Shuttle 666

"Ohhhhhhhhhh..........
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........
Ohhhhh! NO!!!
NO MORE!!!
So much blood.....
My baby..... Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh....!!!!
WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!!??????
a week earlier....
"The lottery? We won the LOTTERY??!!!!"
"Yes!! Yes we did honey!! And I have the perfect idea for us and the kids..."
"What is it?"
"A vacation, in space!"
My name is Daniel Roster. I am the father of a family of two beautiful children and a wife. I am the father of a family that won the lottery. I am the father of a family that won millions. I am the father of a family that came up with a stupid idea to go up to the moon for vacation. I am the father of a family that was in a space shuttle accident. I am the selfish father of a family in danger. I am the father of a dead family.
5......4......3......2......1......
......BLASTOFF!!!!!!!
We were flying through the atmosphere of the Earth. My children, excited and scared and fulll of mixed emotions. My wife, having the time of her life. Myself, sick to the rotten core. I had the same horrid feeling ever since I agreed to go on the fateful trip. A feeling that had me counting down the days of life I had left. The feeling that I only had a couple more times to hug my children. It made me go insane. The Moon Station was supposed to be so top quality. So safe. Of course, we never made it there.
The trip was planned like this: about thirty seconds blasting through the Earth's rough atmosphere. Then we float towards the moon for about three to four days. Very exciting right? Some say exillirating and some say dreadfully horrible. It was amazing seeing the Earth so far away, it looked as if it were some oversized basketball. I stared at it through the circular window with my family for quite some time. Now, just to let you know, it's almost impossible to keep time in space. So after a while we finally decided to go to our pods to catch some sleep. Falling asleep was also impossible due to the constant adrenaline rush. So I just layed there and rested.
This is when things started turning horribly wrong. I floated out of my pod thinking I rested enough to not be tired for a while and started towards a window. I looked out into the deep space and thought about how big and vast it is. There was also something that I couldn't get my mind straight to. I felt as if I forgot something.
"Good mornin' dad! Thanks a ton for bringin' us here!"
"Yeah! This is the coolest!!"
I replied, still staring out into space, "Aw, you boys are welcome. I'm just glad I get to spend this time with you guys!" I slowly turned around... " What do you wan- uh- wh-WH-WHAT THE- GAHHH!!!!!!!"
Their faces, their horribly distorted faces. Their heads sucked inwards and blood was spurting out the center of the fold the suction made. Their limbs and fingers were disformed and broken. Several wounds, bleeding and pouring out several organs and intestines. "HOLY SHIT!!!! WH-WHAT THE F-" *wap!*
My wife had slapped me. I blinked a few times and saw the boys, the blood and organs and the faces were gone. Just my normal children, crying from my outburst. My wife was yelling at me.
"I don't get it! Th-they, but-b- I saw-!!'
"They didn't startle you that much, Daniel!! And watch your language around them!"
I didn't understand. I felt bad and sick again. Then that's when I realized with a jump. Ever since I got up to look at the deep space, that horrible longing feeling had stopped. That's what I knew was missing. But now, that blood curdling feeling was back. I felt dizzy, and confused. I collapsed.
it's your fault..... you could have prevented this.... they are dead because of you...... regret.... hate yourself.....
go to hell...... what?..... what was that?..... you don't want it to be this way?...... ok then..... alright..... get up......
get up and do something about it..... wake up..... wake up!.... wake up!!.... wake up!!!....
"Wake up daddy!!! WAKE UP!!! The airlock is messed up!! The hatch might open!!!!! WAHHH!!!"
"Hunh? W-wait, WHAT?"
I got up as fast as I could in the zero gravity. I flew towards the pilot shaft in the front only to find the guide, the instructor, the only person who knew how to work this thing, knocked out. The air pressure flowing out of the airlock must have blew him back and knocked him up against something hard. Blood was flowing from his bruised fourhead. I panicked.
"Hey!! Damnit man!! Wake UP!! Wake up man!! COME ON!!! Damn!!"
His pulse stopped. I didn't understand how someone could die like that. Like some unnatural force was against me. I stood there, patronized. I somehow knew this would happen. I knew something would go wrong, I just knew it! Something would go wrong. Something like this that would destroy my family. I flashed back to every good memory that I experienced with my family. A single tear flowed down my cheek. The pressure built, at the rate it was going, it would burst. Splattering us all over. And if we survive, we would only be sucked in by the vacuum of space. The two panicking boys were behind me, crying and crying. I had to do something, and quick. I looked next to me and found a space helmet. A single helmet that would only save one of us. I scanned the room for more only to find none. We already had a suit on to protect our bodies, but no helmets but one.
My wife was frantically searching through an emergency manual, "Look here Daniel! Look at what it says here! Would this help? HEY!! Daniel!!"
I turned around and saw it. The distorted faces, the floating flesh, the broken limbs. I froze. They were all yelling at me.
"DADDY WAAHHH!!!"
"WHY DAD??? WHY?? WAHH!!!"
"DANIEL LOOK QUICK!!! TRY DOING WHAT IT SAYS HERE!!!"
I grabbed the helmet in a senseless attempt to save one of us. Then I glanced at the hatch and saw a simple screw, slowly undoing itself as if it were trying to taunt me. I had no time. I looked back at my family, took the helmet and______________________________________________________________
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You failed Daniel. You failed.
I awoke.... woozy and lightheaded. Floating in what seemed like a deep space of nothing. I had the helmet on. For myself. I was alive. My family wasn't though. And I was well aware of that. Several tears flooded down my face.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY?????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I felt something slide across my back. It sent a chill up my spine. I turned my head. I wish I had not have turned my head.
"Wh-WHAT?!! A h-hand?! A HAND!!!??? WAHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
A floating bloodied up disembodied hand. My wife's hand. I looked up and saw my son. The image of my sons that I saw earlier came true. The vacuum sucked face, just like I saw it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh.......
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............
Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! NO!!!!
NO MORE!!!!!
So much blood....
My baby.... Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh......!!!!!!!!!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! WHY???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ughhhhhhhhh.......... I HATE MYSELF!!!!!............. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... I-I- I............ I want..........."
I stared off into the space. I regreted everything I had done.
I regreted.
I hated myself.
I floated in space for what seemed like several days. I felt such an undescribable pain. A pain that came from loneliness, a loneliness that I couldn't bear for much longer at all. I thought about everything that happened on the shuttle. Before the accident, you know. My existance was meaningless, thoughts of suicide flooded my brain. Then, a light. A bright light thay was shining from behind me. It was the moon. Waiting, longing.
And you know what I did when i saw the moon?
I looked closer at it, and saw the Moon Base. The Moon Base that we never got to.
And you know what I did when I saw the Moon Base?
.
.
.
I took my helmet off.
You failed Daniel. You failed.
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