Arrival of the Xenomorph
Chapter one
The mix of 5, 10 and 12 year olds ran through the corridor giggling. Stampeding over any small objects that was dropped or left on the floor. Some electricians yelling at them as the group knocked over tool boxes and ran over tools they were just using. "Damn kids." A man said sitting the tool box up placing the scattered tools back in the tool box.
They turned right, running by doors and dodging around fellow colonists. "Hey kids!" Sarah Dean yelled from her house like room. She was single with no kids. So her place consisted of two small rooms. Her bedroom, living room and kitchen were one big/small room. The second was an even smaller room, her bathroom. They stopped and turned around, "Who wants milk and cookies with a good story!?"
They laughed and ran to her door then ran into her room, each sitting on a desired spot of the carpeted floor in front of the small couch she usually sat on. Sarah walked in with a tray of cookies letting each one have three then gave them each a small glass of milk. This was the favorite time of day for her, to sit back, relax and tell the kids her stories. She was thirty years old and had a head full of stories.
To kids, her stories was something most people would not tell from the children becoming bored with them. Yet something inside her guided her and didn't make the stories seem so boring. They must of liked her stories. After they were through with their milk and cookies they would still watch her and laugh on the funny parts. Even ask questions of parts they did not understand. After it was over with the younger ones would lay down and go to sleep. While the older ones would go out and play some more.
Her main job with every shake and bake colony (colonies that makes the surrounding area livable) was installing, fixing and upgrading the motors to the dome's oxygen tanks. After a year or so, after making sure they would keep running, she would leave, allowing another to take her place making sure the motors stayed running. Then, upon orders, would be assigned to another colony, this had been going on for ten years and was something she was use to.
Not having a steady relationship didn't bother her either. Most the men just wanted her body or else just wanted her to bare their kids anyways, other than that none were looking for a steady and good relationship. So why worry? When it came to having sex she could get it whenever she wanted but kept that down to a low minimum. Not wanting any mean and untrue stories to spread around about her. She wasn't worried about having her own kids since she was always babysat other people's kids on her days off.
To her though she couldn't see how men went crazy over her. Only thing she could see was a middle aged woman working any regular job. Well, a woman working as an engineer for shake and bake colonies wasn't normal to most people but it was to her. She didn't have one of those faces that could turn guys into a puddle right before her eyes. She was the regular height for any woman, 5 foot 5 inches. With hair that was flat and really didn't shine at all. Her eyes couldn't do anything, they were a dark brown. Not to mention her body frame was thicker then usual for most woman and she was also built like a rock.
Sitting down on the cushioned couch looking at the kids. The older ones just sat and waited while the younger squirmed on their bottoms. She smiled then began to tell a story.
A little pink creature almost the size of an adult cat but with a warped and alien looking body to it scurried across the room hiding under the desk.
A Mechanic walked into the room with his Technician companion, "I don't fucking believe this." The Mechanic known as Jenson yelled tossing a ring of keys onto his desk. The keys landing on some papers, slid across the slick surface then fell off the desk in between the wall and the desk. "I can't believe Rad is making me work the graveyard shift. I mean, tomorrow is my kid's birthday. The guy knows that but he just wants to fucking be a damn dick. All because Weyland-Yutani Corporations is giving him more assignments. So he takes it out on me." He protested.
Jenson was the usual, large and bulky, boasting male Mechanic. Six feet, large biceps, his torso was squared wrapped with more enormous muscle, red hair that was closely cropped to his head, looking more like a military hair cut. His facial structure and down right looks was a mix of the pretty boy and rugged egotistical guy. He was wearing the usual, blue Mechanic jump suit.
"Excuse me!" Cheryl barked, "What about me and the rest of my team? He's not going easy on us either! Starting two days from now he's gonna be having me work 12 hour shifts. Twelve hours. Can you believe that?"
"Unfortunately I can." Leaning against his desk looking the attractive woman up and down. Her small and slender 25 year old, 5 foot 3 inch body frame was covered in the usual brown work boots and brown jump suit. Her name patch sewn onto the jump suit just above her left breast. Her blonde hair was gathered up in a bun with parts of the hair falling out brushing against her bare neck. Small beads of sweat rolling down her neck and face. Her facial structurewas perfect, a super model, to his standards that is. Bright green eyes with boobs that were . . . his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Imaging what she would look like naked. He opened his eyes, pushing himself off the desk and walked to her.
