Outside in the deep cold of space, perhaps like in the deep cold of the oceans, perhaps, not like anything, anyone can really imagine, Tangor witnessed several banshees flapping their giant wings around his spacecraft, staring and glaring into his portholes within his spacecraft, with their dark pitted eyes. Gooseflesh appeared over his whole body, he had never seen such creatures in all is life. He could see the hideous creatures scream and lurch: forward and backwards, trying to hang onto the ship, it snapped them off like grasshoppers trying to hold on to a jet, they were like flickers of dark fire.
He had been isolated for a number of years in his spacecraft, he had never seen such things in all his life; not humanlike, nor quite fully spirit, but some kind of supernatural origin he presupposed, an uncanny sense of mischief about them. He was suppose to be on a mission to Tonos, by the great Eljanhai, the Great I, of Poloda, but unluckily got pulled into the orbit of Ice-cap, a moon of Moiromma, a planet outside earths solar system, not far from an asteroid belt.
For several months now they were outside his spacecraft, trying to find a way to get in, to hang on to the spacecraft. They scratched at the ships main door like rats trying to gnaw their way through it: night and day, day and night, never ending thought Tangor. Countless hours were spent watching these cold-spined, ungutted creatures, graze like bat-cows outside his craft (although I did not witness this ongoing insanity, but Tangor told me, and how he did, I could almost imagine his mind set). He surely feltI assume, it might had been better if he had stayed on Poloda, and perhaps even in the empire of Kapara; as troublesome as it was, this was even worse. WWII, had indeed kept his flying skills up to pare when he discovered himself on Poloda, but now, now it was different, he was fighting an enemy in outer space, and it was not a WWII aircraft, nor could he bomb or shoot out his window at the creatures. He was quite limited with his optionsindeed!
A Long Night
it was a very long night, this one night, when the Banshees somehow camped on top of Tangors spacecraft. How they managed that, he didnt tell me, or perhaps, couldnt. A tribe of them he recalled, all trying to produce needless terror in Tangor, along with his isolation, it was a miracle he kept his sanity. Nevertheless, he talked to himself, did exercise, and tried to think of a way on how to rid himself of this madness; his nights were sleepless, as was his days. They were like guards towering over him, walking on the spacecraftthey needed no sleep he concluded, these apparitions of evil attempting to seize him and his ship. These were times he thought of the last (which really was his first) his kiss he had with Yamoda on the planet Poloda. These were also times when depression started to creep in. If he could not find a way to rid himself of this m enace, he was as good as dead; either by insanity, or sooner or later theyd find a way in, as they had found a way to hold onto the ship while in motion.
It was at this juncture, the space craft, along with the orbit of Ice-cap, was making its way through the asteroid belt, and he (he being: Tangor) had an idea. He put on a show for the banshees, he entertained them. As they were watching him crying, and going crazy (an act), as they peered through the windows, these grim and silent creatures of spiritual war, in the cold darkness of space, he knew his ship was getting closer to the asteroid belt, they did not. His Amplifier had collected all the energy from the sun it needed, and with a power surge, and now entering the asteroid belt, the gruesome creatures were slapped off the ship like flying mice. The whole ship became electrified, and the thrust of the asteroids sucked them into a maze of matter thicker than molasses. The emptiness of space filled with flying o bjects every which way, bombarded the banshees to everlasting kingdom-come.
11/16/2005 written while in Lima, Peru
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Story
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