Tastes like Chicken
I stumbled down the street my guts feeling as if they were being ripped apart, the night street lights hardly providing adequate light, the worst thing was my hunger had grown to monstrous new heights. Where was that idiot of a wife of mine? I'd starve to death before she ever got here. Further down the street, I saw a diner one of those 24 hour joints.
I stumbled in taking the booth nearest the door, looking around I saw that there weren't that many people. Brushing my long brown hair from my eyes I avoided eye contact, no need to give these fuckers any reason to notice me. Grabbing a menu I was having a hard time deciding what to get.
The waitress a young, skinny, blonde with legs that went on for miles stopped, giving me a smile. I instantly liked her, good thing for her. Saying she'd be right back I finally decided on a rare T-Bone steak, very rare the bloodier the better. I thought coffee? No I already couldn't sleep hell I hadn't in days.
The young lady was glad to take my order, saying I was her last and then she was going home. Smiling I thought good, she was young she deserved to get older. I ordered and waited, soon the food was here, the gnawing in my guts starting to hurt again.
The young woman brought me the food and I thanked her and tipped her a hundred, her eyes wide as she left, its only money I said.
Nodding as she walked out the door, I woofed the five plates of food in record time, hardly appeasing the pain I was feeling or the growing hunger. A minute later another older waitress came in, this one seemingly dissatisfied, mean, ill-tempered.
I looked over the menu again trying to decide on what else to get, finally ready I started to order. The older waitress with her grey hair, wrinkled skin, age spot marked face threw me looks of suspicion. How was I going to pay for all of this, she needed to see proof before she could bring me any more food.
I felt my ire grow again how dare she accuse me of being some piece of rubbish! Trying as hard as I could, I pushed the anger away, phew almost lost it. I produced another hundred; she smirked but left to put the order in. I was shaking the pain was there again if I didn't eat soon I was going to collapse.
After the rude woman left I woofed these seven plates down, damn it, the hunger was still there still growing but not as fast. I knew I had to leave soon that was when I finally saw my wife, smiling she nodded and backed the car. Finally I thought it was about time she got here!
Blocking the door with the car I smiled leaning back I felt my other partner emerge from inside my stomach, an alien, small eyes, all mouth, stomach, and rotating, very sharp teeth. Ah! The sweet sounds of him feeding! He went for the older waitress first then snapped up every other patron. Emitting a huge burp, he stopped in front of me, "Damn that old bitch was tough," he said, "Glad you ate that other stuff first I mean humans are good but they taste too damn much like earth chicken!"
My wife came in, her partner who had also been feeding, stopped next to the first. "You're always complaining you should be glad we found these 2 so receptive or we'd both be dead by now. After all it was your fault we're stuck here!"
"Never going to let me forget that are you?" the first said.
I smiled, yup an old married couple, I just hoped they'd be gone soon. We were going to run out of diners at this rate.
Know your enemy
I walked through the battle field littered with the broken, shattered bodies of my many fallen comrades. We had come here in force to find out what had befallen the colony we had seeded here thousands of years ago. It hadn't taken all that long to discover that the humans had executed a wholesale massacre upon my people. The few that we had found alive, were more like wild savages living off what they could scavenge, breeding with no discretion, producing off spring that were far below even what the humans considered standards for intelligence.
My troops and I had pulled no punches hitting the humans with everything we had at our disposal, but to no avail. Then the real horror began as the humans began to squash my troops and people by the thousands. Later we had launched a counter defensive that had also failed; it seemed that the humans had started to develop immunities to many of the chemical and poison attacks that we hurled at them. Finally with no choice I had called a retreat not knowing that the humans had already located our ships and had started to destroy them.
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