Halien, the conclusion

All work and no play makes mc a dull boy, all work and no play . . .


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experienced before. The city was not in sight. Neither were the twin sapphire suns. They glowed in setting mode from behind a tall sand hill in the distance. But the sky was green and Chuck smiled at the reacquainted sight of it. But not for long. Haley was in his face, and she was holding a baby.
"You're here to receive a final warning, Chuck. Don't spill my family's secrets!"
"Haley, why'd you leave me?"
"Shut the fuck up, Chuck, and you listen to me good." An angry squeak from beneath the baby's swaddling. "I was confused during our times together, but now my true identity and purpose has been restored. This is my home. You need not know its name. What I tell you now I tell you so that maybe the truth will satisfy you enough to go on with your life, and so that you won't be tempted to do something stupid like try to get that story published."
"But, but, Haley--we loved each other!"
"No, Chuck. We did not. I manipulated your feelings the whole time in order to steal your seed. Here's a little secret, Chuck. You have alien blood in you. My royal family's blood. Weak and watered down with the human taint, but there nonetheless. You were chosen by the others to breed with me for the purpose of continuing the bloodline. I would've bred with my father, but he died before I could reach mating age. I would've mated with my brother, but he was congenitally doomed not to reach sexual maturity. My family has a proud history in this galaxy, but the males started dying out. Within you is ancient family blood, and though it's human-DNA-tainted, it's free from the recent contagions that have decimated our males. It was decided that mixed with mine there was a good chance that a healthy male would result. And it happened, Chuck. My strong pure alien blood, when combined with the alien in you, has produced a healthy male of my species. And when he reaches age I will breed with him until enough healthy male and female offspring are produced, so as to insure the bloodline's continuation in perpetuity. Do you understand what I've told you, Chuck?"
"No! Let me stay with you here!"
"Can't, Chuck. You are ninety-nine point eight percent human. You're not really one of us. As a matter of fact, I don't really look like this. It's an illusion. You were a tool, Chuck. You were uprooted from your mediocre life, and used by us. Now go away and shut the fuck up about us. There are principalities upon the earth who wish to do my family harm. If they get a hold of you they may learn things they could use against us. You may wonder--"
Chuck's back in his apartment. His body had shuddered so violently that his hands
were able to free themselves from the imprint-portals of the letter. Oh, Jesus Christ! Fuck
you to Hell, Haley! And goddamn right I'm gonna tell about you and your sick fami--
Brrrrrrrriiiinnnng, droned the phone. Brrrrrrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnng!
"Hello, Chuck here."
On the line, the sound of snakes hissing, flapping leathery wings and a singsongy little baby boy's voice but unlike a little baby boy's voice the enunciation was perfectly delivered and perfectly evil: "Don't fuck up, daddy, or every night I'll eat you in your dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeamsssssssss!"