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    Having burst through the mess hall doors, Vinny quickly leapt over the debris, as well as anyone unfortunate enough to have been caught in its destruction. He ran as fast as his spindly legs could carry him. He ran until his muscles burned and his veins pumped battery acid, then he ran some more. It was a mad dash to anywhere at this point, as he'd thrown all care to the wind and just mindlessly ran through the maze-like halls of the Apollyon. The farther he ran, the more muffled the sound of the roaring gas fires became. Soon, it was but a whisper, and not long after that, simply silence.

    In this brief moment of respite, he clutched his chest. He had almost died, and he had done things he never thought he could do. His heart grew weak and his face turned pale. A hiss-like death rattle escaped his shivering mouth. At that very moment, Vinny felt his soul could just leave his body at any moment, and the sweet release of death would take him... but fate would not have it. It was not yet his time. There was yet more to come.

    The janitor reluctantly opened his eyes to an empty hallway, but felt an odd sensation on the hand gripping his heart. A strange pitter-patter, soft and ticklish. A trickle of sweat rolled down his face, and a heavy gulp went down his throat. Looking down, he saw a large, hairy spider resting on the back of his hand. Its legs were bunched up, and yet it easily covered the janitor's splayed palm. The creature stared him right back with all eight of its beady eyes. It remained docile, but gave off a menacing vibe, almost as if it could sense Vinny's fear.

    The janitor froze, trying his best not to move. Alas, the fear was too strong. With a great swing of his arm, he hammer-fisted the thick steel walls of the hallway, pancaking the arachnid between bony flesh and hard alloy. Unfortunately, along with the spider, he had destroyed his right hand as well. With the sheer panicked force of his swing, he had shattered most of his knuckles and dislocated a few carpals against the wall. The blow also clanged loudly and echoed for what seemed to be an eternity. It was as if that single blow permeated through the whole ship, moving farther and farther.

    A hush seemed to take hold as the janitor clutched his broken hand and grunted in pain. Then, just as fast as the silence came, it was replaced by a loud, collective shriek that only grew louder by the second. The skin-chilling sound of millions upon millions of legs skittering towards him drove Vinny into another mad frenzy. The hallway remained clear, but the sounds from inside the walls began to close in on him.

    He ran deeper into the ship, ignoring any security protocols he came across. There were no such thing as "restricted areas" or "authorization" anymore. His primal survival instinct was the only thing left of him. Every time he looked behind him, he saw ventilation shafts bursting open. This time, they spewed not fire, but hordes of dog-sized spiders. Skittish, green, and horrid, they hissed for his blood. Vinny ran as fast as he could, but he was still outpaced. The distance between him and certain death grew shorter and shorter.

    He turned a corner and briefly noticed a sign on the wall: IT DEPARTMENT - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. As the horde was already mid-pounce, he passed the partition and slammed the emergency door lock. The heavy iron doors came down right on top of a few of the spiders, splattering the janitor with their thick, black blood. He reeled back and tripped over his own feet, but felt a brief feeling of safety. Still, he could hear the damned aliens clawing and grating at the door. It was solid, but there was no guarantee it would hold.

    As he turned, he found himself in a dimmed hallway that stretched into an intersection. With the locked door behind him, there was no way to go but forwards... right into the silhouette that blocked his way. It was the young blonde girl from the IT department. She seemed to be taking long, slow steps backwards, her feet sliding across the floor. There was something strange in the way she moved. It was jittery, but slow, almost fearful even. As she glanced to the side, Vinny felt his heart sink to his gut. There was a large, green arachnid gripped onto her face, its spindly legs wrapped around her head like a vise.

    Now a broken man, Vinny felt his most beastly primal instincts kick in. He crept low and slow to the ground, using both legs and his uninjured hand to creep up on the poor girl. Midway through, he found one of those emergency firefighter boxes with the breakable glass. Thinking quickly, he elbowed it and picked up the longest, sharpest shard he could find. The sound of shattering crystal would have no doubt caught the girl's attention, but Vinny continued creeping forwards. As he neared, he gripped the broken shard tighter and tighter until it began to dig into his palms.

