Aliens: Hicks Revolution

Prologue

Life, its a precious thing. Most love and cherish it. Everyone has dreams in their
life: To live long, get rich, have a good job, have kids and die old.
Mine, my dream is to die soon. I have lived a life full of misery and pain. It's not
something I want to keep living. My nightmares chase me when I'm awake, and in my
sleep and in my job.
They are reason I want to die: They are the reason many have died and will die.
Unless...unless I stop them. Taking others lives to create their own, to then take more
lives and the cycle begins again.
I feel the darkness coming to me...the nightmares are soon to begin, the death, the
pain. The blackness is coming.... I can't stop it...

I pulled the trigger down, sending streams of hot lead into the darkness. Three other
figures stood beside me firing their own weapon. The lighting soon changed from
black to a low red. Blood red.
I heard a girl screaming. Screaming for help. I moved over to help her, when a black
figure stepping in front of her.
Its head the shape of a banana. The creature stood taller than me. It moved towards
the girl, its six tubes on its back casting shadows in the red light.
The girl screamed again and I fired my weapon into the figure. One of my
companions rushed to pull the girl away as a fountain of yellow liquid sprayed around
the dead figure.
Three others accompanied me: a male, his name was Hudson. Private Hudson.
The other two were women. A Mexican 'hard-woman' called Vasquez; she was a
private like the man. They were both under my command.
My command? I was a Corporal. Lieutenants and Sergeants commanded the squad.
That must mean...they were dead. More lives wasted on my soul, I survived when
others fell.
The last woman, she was a survivor. Her name? Her name was Ripley. Ripley the
survivor. These people, these creature, these animals we where battling. They had
plagued her nightmares longer than I had been alive. She had survived them
before...and she would again....
The room came into more focus. Tables where stationed in the centre and behind the
table a hole in the roof was pouring wave after wave of monsters out. Myself and the
others where fighting from behind electrical towers. Firing at the demons. The raping of humans fair game to them. They impregnated us with their young.
Incubus. That's how you could describe them. Incubus. Demons that rape women in
their sleep. Evil. Hell. Demons. Monsters. Devil. All such names described the
monster.
Sought after by the company, Weyland-Yutani because of the monster's true nature.
Xenomorphs. That is their scientific name. Xenomorphs, Aliens that Change. Killer
by nature. Drove on with the urge to protect the Queen, for the expansion of the hive in
which they served. The continuation of the species.
They where soon pushing us back...the little girl pointed out a vent. We all retreated
through the vent heading out of the depths of hell. We might have been out of hell, but
the inhabitants where chasing us.
I let the other go ahead of me. I started backwards to destroy the demons. The rid
them...to save the souls of the damned. A Xenomorph burst out through the side of the
vent in front of me. I started to move backwards, when the vent behind me burst open
and another demon sprang forth.
I quickly grabbed a grenade from my pocket and pulled off the safety cap and
pressed down the red button. The demons slowly bounded towards me, when my
grenade set off. Flames engulfed me, and soon shot forward seeking them out.

I woke sweating. The nightmare was over. I looked to see where I was. My room. I
was sitting in my chair in my room. The chair was leather. My naked back stuck to the
leather made an odd squelching noise as I stood up. I looked around my room; the
plastic bed stood hovering above the ground where it stood at the back of my room.
My computer was flashing a mysterious blue, alerting me of a message. I stood over
the computer to issue it a command.
"Computer," I began, "open message."
The computer screen changing to the image of a question mark.
"Hell's Rising!" the question mark spoke.
A simple message. A simple meaning. A meaning that only I would understand. A
meaning I had been dreading.
Hell was rising, and I was there to stop it.