Alien Rainbow

## **Alien Rainbow** *by Bloodyspaghetti*

This story might seem a little off the wall. I usually don’t share my writings with others, at least not with the wider public. My line of work usually demands some secrecy, well a lot of secrecy to be honest. Sometimes it’s better when the truth is hidden away from the masses. Nobody wants mass hysteria. The corona virus is already driving people nuts, so please, take what I say here as you will but do not start thinking it’s the end of the world.

No matter what you read here, know that as far as I know, and I’ve got a reliable source – the Apocalypse isn’t coming or will ever come.

So here goes nothing, I am a demon hunter, quote unquote.

Yeah, an actual demon hunter. Yes, demons exist, technically. Not in the sense that they are evil spirits or fallen angels.

Demons are something else, something older, I’ll be frank here; I don’t know how to describe them best. I guess you can look up the definition of a Djinn in Islamic lore and switch creatures of fire and smoke with parasitic worm-like things that love infesting human flesh and making into murderous and sexually violent time bombs.

They came before us, long before us. They have their own world or rather their own universe.

Hunting them is quite easy if you know what to look for, and trust me they stick out like sore thumbs. Something between a human and a squid shaped abomination. I’m sure a few of you are familiar with the sight, and not because you’ve seen demons.

I wouldn’t call these fuckers specifically supernatural, just extra-dimensional, I guess you could call them sci-fi monsters too. They can’t do anything like magical. Just infest a host and enhance their natural abilities and attributes. Oh, and created nonmalignant tumors that look like appendages, tentacles, weapons and phallic objects for obvious reasons.

I’d probably avoid sharing too many details, but I’ve seen buildings filled with demon-infested orgies. It’s not as pleasant as it sounds. Especially the smell, it smells a lot like sulfur. Ironic given the fact that these things are lethally allergic to it or something. The point being they will melt and disintegrate if you ingest them with sulfur. Simple as that. Nothing else, by the way, bothers them. Well, nothing available to individuals. I haven’t tried nukes yet, so I don’t know about that. Any injury that does not involve sulfuric ingestion is usually healed in moments. Fuckers are hard to kill; good thing my family’s been in this business for generations. I’ve been doing this thing for the better part of two decades. It pays off rather well, especially since usually the church employs my kind of people. They pay good money to get rid of the servants of the devil, so to speak. The sad part is that victims never get saved. Once you’re infested, you either live with it until the pest decides you’re useless and crawls away and you die or the host gets killed by someone like me. Pulling out the creature won’t help you; they usually entangle themselves around vital organs to avoid extraction.

I’ve tried; ended up removing a poor guy’s whole digestive tract out along with the worm early in my career. I Couldn’t sleep for days after that, the image of the kid screaming and his limbs flailing about as I yanked more and more of his guts along with the demon wouldn’t leave my head. I’ve never seen this much blood before. Hell, I remember I kept washing my hands over and over as if the bile from this kid’s stomach was still smeared all over me. This isn’t an easy job. As much as I like it; yeah, I save humanity, so to speak, but I do not save individuals. By the time I get the job, everyone in sight is already infected.

That sort of work comes with a lot of mental baggage.

I digress, I came here to discuss a specific incident, one that didn’t have much to do with demons. It started off as a usual case; I was given a location to reach and promised a sum of money if I had returned successfully from my hunt. That’s how I work. What am I going to do with the money if I’m dead? Better have it when I’m back from a successful hunt and in need of some cold booze.

So, I was given the coordinates of a remote farm in the middle of the big mid-western wilderness and headed out straight. I work alone, it’s best that way, nobody to blame but myself in the case of somebody dying. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve enough guilt on my hands already.

Five hours later, I was at my destination. Mere yards away from the farm, I park the car, grab my rifle and a few knives and head out on foot. As I walk the path leading towards the barn, I notice something peculiar; there’s a smoking hole in the middle of the roof. It’s not something a demon would do. They don’t fly, mind you, so it’s really pointless to have holes in the ceiling for them. As I am caught up in thoughts staring at this abnormal phenomenon, a bright explosion of light emanates from inside the barn. So bright in fact that it hurt my eyes, and I was a noticeable distance away.

My instincts kicked in, as the light started dying out; going from pure white to a dull gray, I ran into the barn. Kicked the off open and froze. Not because I wanted to but because the smell of burning meat was far too strong to handle along with a thin layer of smoke which was covering everything in the barn clouding my vision.

In the barn stood two figures, a man and a woman. She was clearly infested judging by the worm twitching and hissing from between her legs. The man just stood there. I wanted to call out to him but stopped myself when I noticed the source of the foul burnt smell; a charred corpse laid before me. It looked like a coal caricature of a human.