    The janitor stopped a few feet from the IT girl, crouched low. As he looked at the horrid beast stuck to her face, all he could will himself to say was "This is for your own good..." Without warning, he sprung up into the air and pounced at her like a crazed beast with the intent to mince the imaginary alien controlling her.
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    Vanessa felt like she was running in circles. Maybe she was running in circles. These corridors all looked the same.

    She could still hear the shouts of whatever chaos was going on as the ship's mutinous crew rose up, and no matter which way she turned, she couldn't seem to get any farther from it. Meanwhile the floor seemed to vibrate beneath her feet with the terrible power of the ship's engines, bearing them all inexorably into unknown space.

    Suddenly there came the sound of running footsteps up ahead, and Vanessa ducked through the nearest door she could find.

    It appeared to be some kind of storeroom, barely more than a supply closet. As Vanessa entered, a small, thin woman rose slowly from a crouch on the floor and lurched toward Vanessa, arms outstretched moving as though she were blind. Without thinking, Vanessa slashed with the broken vodka bottle, but she was off balance lost her footing, and fell.

    As she landed hard on one knee, the bottle—slick with the doctor's blood—slipped from her hand and shattered on the hard floor.

    Vanessa didn't wait around for the thin woman to counterattack. She scrambled to her feet and fled, her knee blazing with pain.

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    Merry was confident she was at the door. It truly had to only be a few steps away, right? She mentally pleaded with herself. Abruptly she heard the distinct sounds of someone behind her, the clear sound of shuffling behind her in the semi darkness of the hall. Something like a soft gasp of terror escaped her lips before she could stop herself when she heard the breaking of glass. In her fear paralyzing panic, her mind instantly thought, is someone here to help me? Or stop me from escaping this place. Mustering up her courage, she quickly whirled around and in the murky darkness she saw a large figure, crouched low towards the floor only a few feet away. Something glinted in in their hand, something that looked sharp.

    She raised her hands, slightly outstretched before her, displaying how they were empty, harmless. “Hey.. “ she said softly, her voice portraying a calm she in no way felt. “We need to get out of here, right now” she continued on, hoping her voice didn't actually draw out the thing chasing her in the darkness, and took a step closer to Him. Yeah.. it was a male. “It’s not safe in here..” she trailed off, confused as he didn’t seem to even hear her at all. She wondered if she could get past him and make it out the door. She knew she should feel guilt at that thought, but at this exact moment, she didn't. She just wanted out, and that meant now. “this is for your own good…”

    She wasn’t expecting it, when the person lunged at her, but instinct took over without a second thought she was in a self-defense stance. This was an enemy she could defend against, clear distinct danger that she could see. Not something slithering in the semi darkness, waiting to strike. She readied herself waiting for his first move. When he swung out with something that shone in the light, she quickly ducked, moving slightly back, and down out of his range. He swung again, and missed once more as she twisted away, but not too far away from him. Just enough out of his reach. With his second swing, he was slightly off balance as he missed her again. That’s when she stepped quickly in close to him and attacked. Her right hand shot out in a quick blur and with a sickening crunch, her palm hit his nose dead on. Broken.

    His nose began to spray blood, effectively broken with her one good hit, and he screamed in pain. The sound slightly deadened by the blood gushing from the wound. Her left hand before she could fully think it through snapped out as well and hit him square in the throat, another solid connect. He dropped to the floor in a heap, his fingers quickly dropped the weapons they had been holding, glass she noted. He was attempting to staunch the rapid blood pouring from his nose, but it was no use. It was like trying to turn off a broken faucet. There was blood, everywhere. Simultaneously his hands also reached for his now damaged throat, the sound of his breaths wheezing, and panting seemingly very loud in the confined space. She had probably damaged his windpipe but didn't stop to consider apologizing.

    She realized he was the Janitor and it gave her a quick pause, why had he attacked her? they had barely met she wondered. She started to slide along the wall and just leave him there. She could… just..slip…by. Suppressing the guilt had having responded so violently, she appeased her conscious with thoughts of sending someone back to help him right away. Slightly distracted by wondering where the medical staff was she was taken by surprise when he reached a bloody hand out and grabbed her ankle. With a shriek of disbelief, she fell to the floor, right on her butt. Kicking out with her free leg, she connected solidly with his chin. “Oommph” was all he could muster through the blood pouring down his face.

