Weeks passed, and the guards grew lax in their duties. It was in the deep part of the night now, and two guards were sleeping in their quarters, while the third slept at his post.
Jack and Sarah came to the lab, Sarah holding half a bottle of whiskey, and Jack holding Sarah. They came into the observation room and each helped themselves to some more liquor, despite their already overly intoxicated states.
"Watch this," Jack said with all the bravado of a ten year old about to step on a frog. He went over to the circuit box and touched the wires. A shock ran through the darkened containment room, which was briefly illuminated by the glowing husk of the creature, shocked awake from a restless sleep.
"Stop that," Sarah pleaded as Jack, laughing, touched the wires again. "Seriously, Jack, cut it out," Sarah said, almost beginning to cry.
This time, Jack took the wires and twisted them together. The alien began to snarl as it danced around its cage, trying to find respite from this unwarranted assault. Sarah tried to go over and uncross the wires, but Jack, blinded by alcohol and rage, slapped her across the face, knocking her to the floor.
Almost as soon as he realized what he had done, he glimpsed the electrified alien dart from one end of the cage to the other with alarming velocity. It leapt and crashed, full force, right through the glass window and came to a halt just inches from Sarah's head.
Sarah, paralyzed with fear, didn't move, didn't blink, didn't scream. Jack slowly and meticulously stepped backwards. The alien didn't seem to move either. Suddenly, Jack bumped into a table and jumped forwards, out of shock. In one swift move the alien sent its claw through Sarah's neck and leapt straight for Jack's face, taking him down and out. Now, it began to feast.
Meanwhile, the guard outside was slowly being brought out of his sleep. The breaking glass, well, he assumed he'd dreamt it. It was the middle of the night, and he wasn't in the mood for any shit. He leaned back again, and began to nod off when the most god awful scream penetrated his eardrums. He'd been in combat before, and he knew exactly what that meant.
He grabbed his trusty machine gun and loaded it up. Opening the door, he cautiously stepped in, weapon leveled and ready. It was dark, and he could hardly make out any shapes or colors at all. One step forward and he was stuck. The damn spinner had already laid its webwork, and he was ensnared. Unable to fight his natural urges, he tried to wriggle free, dropping his gun in the process, and only working to entangle himself further. His struggle created a lot of noise, easily alerting the alien as to its capture.
Suddenly he froze. Not half a meter in front of him, he could see the creature peering into his eyes. Reaching for his weapon, only to find it gone, he began to scream, a scream cut short by alien claws graciously separating body and mind.
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