Impostors (Fiction)

I don’t remember when this was originally written, but it is another very old piece of fiction from me. Short and to the point, but leaving you hanging.. enjoy!


They had been attacked by canids already, and Grissom knew his captain was behind him a little ways with the other member of the landing party, so he snuck up behind the canine and struck with his sword.

He hears the captain’s voice grunt in pain and smells her scent coming from the canid he just stabbed. “C-captain? I’m so sorry. I-“

She cuts him off, sputtering, “It’s okay. Just, get the biofoam.”

“Grissom. She’s an impostor.” The captain comes down from a rock to their left.

He raises his laser pistol towards her. She stops approaching. Another appears from the right. “And so is she.” it says.

He turns to look at her, his pistol still aimed at the second one. From behind them, another steps out, “Grissom, come here.”

“Sorry captain.” he says looking between them, the laser pistol slightly lowered, “Not until I know which one is actually you.”

Another walked in from the path they had been taking through the caves. She stood silent for a moment looking between each of them, “Grissom.”

They all looked at her, “Grissom, I’m hoping you’re the one with the sword stabbing the other one.” she pulled out her own laser pistol and shot the two on her left. They fell to the ground.

Grissom aimed at her as she started to approach, “Not another step.” He let go of the sword, the other Grissom falling as the weight of the sword suddenly started cutting down. He pulled out his scanner and scanned the captain in front of him, the scanner read her as the captain. He turned it to the one still standing, it read alien DNA, he shot it.

At the same time he scanned the other one, the captain pulled out her scanner and scanned him and the one he’d stabbed, reading the true Grissom…and herself.

Grissom scanned the one he stabbed while the captain gently placed her laser pistol on the ground and rose her hands slowly. When he saw the readings as the captain’s, he quickly turned on her, but saw she was slowly backing away.

“I don’t know what your readings say, but mine say that you are Grissom and that one is me. Get the biofoam out for her, and take us both back to the ship now. We need to sort this out and staying here any longer will probably get us both killed.”

“Alright.” he says, picking up her laser pistol. “Back up.” She complies and he goes through his medpack, grabbing the biofoam.

The stabbed captain is unconscious, he carefully pulls the sword out, trying not to do any more damage, and applies the biofoam to seal the wound as he slips the sword the rest of the way out.

Dinner Time (Fiction)

Sasha was fixing dinner for Justin and herself, and Justin was laying down outside, resting after a hard day’s work. She called out, “Dinner!” when finished, and Justin padded in, happily wagging his tail.

She set his bowl down and her own at the table. Justin was half done by the time Sasha sat down to start eating, and she laughed at his eagerness, “If you want more, go get it yourself.”

As Sasha took her first bite, she noticed an odd smell, one she recognized from her teenage years. Her eyes widened with alarm as a gun leveled at her chest, and then fired.

Justin looked over, and was shot too. The assassin put another two rounds in each of them to be sure, and then pulled out a cell phone, “Got them.”

“Both?”

“Of course.”

“You sure?”

“Certainly.” The phone clicked off, and the assassin turned back to his targets. One of the werewolves bit his throat out, the other muttered, “Got them, my ass.”


Another nearly decade old story, originally published on Wattpad, but I don’t have the exact date of publication. Oh well. This one involves characters I had written much of a story surrounding their teenage years, but I have since lost.