    She pulled her leg back, trying to free it from his grasp, but his fingers were on her skin like iron. “Let Go” she yelled, attempting to kick him once more. This time he was ready for it and before she could connect again, he pulled her leg with a jerk to the side, rolling her over. Rolling her right onto a large shard of glass. She screamed in pain, as the glass punctured her skin. It had ripped right through her pants and was sticking out of her leg, high up on her thigh. A quick glance showed that it was deep.

    With renewed vigor, she kicked out again, the pain in her leg excruciating, but he didn’t budge. She kicked out again, this time connecting with his fingers on her ankle. He bellowed in pain but let go giving her the few seconds she needed to scramble away from him. She crawled, too afraid to look back in case he was following and in too much pain to stand up. Reaching the door, she pulled herself up, grimacing at the pain in her leg, quickly glancing back, she saw him still on the floor. The pool of blood around him growing. The trail of blood from her escape, making a wide swatch across the tile. She slipped the door open and limping out, she slammed it shut behind her, leaning on it her breath coming in ragged gasps..

    "What.. the.. Fuck" she cried out wondering how this day had gone to hell so quickly. Looking down at her leg, she pulled on the glass shard, removing it from her leg with another scream of pain. To her horror she realized that the shard must have nicked her femoral artery. There amount of blood that was pouring from her leg was astonishing. It was dark and rushing down her leg, pooling at her feet. She suddenly felt very cold, and dizzy. “so.. much.. blood…” she whispered, as her legs gave out and she slid down to the floor against the door.
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    Angie perked her head up the lights seemed to come back... or at least the emergency lights... that was something. she let her eyes adjust for a moment before she slowly picked up her tool box peering around carefully. She needed to go find the source of the power outage... then maybe she could get the real lights on. Trembling a little she gripped her tool box and started for the nearest entrancement shaft. Opening a storage room door she crouched and headed for the back to open the shaft... only to realize. It was dark.

    She didn't have a flash light, so she wasn't going down there. She froze staring into the darkness.... she could... she could hear something, something was done there. she felt her blood run cold. that was a sound that had no explanation, that sound shouldn't be coming from down there. She wasn't going down there.

    Suddenly the door opened up behind her and Angei stood up turning around, it was still so dark even with the emergency lighting. She flung her hands up. "Who's there?!" there was a whoosh somewhere near her head then something hit the ground infront of her along with the shattering of glass. Angei jumped back, tumbling against some shelves her heart pounding. "What was that?!" she cried in horror eyes wide in the darkness as she watched a shadow get up and flee the room.

    She panted, trying to calm her racing heart but it seemed like the already dim emergency lights were starting to fade again. and was that just her or was that sound coming closer?! Angie felt around for her tool box, snatching it up and making her way back into the hall where it seemed to be only just a tad bit brighter. She slammed the door behind her and listened to the sound echo down the halls. That sound had followed her out...

    Angei swallowed hard looking around trying to find a source.. but there was nothing. gripping her tool box in both hands Angei started to make her way down the hall her eyes darting from place to place in the darkness... was her mind playing tricks on her? her breathing was coming in ragged making it hard to hear past it, her hands were shaking and sweating making her constantly have to readjust her grip. she was so deep into panic she'd stopped moving.

    Suddenly the door behind her slammed, someone shouted but all Angei could do was scream turning and flinging her heavy tool box in the direction of the noise.
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    It was a direct hit. The toolbox connected with her like a freight train, landing on her forehead with nauseating impact. The intense shock was too much for her damaged body to comprehend. She was already in a stupor from the blood loss, barely holding on, her breathing shallow and her skin a sick gray color. The edges of her sight growing dimmer with each pump of her heart. The blood pooling around her on the floor beneath her leg. Bright red against the stark white floor of the hallway. The large shard of glass, discarded on the floor beside her. Her life quickly ebbing away. With one last rattling breath, Merry slipped into the darkness of nothing.
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    Dazed. Reeling. Already broken. The janitor's breaths bubbled weakly through a crushed windpipe that was filling with blood. Each exhale came out as a gurgling wheeze, accompanied by a gush of light and dark reds. The IT girl, now just a zombie slave to the parasite on her face, moved much too quickly and precisely for Vinny to handle. He rolled over amidst the shards to take one last look as she hobbled towards the door he had just came from. The scratching on the other side grew louder and louder, almost as if growing restless in anticipation.

