"WHO ARE YOU?"

Nothing.

Baelfael twitched and instinctively ducked, which turned out to be a good move as something slammed into the bulkhead leaving a melon sized indentation. Thinking upon reflexes, he released the fireball he had been charging in the direction of where his assailant would have been, if he were visible.

The fireball flew through the air and slammed against the bulkhead, leaving a splash of red-hot steel.

"Damn! I missed!"

The attacker laughed again as Baelfael slowly backed down the hallway in the opposite direction, charging up another attack.

"YOU DON'T SCARE ME!" Baelfael screamed.

"Is that so?" Came a voice that seemed more like an avalanche than a voice. It's not the voice was too loud or to deep, in fact, it was quite soothing. It was simply a matter of the echo in the long dark hallway and the refraction's it created. Another strange thing about the voice is that it was impossible to determine the gender.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Baelfael demanded as he step by step went backwards down the hallway, holding up his glowing hand.

"I was going to ask you, but then I remembered, I don't really care who you are. I only care about how you taste," the voice said with a laugh.

"WHY CAN'T I SEE YOU?"

"Your technology limits your perceptions! Why do you think I disabled the power? For fun? Well partially. Hahaha. Your night vision can't sense me," the enemy said with obvious enjoyment.

With a grin Baelfael laughed out, "You shouldn't have told me that sucker!"

Pressing the switch on his helmet the night vision deactivated, leaving his eyes to see only by the glow of his energy he was holding in his hands. The sight shocked him to his very core.

His assailant was more of a phantasm than a creature. With no discernable body it was simply a floating mass of black substance that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. One could look right through the creature and see what was on the other side, only darkened a bit. The only distinguishable features were the creature's eyes. Green slits that seemed to burn a hole right through anything they observed.

"What the hell are you?" Baelfael muttered in shock.

"I am your death!" The creature roared angrily as a tentacle shape shot out from the floating blob-like mass that was the creature.

The tentacle-esque appendage smashed Baelfael in the stomach with a very large amount of force, sending him sprawling down the hall. As he smashed into the ground the energy from his fireball dissipated, leaving complete blackness.

"Ugggh" Baelfael groaned as he realized he was hurt very badly. For a creature with no apparent mass, it sure was tough.

Before he could even get up, another blow smashed into Baelfael's side, sending his rolling into the wall, and also breaking a few ribs. His communicator smashed into pieces.

"Your pathetic. At least the personnel of this station offered some resistance."

So there was personnel.

"Oh well. No point in dragging this out. Now I shall feast!" the creature said with delight as a thinner, narrower, and pointed tentacle apparatus emerged from the phantasmal being.

The creature drove it into the grounded Baelfael's arm, causing an extreme amount of pain.

"AAAUUGHH!" Baelfael screamed in sheer agony.

"Do not worry. Your friend will be joining you soon," the creature responded with a hideously evil laugh.

"What? Behemos? NO!" Baelfael screamed and swung his good hand.

His fist rammed inside the phantasm of a creature.

…It felt like warm Jell-O…

But enough of that. Thinking quickly Baelfael released a fireball into the creature, causing it to scream.

"AIIIIIE!" The hideous scream rang throughout the hall and deep into the very heart of the station, nearly destroying Baelfael's hearing.

The creature exploded as black phantasmal mass splattered through the hall creating a nasty mess. Exhausted and hurt badly Baelfael lay on the floor struggling to breathe, as the pieces of the dark matter slowly sank through the metal, and out of the hallway. The last thing Baelfael remembered as he drifted off into unconscienceness is the low, pain filled voice of the creature echoing through the hall. "I'll kill you yet."

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Baelfael slowly opened his heavy eyelids. Groaning, he observed his surroundings. He was in the same hall he remembered being knocked out in. The complete darkness was gone and instead, dark red lights filled the passageway. Alarams could be heard blaring in the distance. Groaning he slowly pulled himself up.

"AUGH!" he screamed as he realized the full extent of his injures. His right arm was broken, along with a few of his ribs, and his legs had been bruised severely.

Have… to find Behemos…

Baelfael slowly, painfully, limped down the hallway gripping his chest.

Baelfael paused again for breath. The reality of his injuries came as no certain shock to the young alien. His eyelids lowered. His body started to slip against the slick surface of the wall. No. He had to find Behemos, or die trying.

Stumbling in a drunken manner, shock started to overcome his senses. Baelfael's body was screaming. Ignoring it, he finally reached the door at the end of the hall. He looked at the indentation in the wall where that creature had slammed it hoping to take off Baelfael's head.

Wincing, he pressed the switch on the side of the door. The door swished open and he pulled himself through the doorway, into… another hall filled with deep red lights.

"Augh!" Baelfael groaned as he realized it was useless.

This whole station is a mess of halls. Im so sorry Behemos… I failed you… Im… Im so sorry.

A few tears rolled down his bloody face as he realized he was going to die alone.

Suddenly, along with the alarms blaring in the distance, he heard Behemos' voice. It was scratchy and electronically muffled, but it was still his voice. Looking around, Baelfael noticed it was coming from the PA system.

"…Baelfael can you read me? If you are still alive… please respond… somehow…" the muffled voice in the PA said.

"I'm here!" his mind screamed out, but he was too weak to talk.

The PA system switched on again. This time it was a feminine voice saying, "Collision with planet Cabealis in approximately 10 minutes."

Baelfael had no idea what that meant, nor did he care.

Baelfael continued to sob to himself as he felt the cold overtake him. He closed his eyes one last time…

NEXT: Behemos' Version

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