Short Fiction · Mr. Meek⁠—Musketeer (2/4) (2/2)

“Dang right I came to get you,” he panted. “I thought them hoodlums would be up to some dirty tricks, so I stuck around and watched.”

He jerked at Meek’s arm.

“Come on, Oliver, we got to get along.”

But Meek jerked his arm away.

“Look what he’s doin!” he shouted. “Just look at him!”

The Prowler seemed to be bent on systematic destruction of the space ship. His jaws were ripping at the steel plating.⁠ ⁠… Ripping at it and tearing it away, peeling it off the frame as one might peel an orange.

“Hey,” howled Stiffy. “You can’t do that. Get out of there, you danged.⁠ ⁠…”

The Prowler turned to look at them, a heavy power cable in its mouth.

“You’ll be electrocuted,” yelped Stiffy. “Danged if it won’t serve you right.”

But, far from being electrocuted, the Prowler seemed to be enjoying himself. He sucked at the power cable and his eyes eyes glowed blissfully.

Stiffy flourished his pistol.

“Get away,” he yelled. “Get away or I’ll blister your danged hide.”

Almost playfully the Prowler minced away from the ship, feet dancing.

“He did it!” said Meek.

“Did what?” Stiffy scowled bewilderedly.

“Got away from that ship, just like you told him to.”

Stiffy snorted. “Don’t ever kid yourself he did it because I told him to. He couldn’t even hear me, probably. Living out here like this, he wouldn’t have anything to hear with. Probably he’s just trying to decide which one of us he’ll catch first. Better be ready to kick you up some dust.”

The Prowler trotted toward them, head bobbing up and down.

“Get going,” Stiffy yelled at Meek and brought up his pistol. A blue shaft of light whipped out, smacked the Prowler in the head, but the Prowler didn’t even falter in his stride. The energy charge seemed to have no power at all. It didn’t even spatter⁠ ⁠… it looked as if the blue pencil of raging death was boring straight into the spread of forehead between the monstrous eyes.

“Run, you danged fool,” Stiffy screeched at Meek. “I can’t hold him off.”

But Meek didn’t run⁠ ⁠… instead he sprang straight into the Prowler’s path, arm upraised.

“Stop!” he yelled.