The smoke dissipated completely, and that’s when I noticed them all.

About a dozen or so of charred corpses thrown around the barn in various awkward angles.

I cocked my gun and aimed it at the infected woman before screaming at the man to get the fuck out. My voice cracked, and I sounded like an ailing horse. My heart was beating like crazy. Something was wrong in that barn; something was worse than it should have been.

The man in turn just smiled at me, before saying, “It’s been a while since I’ve met one of you.”

I would scream at him to scramble again, but what he did next perplexed me, no, it scared the living hell out of me; you see the man-made a finger gun with his hand, pointed it at the infested woman. A bright spark appeared in his eyes for a millisecond and he made a mock shooting movement with his finger gun.

Brains flew out the back of the woman’s head.

Her body crumpled down to the ground, and her insides caught fire… I think… the worm between her legs caught fire for sure, and it let out the most ungodly sounds imaginable, like screeching in the form of nails being dragged across a metal board turned up to a hundred.

I just stood there, growing increasingly more confused and afraid by the moment.

“Ahhh… it’s been a while!” the man let out as he lowered his hand.

As the images of what just transpired kept repeating over and over on high speed in my head, I could only bring myself to do one thing. I looked at the man, swallowed my saliva and asked, “Wha-what the fuck are you?”

I didn’t see the answer coming.

“In your world, I’m a devil!” the man responded, sporting a massive gleeful grin on his face.

I shot him, without thinking. As he said that, my first reaction was “fuck this” and I pulled the trigger. Barely even aiming at him. The bullet hit its mark, but nothing came of it. He looked down while his grin remained.

“I’m not a…”

I cut him off with another shot, this one to his head.

Blood filled the air around his head.

He groaned.

The hole in his head began to close itself up.

“I’m not a worm…” the man remarked, I wasn’t listening; I was ready to shoot another bullet into his face. “It won’t work on me. Stop wasting your precious little lead marbles,” he continued, mocking me.

I shot him again.

This time, his eyes shone with that bright spark again. I felt the heat built up in my hands, in a moment’s notice the rifle was turning red with heat, forcing me to drop it on the ground.

“I told you, it won’t work. Why don’t you apes ever listen?” the man questioned.

My hands were burning with pain, and my head was racing. This guy, this thing, it made no sense. I know it sounds ironic now that I’m surprised by something being able to shrug off bullets like nothing, but back then it didn’t. I didn’t know what to do; I was beginning to plan my escape from the barn, but the man just stood there. Staring at me with that grin all over his face.

“What are you?” I dared ask.

The man’s face contorted into a large smile, in fact; it was too large to be contained within his face. His skin began to crack with a sickening churning sound.

“Yo… you… your face…”, I stammered, pointing at the man’s face as it started quite literally falling apart.

“You could say I am in fact a demon!” the man cackled at me, the skin of his face cracking even further exposing some sort of black goo underneath the shattering layer.

I just stood there, speechless, I’m sure I was shaking at the time, seems like the man found that quite amusing as he started laughing violently. He was losing his shit, if I’m being honest. His voice rose up and fell down, cracking I could hear something deep, guttural and inhuman underneath the human-like laughter.

I just stood there, terrified and confused.

The man had finished laughing and placed his hand on his face, “Oh, you humans are something…” he said before yanking his face off his head like it was some kind of mask. Seeing this, I felt sick to my stomach; I could feel my digestive juices rise up to my throat.

The man locked its blank, yellow eyes with mine and proceeded to pull at its back.

A disgusting sound akin to slabs of flesh being torn apart emanated from the man, or should I say, from the being as it no longer resembled a human. It did have a generally humanoid shape, but it was something else.

I just stood and stared at the thing until it discarded its human skin suit, for a lack of a better term.

Pardon my terminology, even years later this whole thing is still so surreal to me.

The thing that now stood before me was a leathery, hairless goat man thing; its external layers seemed to be perpetually moving and shifting disturbingly. It had feet resembling hooves and its face contained only two slits for its yellow eyes and a massive mouth line that seemed to contain three tongues that twirled and flayed about uncontrollably inside the thing’s massive maw. There were three horns on the being’s head, one at the center of the forehead and two other curved horns like that of a ram. The thing stretched itself and remarked; “Humans are so uncomfortable to wear…”

I was about to throw up when it said that.

“Not to mention how awful the insides of a rotting ape smell,” it continued. A funny comment, coming from that thing.

I took a couple of steps back away from the creature, pulling a knife from within my coat I carelessly aimed it at the thing and tried taking a combative stance.

The monstrosity seemed amused again; it chuckled I think, some sort of rumbling came from behind its mouth.

It stared me dead in the eyes again and said, “I am not here for you, chimp, I am here for the thing under this building.”