She had drifted off into her own debate of why she hated Rad and how terrible he was. Turning around when it felt like someone was right behind her. Her eyes slightly widened taking a step back, surprised when she'd seen he was so close. "You know," He said, "you look fine after just getting off work." Lifting his hand running his fingers along the free strands.
"You know," Looking up into Jenson's brown eyes, "You're wife will get very upset."
He leaned forward running his nose along her cheek and pulled back, "She can't get mad if she doesn't find out." Leaning down again and gently kissed her lips.
Cheryl whined through his mouth yanking her head back. "Jenson!"
"Oh come on Cheryl. You drive me crazy, just the site you turns me on."
"I don't do married guys." Turning around and walked out of the room shutting the door behind her.
"Fucking bitch." Turning around and walked to his desk, "What the fuck?" Lifting up papers. "Where the fuck are my keys?" That's when he heard the slightest jingle sound of a lost ring of keys coming from under his desk. "Huh?" Pulling the chair out and sluggishly got to his knees with a groan, crawling under the desk feeling for the keys. There was a movement.
Jenson squinted his eyes. A cat? He asked himself as the creature ran across the floor, his eyes widened in shock and surprise. Shock that such a . . . a creature was hiding under his desk. "What the . . . " Before he could think any more about it, it jumped for his face. His screams muffled withing seconds from the cat like creature smothering it's body across his entire face.
A dull padded thud echoed throughout the room from Jenson as the nerves in his body tensed and contracted making him slam onto the side of the desk, seconds later his limp body slid downwards and collapsed onto the floor.
Landry opened her eyes with a groan, her entire body aching, sore, and tired, feeling like somebody had lodged a rock deep in her throat. Tightening her eyes when a severe case of heartburn mysteriously came about and spread through her chest then realized she was in a dark room, it was pitch black. Where was the light?
Her brain telling her arm to move out, she felt the muscles tightened but it wouldn't move. Trying it again but her arm still wouldn't move. Why wasn't her arm moving? What was holding it down? Now trying her other arm, it also didn't move. Now moving her legs, they wouldn't move either. Moving different parts of her body but none would move, her body was pinned down by something. Now realizing she was being held up by something. She was able to tell from her feet not touching the floor. How did she get here?
Last remembering when that deformed cat thing jumped for her face and now, she somehow got here. Where was here anyway? How did she get here? There was a groan, it came from the front of her but above and sounded a few feet away. "Hello?" Landry croaked, her throat feeling stripped and raw.
"Ungh . . . " Replied the unseen person. Landry squinted her eyes as the heartburn got worse, it was spreading. Feeling something force it's way up her throat, slightly gagging pushing it up to her mouth and tasted it with her tongue since she couldn't touch it with her fingers to see what it was. It really didn't have a taste and was very thin, like it was a liquid. Tasting it again and realized it was blood. More forcing it's way up her throat. She spat the blood out letting her head fall forward squinting her eyes. The heartburn changed to pain. She didn't know why but it did. Throwing her head back screaming in agony. The pain was unbearable. What was doing this?
Her body went into a series of convulsions, her screams now gurgled from choking on her own blood. At the same time of her convulsions her chest bulged out then receded. The process proceeded three more times until her chest bursted. "Oh god. Oh god." The unseen person, a fellow colonist whimpered.
Landry letting out a high pitch scream, the highest her lungs have ever gotten before in her life. Then, her head fell forward and did not move. She was dead.
A little pink creature, covered in it's hosts blood, was almost the size of a adult cat. It's limbed (has arms and legs) body slithered about the open chest like a snake. "H-Hey," The colonist said, "Are you alright?"
The little creature hissed at the sound it heard then bit into the soft meat. Locking it's little but sharp jaws down then yanked it's head back tearing off a little piece of meat. It opened it's mouth widely at the large amount in it's jaws then began grinding it down it into little bits then finally, it swallowed. Lowering it's head back down and repeated the process until it got full.
