Chapter 57 - Riot

Close your windows at night.

I lay beside Eleanor in the truck, both of us naked, calm, and drunk. She slept against me, but I couldn't even begin to close my eyes. I stared up at the roof of the truck, listening to the chemical rain pound down against the metal.

What had we done?

I didn't regret it. It was the best sex I'd ever had. I'd never slept with anyone without a condom, and it was incredible, but this was different. It was the connection I felt that intensified everything. Although how tight her walls hugged my cock was nice too. I don't think I'd ever felt a pussy that wet, or tight before.

I hadn't been lying about what I said last night.

I was in love with her. The girl I'd been ordered to protect.

Fuck me.

I stayed still, holding her for the first time without my gloves. She was just as soft as I'd imagined. I could hold her forever if she let me.

The morning came and the storm slowed to a drizzle. Once the sun was up the rain came to a complete stop. The sun coming through the window gently roused Eleanor. She moaned and sat up slowly.

"My head hurts. Where— oh." She saw me first and then blushed deeply.

I saw her memory from last night returning fast. Her eyes widened and she scrambled to find her shirt. It didn't matter, the truck was small, she wasn't able to simply cover up. I'd seen everything already and she'd seen all of me. She was still staring.

I let her look, putting my hands behind my head. My cock responded to her surprised expression.

She was cute.

"We— Riot, we?—"

"Had some of the hottest sex either of us has experienced? Yeah, we did." I laughed. She slapped my thigh, accidentally grazing my cock in the process. She yelped and I sat up, reaching for my clothes.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She was obviously processing things.

"Yes, I mean, I don't know," she sighed. "This is such a mess. I shouldn't have come out here."

"Why did you then?" I grew defensive. Was she regretting what we did? Because I wouldn't be saying sorry.

"Because I heard something. I told you, I thought something was in the house and I got scared."

I stiffened. "You heard something? What did it sound like?"

Her eyes grew wide and she shuddered. "It started with a clicking sound and then there was a growl, but… wet."

A click and a wet growl?

"Did you see anything?" I tied my boots and buttoned my pants back up. She shook her head.

"No, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was there. It was probably just the storm."

"No, it wasn't. It was an etgar. Fuck me," I sighed and opened the door. "Stay here. Unless you want piss to run down your leg."

"An etgar?"

"Don't move." I warned, and hopped out of the truck. I slammed the door and stormed through the yard, heading to my gun shed.

I had the pistol I always carried, but that wouldn't do shit to an etgar. I pulled a joy gun off the wall. Laser guns were only used in times when normal guns wouldn't work. I took one last look around, and saw my second favorite weapon. I snatched the bat up and examined it.

I'd created it when I was a teenager. It was nothing fancy, just a copper bat wrapped tightly with barbed wire. It was good in a pinch. Bullets weren't cheap. Sometimes a good swing to the head did the trick.

Locking the shed back up, I stuffed the joy gun in my holster and strode back into the house. I kicked the door open and shouted.

"Yipee Ki-Yay mother fucker!"

The familiar hiss of the giant cockroach-praying mantis creature came from up the stairs.

"There you are. How'd you get in here?" I taunted it. Etgars could understand us, similar to domesticated animals. It made them fun as hell to go toe to toe with.

I walked around the living room, waiting for it to flap its giant wings and glide down the stairs.

"Come on you crazy bitch, I know you're sitting at the top of the stairs, waiting for me. Do you want to take a bite of my sweet little tush? You have to work for it. I'm not that easy."

The etgar making the clicking, wet growl sound Eleanor heard last night made its way down the stairs. It was opening its jaw, talking to me.

"I don't understand bug," I called. "But I know one of you when I hear one. What are you afraid of? Do you think I got bug spray down here? There's not a can big enough to kill something as horrid as you."

I edged toward the stairs, trying to gauge just how big this etgar was. They were pests that could fit into any size hole but also expand into giant beasts once they were inside. He could have come from anywhere.

With another hiss it fell down the stairs and I took a deep breath as it filled the living room with its twelve foot tall, eight foot wing span. It fluttered its wings, trying to scare me. It did, but I wasn't going to let it show.

"How'd you get in here? Did I leave a window open?" Swiftly, I whipped out my joy gun and shot. The laser hit a rapidly flapping wing, creating a hole in it, but not doing any major damage. Shit.

The beast hissed and clicked its pinchers. Its large eyes lowered to slits as it prepared to lunge.

I ducked and rolled as it came at me, attempting to catch me and snap my head off. I shot again, hitting him in one of its legs. It stumbled, breaking my furniture as it moved around my living room.

"I'm going to have to get a new bookshelf!" I groaned. "Will you just go down?"

It hissed and flew at me, scratching me from my chest all the way up my face. I winced but refused to go down. This wasn't my first fucking rodeo.

I'd dropped my bat when I tucked and rolled, but found it again and quickly swiped it. I swung, hitting nothing. It caught my bat in its pinchers on my second swing and tossed it behind him.

I shot again, this time hitting its chest. It stumbled but kept coming toward me. I backed away, but then hit the wall. The bastard had cornered me.

I shot again, missing. I swore. I was a good shot with bullets, but the laser guns were trickier. I couldn't control them as easily. I cocked it again, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.

What the hell?

My fresh cut itched and I wiped at my face, smearing blood everywhere.

"Fucking great," I muttered, smacking the gun. It was recharging. I needed 60 seconds.

A sharp squeaking sound came from across the room. Me and the etgar froze.

"What is that?"

Eleanor stood inside the front door, staring in horror at the scene in front of her. I realized what she was seeing and almost laughed.

The roles were reversed; the bug had cornered the human. The etgar turned its head the moment it saw Eleanor. My eyes darted from my gun to the bug to her. Slowly, it began stalking toward her. I raised my gun and aimed carefully. Just a few more seconds…

Just as it was within head snatching distance from her I shot.

Green slime exploded all over the room and a single scream from Eleanor rang out as she was instantly covered in etgar insides.

I exhaled and leaned against the wall.

"That is an etgar. You'll probably want to shower."