My head raced with thoughts; “W-wh-what thing?” I asked.

The creature raised its finger, yes; it had hands, pretty much like a human’s, just thicker. Anyway, it raised a finger and said, “Can’t you hear that rumbling?”

I had no idea what it was talking about.

“N-no…”

“Listen carefully, chimp…”

Then the ground shook violently beneath my feet, sending me tumbling down on my ass.

My mind snapped me out of my panicked state; “What the fuck was that?” I yelled out as I was struggling to get back to my feet.

“A wart from the ass of God…” the thing spoke.

“What?!” I questioned.

The beast turned its back to me and motioned to my now melted rifle with its arm. The damaged melted puddle of metal slowly began twitching and moving around; forming back into the shape of a rifle.

“Let’s just say that the thing you call the creator of the universe is a massive sentient many-eyed, blobby mass of a black hole with many appendages. One that came from my universe. A thing of endless appetite. My kind had to blow it up to avoid the destruction of everything, and when they did. So much energy came out of it that your universe came to be.” The monstrosity told me, while the ground began rumbling once again, I swear, I saw the walls of the barn shift like waves in the ocean.
Panic washed all over me once again.

I couldn’t ingest the whole thing.
It sounded like complete bullshit to me at the time, but who was I to judge, I killed alien parasitic worms for a living. Nonetheless, I internally kept screaming profanities at the horned beast.

None of it made sense. Hell, it still hardly does.

Total bullshit, if you ask me.

The horned thing continued, “unfortunately for you, some of the blobby mass remained intact; occasionally waking up trying to devour everything it comes across, hence the worms.” The beast somehow threw the newly reformed rifle at me and shouted at me to shoot it.

There was nothing to shoot.

I yelled out, “shoot what?”

The floorboards exploded in front of me and a massive tube-like thing with many spikes and cysts sticking out of it emerged from beneath the ground. The tube-like thing had a sea of worms sprawling from its top. Its main body collapsed under its own weight and then I saw the massive maw beneath the worms, filled with massive jagged hooks.

“That…” the horned thing called out.

I felt a sort of air pressure; a suction.

The tube thing was trying to swallow me; it was trying to suck everything!

The smell of sulfur was unbearable.

The worms were flying at me; I tried shooting at them, but nothing came.

“It won’t shoot!” I screamed out, my voice cracked in a mix of fear and tension as a worm was flying dangerously close to my face. I could feel its foul breath, and I could almost feel the saliva coming out of its mouth.

“Shoot, monkey, shoot! Pull the trigger!” the horned thing shouted, its voice booming in my ears, I pulled the trigger.

The worm exploded; covering my whole body in its internal juices.

The sickening sound of someone throwing up violently came out of the tube – in the same volume of a plane taking off.

I didn’t have the thing to think, I just kept shooting at those things. I kept blowing the worms up. Somehow, there were no bullets coming out of that gun. There were no projectiles. Nothing. I just pressed the trigger, and the fuckers would explode.

The problem was they were endless.

“They won’t go down… Do something!” I yelled at the horned thing.

I got no response.

I was too caught up at the moment, and I just kept shooting and shouting like a maniac. Popping the infernal parasites and trying my hardest to ignore abhorrent sounds the abomination that was producing.

A sound of a thousand birds chirping together came from behind me all of the sudden. I turned my bad to the source of the sound; the only thing I saw was a flash of some impossibly black color.

A flash of blinding white light came right after that accompanied by a deafening static sound; I fell to the ground and tried my best to close my eyes and ears, to shield myself from the chaos all around me, to no avail. To this day I remember the array of indescribable colors blending into one another, ranging from the brightest of whites to the darkest of blacks. Truly a display of impossible colors.

Eventually, the cataclysm all around me seemed to die down, but the fleshing images of an alien rainbow still burned bright in my eyes. I rolled to my stomach and groaned in discomfort. After I don’t know how long, the vision of the alien rainbow subsided.

I was out of breath; my head throbbed, my eyes were probably about to bleed and the stabbing sensation in my ears made every slightest movement unbearably painful but I managed to open my eyes and get back to my knees.

I tried looking around as I rubbed my eyes gently to improve their diminished focus.

Much to my absolute shock; there was no barn, no tube-thing, no goat man, no corpses, no worms. No magic guns.

I was alone.

In the middle of a still-steaming impact crater.

It was real, much to my shock; the whole thing – it was all real.

I’ve kept hunting these demons, worms, whatever you want to call them.

Nothing like this has happened since. I just get called to do the extermination of an infested site. I take out the crawling abominations, and I carry on.

Of course, I haven’t told anyone this until now. But seems like I’ve been hunting parasitic aliens my whole life, and I didn’t even know it.