They were surrounded by shadows-things. They were outgunned.
Not, Agent Alpha thought, outwitted.
According to their briefing—cooked up by none other than the highest decorated of the Agency’s agents, Agent Alpha’s very own father, the retired Agent Charlie—these creatures had no brains. Literally.
Just hungry shadows. Hungry for light.
But that was also their undoing.
Like if a snail got a craving for french fries, the saltiest.
Agent Alpha raised his state-of-the-art weapon, a flashlight. It was big, heavy, and built for righteous murder. “We’ve got this, agent,” he said to his ally.
Agent Lima only grunted.
“Out with it, Agent Lima.”
“You get the big gun. I get this.” Agent Lima clicked his pocket deathray—a laser pointer—on and off, as if to illustrate a point.
“Senior agents get first picks from the arsenal, agent. I don’t make the rules.”
“But you literally d—” He stopped and sighed. Then he seemed to have a thought. “Still though.” He clicked it on and off again, near Agent Alpha.
Agent Alpha barely dodged the red dot. “Careful where you point that thing, agent! Gosh! You could cut me in—”
Suddenly, the dot traced across his waist.
Keeping true to spirit of the game—unlike SOME people—Agent Alpha groaned, fell to the ground, stuck his tongue, and died.
But not before he said his last words. “The Agency… will know that you’re a filthy, no-good traitor.” He groaned, in pain. “Who’s no fun to play with,” he added.
Agent Lima picked up the contested weapon. “They won’t know if there’s no corpse, no laser cut to prove it was me.”
“The shadow-things will eat you.”
Agent Alpha laughed his last laugh. “They only eat light, you shitty fool.”
“But if you’re bathed in light? Like you’ve got a spotlight on you?”
“You devious fuck, you—”
The beam of the flashlight hit him, blinding him.
He screamed as the shadow-things descended upon him, feasting on the photons as if photons were a nice sugary glaze on his flesh. He kicked the legs of his severed half. He batted his arms, trying to keep the shadow-things away, but he might as well have been offering more of himself up to be eaten.
There were footsteps, stomping quickly toward them. Agent Lima stopped feeding his co-agent to the shadow-things and Agent Alpha stopped being eating and the shadow-things were just shadows as the retired Agent Charlie stopped, out of breath, at the entrance to Fortress Foxtrot, looking in with wild eyes just behind his glasses.
“Agent Charlie—” Agent Alpha began, still in character.
“Mister Carson, I—” Agent Lima tried to begin.
“Oh,” Agent Charlie said, between breaths. “You’re just playing.”
Agent Alpha coughed, leaving their fantasy behind reluctantly. “I wasn’t being eaten for real.”
“And I wasn’t killing him for—” Agent Lima tried to put in, but Agent Charlie cut him off.
“It’s fine. It’s fine. Less screaming, please. I know you’re into the acting part, Alex, but you’re having almost too much fun with it and terrifying me and the whole street. Okay?”
“Have fun then,” Agent Charlie said.
The man walked away much slower than he had run up.
“Let’s start over,” Agent Alpha said, after his father was gone. “And no betrayal this time. You derailed the whole mission.”
Frowning, Agent Lima handed back the flashlight. “Understood, agent. But it was good plan to come up with on the spot, wasn’t it? Kill you, feed you to the shadow-things, take the glory for myself.”
“It was total BS, agent.” It was actually quite clever, and it was a lot of fun screaming and dying, but he wasn’t going to admit to either account, no sir. “Now, let’s defend the fort. Are you ready?”
Post by LiquidChicagoTed on Feb 8, 2019 15:55:41 GMT
Hehe, that was adorable ^^ I picked up on what was going on fairly quickly and safe to say, I greatly enjoyed that. Of course, I know it is just a nice little short, but as always, I have to think on how this fits into the canon. We know, Rachel and Alex are currently, well, not existing. Does this mean it is an alternate reality, is it a glimpse of how things used to be before someone removed them, or what is going on? Another thing I just now realize is, if some entity can just outright remove Rachel and Alex and it is apparently quite some work to restore them, can that be done with anyone? And how easy is it to do that? Thinking about that is actually quite scary, unlike this very nice short