Hemones Nightmare

This fear was something that he, as a young soldier, had himself found, and conquered. His calling giving him purpose above himself, above his needs, and it was that which he had taught to others in the hope that they too would be able to learn more about life and death, this was how he found the knowledge to the world of memories, the linking of one life to another, even without the need to understand why, he had the means to give others immortality only by speaking to them, he knew that they would be doomed to take the option of eternal life, which in itself was a living death, rather than the opposite, when all around you crumble. He had truly found the ultimate weapon, and it was this that he had used to good affect on Hamone.

"In terms of your information alien, are you going to subject me to this hell? I can tell you now; you'll never leave this place alive. You understand the consequences don't you?"

The alien said nothing, Hemone was now beyond caring for all that this creature, patronising and irritating in front of her, and slashed her knife across its bound chest, severing pipes and causing the aliens life fluids to spurt over the floor.

The interrogator was stood in front of the alien. Wanting an answer but fearing that this being had already done its work. She looked towards the ground, as if waiting for sentence from a judge, and then the alien answered her, it knew, even in its dying moments, her fear that she didn't know herself.

"Yes, your right, you wont let me leave here alive, but then, when all is said and done human, I will leave here alive, you can't help it can you, I'm your son now human, I'm your son!"

With those words the alien's body slumped forward. Hemone looked aghast at her body, knowing she now harboured the alien within her, she knew that her future was doomed, that she was as good as dead, she knew this. She knew too that her son was no longer her son, more that it was a parasite, that all she wanted in life was now denied her, that her job had led her to this living hell. She was afraid, she knew what she had to do, what she didn't want, the tears came to her eyes, and with one final move she drew the knife and drove it into her heart.