The inhuman screams of the reptile-like alien were all I could hear as I lay in bed. The raspy high-pitched screams invaded my mind and thoughts with the momentum of a rushing bull. The funny thing was that it didn’t bother me like it would bother most people. In fact, with every yell and lash of the whip, with every guttaral moan and sound of the ax making contact, feelings of smug satisfaction rolled off of me like drops of sweat in July.
They could feel pain, just as much as us inferior humans can.
After the first few hours of “questioning” the bug, I began to grow bored. It seemed there was nothing we could to do to get this thing to talk. I began to worry that it was incapable of human speech even though I knew for a fact that it could talk as well as any human. I had seen these things talking with each other as I watched from afar. I had seen them chum around with each other and show a comaraderie that seemed purely human.
“ANSWER ME, I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU FUCKING LIZARD!” I shouted over and over at that beast and still it bested me by not saying a word. A fire started to burn in my chest and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off the deathblow much longer. All the fucking trouble of getting this thing here and it helped in no way. The one good thing that would come out of this “alien-napping” was meeting Josh. So, at least the whole venture was not futile.
It was after about five hours of whipping, slicing and hacking away at every part of that stinking reptile that we had our first breakthrough. Josh had sweat pouring off of his well sculpted body (that I could not stop staring at) when he finally stepped back and admitted that we might as well just kill it cause we weren’t getting anywhere and maybe we should try grabbing one that is more human looking, when it made a sound that was not a moan or a scream. I looked at josh “Did you hear that?” I asked him. I could see it in his eyes that he did, so he didn’t need to answer when he said “Fucking A, I heard it, it asked for water”. Then he turned to the bug, took in its slimy, bloody state and said “We’re about to kill you, why would we show you any mercy, your kind gives none to our people.” It gave him an angry look with those menacing black eyes and moved its head in my direction “Female” it said “Your gender is kinder and has more compassion, will you not give me some water before your mate here finishes me?” Its voice was raspy and delicate. Pathetic. The sound of my shrill laughter was so loud and maniacal, I must have looked utterly insane. “You SO have the wrong girl, you fuckface, here’s your God-damned water”, I hacked up the biggest wad of snot and spit that I could muster and spat it right into that bugs slimy fucking face. To my astonishment and disgust, it’s long lizard tongue whipped out of it’s mouth and licked up every drop of my spit. Nasty fucking bug.
Hours later, I lay here in my bed and listen to Josh going to work on it. Ripping, crunching, slashing……….and a whole lot of screaming. It’s like music to my ears.