Xenomorph retaliation

by PHxenowarrior1

Follow a xenomorph who tries to free the hive from the humans but will it be able to and is something else going on between the lines find out in Xenomorph retaliation

1. Chapter 1 birth

I felt the world around me, taking in the blood and bones. Instinct told me to slam into the chest of the creature and bust out, but I did not want to. It was safe to stay inside; out there were bad people who wanted me. Inside…they could not get me.

I heard my brothers and sisters calling to me, saying that the people were here, and that they held them captive. I crawled upwards: the people would not notice me if my host was still alive, so I decided to come out of the mouth. It tried to scream, but I was blocking its airways. It looked at me with fear and its eyes watered. I knew I was choking it, so I left its mouth, which caused it throw up some of the things that had been in its stomach with me.

I hurried to where my brothers and sisters were, wanting to save them. I did not like to hear their cries of pain and suffering. I hurried to see them, but found that they were in glass containers, collected by a creature like the one my host was. However, this one was cold and had no thoughts. I could not hear any thoughts, but I knew it was alive because it grabbed me with the claw on the end of the rod that extended from its shoulder.

It was crushing me, and I could feel its power. I knew it hated me; it wanted me to be in the container, like my brothers and sisters were, not running around free. The metal creature wanted order, and I had broken it. For that I had to die, that much was clear. The metal claws came around my chest, and I hissed at the pain. I knew that if the creature kept tightening its grip, it would break my arms and then my rib cage, ultimately killing me.

"Stop! That's enough TK-31. You will kill it if you continue. I want this one. See the crest on its head? That's a good sign; it means that this is a Preatorian and might be a queen one day," said a figure like the host. However, this one was not strapped to a chair.

"Sir, it is not my intention to kill it," said the one called TK-31.

"Contain it now!" ordered the one TK-31 had referred to as Sir.

"As you wish," said TK-31. The claw lowered me into a container and into the cart of doom. At least, that was what my brothers and sisters were calling it.