Marsh tightly gripped his X-30 looking all around the room, he had been doing this for 30 minutes now. That's when something touched his shoulder. Marsh jumping to his feet with a yelp spinning around in mid-air and landed on his feet. "Whoa! Whoa!" Wiley yelled lifting up his palms to shoulder level walking backwards. Marsh breathed in and out, his weapon aimed, yet, it wasn't. "Marsh. It's me." Not moving a muscle letting his now paranoid friend calm down.
Marsh let out a deep sigh lowering his weapon, "Sorry." Sitting back on the floor Wiley also joining him. Marsh and Wiley looked like blood brothers. Both's body structure was almost built the same, not a lot of muscle but still enough to lift any heavy object. Their brown Technician jump suits were torn and stained. They both were pretty much level headed, meaning they stayed in reality most of the time but were open to the fact THAT an abnormal situation can happen. Which was something that was going on now. Though Marsh from time to time acted like he was some kind of uncivilized whatever and would act like a complete idiot.
"Just I have been on the edge since these damn bugs appeared."
Laying his right hand on Marsh's left shoulder, "That doesn't mean you're gonna go psycho on me?" Marsh glared at Wiley then smiled, chuckling at the same time. Wiley smiling back at his friend, "Come on," Pushing himself to his feet, "Let's eat."
"Eat?" Also pushing himself to his feet, "Only thing to eat is that shity ration military food." The two friends walking side by side to the next room, "Jesus. A fucking pig can get sick or even die eating that shit."
Wiley chuckled, "It's that pig killing shit that we have to live on until a rescue team get's here." Opening the plastic rectangular crate and pulled out a gray bag, turning around and threw it to Marsh.
"When do you think a rescue team will show up?" Marsh asked sitting on the floor and opened the ration.
Wiley grabbed his own ration and sat in front of his friend, "I'm not sure." Opening the bag and started rummaging through the items in the bag looking for the main course.
"Think anyone else is still alive?" Marsh asked opening his ration also looking for the main course.
"Might be." Finally finding the main course and started to open it, "We just have to look around and pray." Marsh finally finding his main course and opened the package, digging his two fingers into the bag. There was feeding utensils but Marsh was a man with little manners. Wiley though had grabbed a spoon and stuck it into the bag.
Marsh lifted his hand and was about to stuff himself with the nasty food until Wiley grabbed his hand, he gave a double look at the hand then looked at Wiley. Wiley let go of his hand, grabbed his spoon then lifted it into the air, food in the spoon, Marsh got the idea and did the same. "To Survival." Wiley said.
"To Survival." Marsh repeated, the two lowered their hands and brought the food to their mouths. Marsh just about to put it into his mouth until something dripped onto it. Pulling his hand away looking at what dripped onto his food. It was clear slime . . . or goo.
Wiley didn't take a bite out of his food but looked at what fell onto Marsh's food. More of the goo dripped in front of the two. The two both looked up at the same time, their eyes widened at the bug sticking it's head into the room. It's teeth bared with more goo dripping from it's mouth. The two screamed dropping their food and bolted out from underneath it. The bug dropped to the floor.
Marsh ran for his X-30 that he stupidly left in the other room, then, he fell to the floor. Seconds later a stabbing pain went shooting through both of his legs, turning his head around with a scream seeing why his legs were hurting.
Deciding the get the medic kit, he spun around but then jumped backwards at something in front of him, his heart dropped to the floor knowing he was fucked. The bug bared it's teeth hissing then lunged forward digging it's teeth into his face. Wiley didn't have time to scream, his limp body only falling backwards with the bug still attached to his face as it slammed his dead body onto the metal flooring. Marsh still screaming and throwing himself from side to side.
The bug walked forward on all fours bringing it's head to Marsh's head then stopped. Only a few inches from touching his skin it ran it's head along Marsh's head. Pulling it's head back then extended it's right front limb grabbing Marsh by the shoulder and dragged him along the floor. Walking to the open part of the ceiling it just crawled through, lifted it's free limb to the edge of the opening and pulled itself up carrying Marsh with it.