[ WP ] On your way to Mars on the first voyage ever , you discover that you and the countless others on the ship are intended ritual sacrifices by Elon Musk . You now must avoid reaching Mars at all costs .

I hid under the tiny bed of my room, terrified. 
 
 I covered my mouth, trying to muffle my heavy breathing. I heard its footsteps in the distance, dragging it's feet as it walked. I heard it sniff the air, grunting, as it caught on to a scent. It started walking in a different direction, before suddenly breaking out into a sprint. I gasped instinctively, before realizing it was moving away from me. 
 
 I lay there, in complete darkness, filled with fear. It had broken the main generators, and the backups only provided power to the main hallways. In the distance, I heard a faint scream, which was soon replaced by a deafening silence. 
 
 I slowly moved out from under my bed. My hands were trembling, tears blurring my vision. I stepped out of my room, into the crew quarters. Light from a distant hallway dimly illuminated the passageway. I started walking forward, unsure of where to go. I felt dizzy, and it hurt to think. 
 
 Then, in the distance I saw a man, darkened by the shadows cast on him. He walked in a very strange manner, almost as if he were limping, but it seemed incredibly unnatural. I was about to call out to him, when I felt a hand cover my mouth. 
 
 `` Are you trying to fucking kill us?'' 
 
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 I sat in the room of Father John. I'd seen him a couple of times before, in his black robes. A priest, recommended by The Pope himself. I nervously fidgeted with my fingers as the Father drew some kind of symbol on the wall. 
 
 The entire room was covered with symbols like the one he was drawing. Scribbles of Latin often accompanied them. The man was either insane, or knew exactly what he was doing. 
 
 `` What is that out there?'' I asked timidly. 
 
 `` It's a demon.'' He answered nonchalantly, as he continued to draw. 
 
 `` A demon?'' I scoffed. I was a man of science, not faith. Science had gotten us to the Moon, and soon Mars. Not faith. 
 
 `` They do n't exist.'' I continued. 
 
 `` You can tell it that when you see it.'' He replied. 
 
 `` We're the sacrificial lambs Musk has offered this creature. It's going to pick us apart, one by one. There is n't going to be anyone left to step on to Mars, when we finally reach.'' He said coldly. 
 
 It was so easy to dismiss what John was saying, yet I believed him. 
 
 `` Is there anything we can do?'' I asked, as the possibility of death suddenly seemed imminent. 
 
 `` We can fly back home.'' 
 
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 Hope you liked it OP. Not exactly what the prompt asked for, but hope it was n't too bad. Would you like a part 2? 
 
 Would love for your feedback. Super cool prompt by the way. 
 
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