    Lying there, in a pool of his own blood, barely able to make any noises, Vinny began to fade into a weak stupor. The last sight he saw before his eyes gave out was the girl slammed open the door's lock release button. He could no longer see, but the sounds-- my god, the sounds-- of thousands of legs skittering across the metal interior... Even at his last moments, Vinny's hair stood on end. A final rush of adrenaline caused him to flail helplessly in the puddle of blood and glass, trying to crawl away, only to fail miserably and just injure himself more.

    He could feel them on him now. One at first, gnawing on his thick work boots. Five, now, taking chunks from his legs. Twelve, fifty, a hundred, and more and more each passing second. He was left for dead in a sea of spiders, slowly being stripped to the bone. Each wild struggle, each panicked flail, they all seemed to fail to ease his pain. It was almost as if he was swinging into thin air, despite being blanketed in spiders.

    Amidst the roar of hisses and clicking mandibles, he heard the emergency sirens go off once again, and the familiar deafening whoosh erupted from nearby vents again... including the one directly above him. He writhed and squirmed as the fires of hell itself seared his open wounds... and yet the alien spiders seemed unaffected. Each new wound they dug into was quickly cauterized by the flames.

    It was his final moments, and his only eulogy was the automated recording that seemed to blare through the comms. "CRITICAL DAMAGE. DECOMPRESSION IMMINENT. ABANDON SHIP. CRITICAL DAMAGE. DECOMPRESSION IMMINENT. ABANDON SHIP. CRI--" The broadcast cut itself short as the hallway burst open, sucking everything out into open space, doomed to float ever away into the dark void.

    At that moment, the janitor's flailing ceased. His body was now only frozen in place, his muscles stiff, almost as if rigor mortis had kicked in on the spot. His eyes were rolled back into his head, and his mouth was wide open, contorted into an eternal wail. Even in death, he did not seem at peace.

    When his body will eventually found, the containment crew won't find any spiders, nor would they find any charred hallways, or fragments of ice from moisture frozen in the vacuum of space. All they would find was a blue collar worker who had gone mad and painted the walls red with his own blood.
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    “We are hereeeee, Allie.”

    With every step backwards, they came closer. They only grew in size before her, their tails dragging along the floor. Fear had captured her voice. She couldn’t respond to them, she could only move backwards. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates and she had gone unreasonably pale.

    Something brushed her shoulder and it was the breaking point. A sharp breath was dragging through her lips and she turned. Allie booked it down the corridor, her footsteps like that of a giant as she thudded away from the ghost creatures. When she reached the corner, she skidded around only to be greeted by another crowd of ghost without the silly moustaches and sunglasses.

    “I...I…”

    Allie managed to stammer out before spinning and heading down the corridor behind her. She could feel them following her. Their voices still soft as they traced her heavy steps. “I’m sorry, okay.” It was all she could think of saying. Surely these ghost creatures just wanted her to apologise. But still they continued, even as her repeated soft apology echoed around her.

    Another corner.

    Shit.

    She was trapped. There was no escape. No way to sneak through the crowd of cut out ghosts that were getting closer and closer. A sudden noise to her left had her flinching. “Allie?” The voice sounded so close. A blur of white entered her vision and she reached out for the creature before her. Gripping it squarely by the shoulders. She slammed the creature against the wall and cried her apology again. “I SAID I WAS SORRY. WHY WONT YOU GO AWAY???”

    The ghost before her only smiled. It’s teeth getting dangerously close to her throat. So Allie slammed the creature against the wall...Again….and again….and again. Until it fell from her grip, slumping by her feet.

    One down...only hundreds more to go. Allie glance tentatively over her shoulder, only to find the corridor empty. Maybe she had scared them off. She better go check around the corridors just incase. Something deep in her stomach told her that this would not be the end.

    Allie slowly made her way away from the slumped ghostly body of poor Osiria Carter who lay dead on the cold floor.


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