The Deathcrawler

Everything came down to what Jason was about to do. If he failed, everyone would perish.

He sat across from the Deathcrawler, the biggest threat to the world. The Deathcrawler’s figure looked almost human, but not quite. It’s eyes were pure black, and it’s skin was wrinkled and grey. The Deathcrawler’s blood red teeth were as thin as needles, the top teeth visible when it’s mouth was shut.

The Deathcrawler’s robe waved from a phantom wind as it stared at Jason. “You really think you can defeat me, don’t you?”

It’s hoarse voice gave Jason chills and made him want to run as far away as possible. “No.” Jason replied. “I just want to see if I can change your mind about your bargain.”

The Deathcrawler nodded. “Ah. You think you can persuade me to leave your planet without anything in return. Correct?”

“Yes.” Jason answered.

“Well, I don’t see why that would be appropriate. Earth is ready to fall, just like Mars and Venus and every other planet in the universe did when their time came. You can’t possibly know the importance of the falling of Earth is to the Immortal Plan.”

Jason shook his head. “I can’t know because it isn’t important. What’s important is my family, my friends, and everyone on Earth.”

The Deathcrawler slammed it’s fist on the table, causing Jason to flinch. “The Immortal Plan will go on, no matter what.”

Jason grabbed his pistol from his belt as quietly as he could, setting it down on his lap. “Not unless you die.”

Jason lifted his gun and shot at the Deathcrawler’s face. The bullet bounced off it’s nose and landed on the table. The Deathcrawler smiled and vanished from the table.

And the world went quiet. Too quiet.