Note: I do not own Dead Space or any of its characters. Even though I wish I did. Lol! The only characters I 'kinda' own is Bec and 'Preggeh'.

Chapter 1.

Her vision was blurred; she could only make out a few shapes and figures limping past. The air was filled with screaming, her heart pounded in her ears. She lay on the ground, unable to move. The being on top of her had its teeth delved deep in her throat, its bladed arms cutting her slowly…painfully across her limbs. She attempted to scream, but her calls fell on deaf ears as others met her fate. Tackled to the ground by the hulking creatures, innocent people, women, children…the elderly all fell. Anyone they came across, they killed. Her friend lay a few feet from her, her body was mangled beyond healing.

"I'll see you in the next life, Bec."

Her friend panted as the creature took one last bite out her and her friend stopped breathing. A loud scream freed itself from Bec's lips as she too, stopped breathing. Her vision blurred even more as she slowly slipped from this life to the next.

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She woke up screaming, bloody perspiration starting to form on her forehead. She choked out a cry in agony as her parents came barging into the room.

"Bec! What's wrong? Did you have that dream again?"

Her father asked, he titled his head worriedly at the young Slasher. She nodded her head so quickly; she thought her eyes were going to fly out of her head. The tall Twitcher walked towards her and embraced the distraught Necromorph. Her mother stood in the doorway to Bec's room, a young newly born Swarmer in her bladed arms, which was crying loudly. Bec heard the Pregnant try to calm down the baby and she looked up at her mother.

"Sorry mum, I didn't mean to wake you all up. Especially you 'Swarmy'."

The young Slasher replied meekly as her father told her a story of the 'good ol' days' when they were alive, and Bec slowly fell asleep to the soothing jabbering noise of her father's voice.

Bec had been having these nightmares ever since she had been 'embraced' by the virus. Right up to when she died and became a Necromorph. The nightmares happened every night, but she was still unable to get used to them. She still remembered things about her old life, how she was as a human. Once a pretty fair-haired young teenager at the age of 16. Large energetic hazel eyes, got good grades in school, she was popular. Everyone knew her name, Rebecca Saint Claire, but her best friends called her simply Bec. Now? She was a tall skinny zombie-girl. Her hair was no longer long and fair, but cut short by her own arms, a scattered about her face, like a bad case of bed-head that would never go away. Her once beautiful pale skin was now sickly green; the constant smell of rotting flesh followed her. Her clothing was torn and bloodied; she was surprised it survived the transformation into a Necromorph. Her eyes were now piercing empty and black-green. Her pupils were a blood red; they seemed to glow like miniature spotlights against the dark color of her eyes. Her mouth was contorted so much; it always seemed to hang open, her jagged teeth stuck out of what remained of her jaw. Her arms had stretched and become like blades, which helped her walk, due to her lame leg which she had gained during the outbreak. Her leg had been crushed by debris when the ship started to come down. Her other hands, which hung out of her lower stomach acted as her 'human' hands. Lifting things and holding things like humans do.

She was a Slasher now, one of the millions afflicted by the Corrupter and turned into flesh eating creatures. But somehow, as normal as she seemed to her kind, Bec was different from all the other Necromorphs. Which you will find out very soon. As she slept, she could hear the wailing cries of the damned roaming around outside her home, and once again her mind slipped into the nightmare.

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"Hurry up Bec! We're gonna get caught! The monster is going to get us if you don't hurry up!"

A young Pregnant called as she ran down a dark hall-way in the Ishimura. Bec was slowly limping after the energetic girl, telling her that she was in fact trying to hurry and having a lame leg was dreadfully painful.

"I said I'm coming! For Hive's sake I'm coming!"

She called out as she finally picked up pace and caught up with the Pregnant who was laughing for some reason, which completely alluded Bec.

"What the hell's so funny, Preggeh?"

Bec hissed as she slumped against the cold metal wall to catch her breath.

"When you run like that, you remind me of a Brute."

Preggeh snorted, before bursting into crazed laugher. Bec rolled her eyes as much as she could before she jabbed the Pregnant in the stomach with her arm blade.

"Stop screwing around, Preggeh! Is the monster nearby?"

Preggeh flinched on impact with the blade. She cursed loudly in Necormorphic tongue before nodding slowly.

"Yeah, he's nearby. Do you wanna see?"

Bec's eyes widened, and she nodded quickly. Preggeh helped Bec to her feet as she lead her to a open room. Hiding behind a fallen generator, Preggeh pointed out to a tall being in the center of the room, who was talking to himself.

"Isn't it the most hideous thing you ever saw? Its soo… UGLY!"

Preggeh spat as Bec slowly crawled closer, to hear what the man was saying.

The man was none other then Isaac Clarke, whom was still trapped aboard the ship, slaying Necromorphs and attempting to escape. He had taken off his helmet and sighed loudly, his short black hair was extremely messy, as his blue-green eyes scanned the room slowly. Bec attempted to get closer to the human, but her blade arm caught a piece of metal, causing it to clatter to the ground with a loud KERPLANK! Isaac turned and faced the two Necromorphs (who were still hidden, thank God. Because if the hero of this story died in the first freaking chapter, what kind of love story would that be?) He pointed his Line Cutter at the fallen metal and cocked his head to one side.

"Who's there?"

He yelled in a gruff voice as he began walking towards Bec.

"Oh, by the Hive Mind!"

Preggeh gasped as she saw Isaac get closer to her trapped friend. Isaac leaned over the metal piece and finally saw Bec, who was covering her face with her blade arms and a look of pure mortification on her face. She looked up at Isaac and Isaac looked down at her, in unison they screamed.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!"

Bec leapt to her feet and made a mad dash towards the door, Isaac opened fire at the retreating Necromorph.

"The monster found us!" Screamed Preggeh as she grabbed Bec's arm and helped her to the elevator. "It'll kill us! It'll cut off our limbs…step on our heads and cut us up like nobodies business!"

Bec and Preggeh scrambled into the elevator and slammed the door just as Isaac was about to jump in. Bec gasped for air and Preggeh was almost in tears.

"What the hell are you doing Bec? You know that monster is a Necromorph-killer. He would have killed you!"

Preggeh began ranting about how Bec could have died but Bec cut in.

"He was hot."

Preggeh stopped dead (bad pun). Her beady eyes widened as if Bec had suddenly sprouted wings and turned into an Infector.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me, He was hot. When I looked him the eyes my heart skipped a beat. When we both screamed together our voices melted together and it sounded heavenly! Preggeh, I think I've fallen in love!"

Preggeh gave Bec a good slap across the face; she gritted her teeth in anger.

"Are you mad?! That creature was a human! Humans kill Necromorphs for fun, Necromorphs kill humans for food. I think you might have gone brain-dead, Bec. You're MAD!"

Bec shook her head quickly. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as if she had suddenly turned into Edward Cullen. A large smile crossed her pale face.

"I'm not mad… I'm just –"

Preggeh looked at her again, then at her lathe stomach then at Bec again.

"Maybe you're just tired. YEAH! That's it. You're just tired probably… or something else along those lines. Maybe you should go home and rest, you had a really stressful day today… being attacked by that THING!"

When the elevator opened Preggeh helped Bec out and they limped towards home. That was the last they spoke about that day.