The Bleeding
Chapter One: Broken Families
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Notes: Okay, yes I am crazy but this is a Pitch Black/Aliens/Predator crossover.
PLEASE I NEED FEED BACK!!!
This story starts about seven months after Alien Resurrection.
No place left to run, all they could do was pray and hide...
Something, Call was sure Ellen would have called guilt, coursed
through her tiny Synth frame as she pressed her pale white hand over
Ellen's mouth to muffling a groan of agony as she pushed in
time with another contraction. The second in as many minutes. The
plastic bags of trash, that they were resting on, shifted slightly as
Ellen lurched forward, strained, then fell back into her Lover's
arms, resting her head on Call's slight breasts.
"You're doing fine," Call whispered into Ellen's ear lovingly, while
stroking hair thick curly brown hair in a feeble attempt to comfort
Ellen's pain. As attentive as Call was being Ellen could hear
distraction in her Lover's voice.
Call's head shot up, as the sounds of a vehicle approaching caught
her attention. "What?" Ellen managed between tired ragged breaths.
Call said nothing, tuning out every sound but Ellen's heartbeat and
the sound of the vehicle. She hoped for it to pass, but it didn't.
It pulled into the alley and stopped. Call noted, the glow from the
vehicle's headlights penetrating through small holes in the closed
lid of the dumpster.
Another contraction hit. Ellen bit down on her bottom lip, in an
attempt to silence the scream building in her throat. A small
trickle of crimson rolled down her chin and dripped on to her dirty
sweat shirt, burning a hole clean through it. Call gently pulled her
Lover closer.
"Check everything, this is the only place they could be..." Call
sighed her defeat, she knew it was over, they were dead. After seven
months of planet hopping and running from SEALs, Mercs and Marines,
it was all going to come to an end, a bloody one to be sure, in an alley
dumpster.
Decision time.
Call withdrew the gun that had served them so well over the last few
months from the holster strapped on her thigh. Ellen glared at the
weapon as another wave of pain rolled over her body. Checking the
clip, Call was both pleased and disheartened to find only two bullets
remaining.
Go out with a fight or murder-suicide? All she needed were the two
bullets for the later, one bullet for Ellen and one for herself. The
Baby was gone already.
With her hearing, Call had known for weeks that the Baby's heartbeat
was irregular, but she'd hoped it was a correctable problem.
Something that they could deal with once they had reached the
relative safety of the Odessa Colony. She had been hesitant to tell
Ellen though. The woman was under enough stress, the last thing Call
wanted to do was compound her agony by telling her the Baby was ill.
But as soon as Ellen went into labor, Call heard the baby's heartbeat
stop.
Call fingered the trigger. Her original protocol programing had
prohibited her from hurting, harming or killing a human, but she'd
overridden that months ago. Killing, especially to protect Ellen,
had become like second nature to her. Ellen would understand,
possibly even welcome, Call deciding to kill them. Ending their
misery. Shit, looking back on things now, she wondered why they
hadn't thought about doing it long ago?
The answer to that question came to Call just as a long curly brown
lock of hair brushing against her cheek as Ellen rolled her head from
side to side while writhing in agony, trying her damnedest not to
scream. The answer was simple, they loved each other. Killing Ellen
was beyond her, even if it meant an end to the suffering and pain. A
damn clone and a synth in love. It almost made her want to laugh.
"HOLY SHIT SARGE!!!" Both Call and Ellen's heads snapped to
attention upon hearing the terrified trimmer in the voice of a
Solider. A thunderous shower of gunfire suddenly exploded in the
alley. Call pulled Ellen closer to her as she dragged them deeper
into the dumpster.
The painful screams of the soldiers began to overwhelm the sounds of
gunfire, as one by one the soldiers were being picked off by another
group. Call focused her attentions on this new threat. She counted
seven ... heartbeats? Beating with the power of cannon blasts.
"What ... the ..." Call's breath caught in her throat as she listened
to the sounds of bones being blown to splinters by high caliber laser
fire. Each new blast silenced another screaming Soldier's voice.
A final shot rang out. A final scream rose up. Then, silence. The eerie calm
that followed chilled Call to her synthetic bones.
" ... so human." Ellen whispered on a ribbon thin breath.
She'd had so many nightmares about what her child would
look like. Never in her wildest dreams or wishes had she
dared to imagine that he would be so completely human.
Call said nothing, uncertain if it was safe enough to speak yet.
And even if it was what do you say to comfort a Mother, the woman you
love, holding the lifeless body of her newborn child?
Ellen looked at the child's face, which was covered in murky fluids.
He was unbelievably beautiful. So small, so perfect. Dark satin curls
rested atop his perfectly round head. His eyes were shut tight, and
she fought the urge to open them in order to find out their color.
His face was sweeter then any other she'd ever seen.
He was so human ... and so very dead.
Ellen had no tears left to cry, even for her own child. Only a weak
sob escaped her throat. She silently prayed that who ever found
them would kill her quickly, end her never-ending suffering.
Call, listened. There was nothing, but the beating of seven powerful
hearts and...
Suddenly, the lid of dumpster flew open. Call raised her gun, ready for
a fight. She knew that a battle with these newcomers would be futile,
still she would not give up without a fight.
A milli-second before she squeezed the trigger, Call felt the gun
pulled from her hand. "Do not say a word." To Call's surprise a young
girl, no older than fourteen, with a rather harsh accent was looking
down at them. Her fire red hair was braided close to her scalp in ten
neat cornrows. Her face was kind, but within the depths of the child's
eyes Call could see a horrid darkness. Odder still was the burn mark
just between her red eyebrows in the shape of a tear. It seemed purposely
placed on her other wise flawless face.
"Who are you?" Call demanded.
The girl smiled, but didn't respond to the question. "Leave the infant,"
the girl ordered sternly.
If looks could kill, the one Ellen shot the young redhead would
have stopped her heart right there on the spot and teleported her
directly to the morgue. "Never!" Ellen fired back.
The Youth looked to the calmer of the pair, "It is safe, but that
will change. You must leave ... now." Call glared at her for a moment
longer, finally she nodded and locked her hands around the baby.
Ellen fought Call with every ounce of strength she had left. It was
a fruitless battle. Call quickly relieved Ellen of the Baby
and placed it on a nearby bag of trash.
Ellen's protests were silenced by the sight of her child laying
lifeless on the heaping pile of garbage. He was gone. All the
screaming and begging in the universe would not bring him back.
Ellen was the last one to crawl out. Call steadied her weakened
Lover as best she could while they made their way to the Marine's
vehicle. Marines that were no longer an issue, Call realized as she
scanned the alley walls, now painted red with the blood of the
Soldiers.
Call looked back at the redheaded girl still standing calmly by the
dumpster. Only at that moment did Call notice the girl's
leather pants and mesh top were covered in blood. A rifle
was strapped to her back and a wide circular blade rested
against her left hip, fastened in place by a leather strap.
Had she... a child, committed this level of violence alone?
No, the thunderous heartbeats of the other seven beings
Call had picked on during the battle were still close by.
She was sure the girl played a part in the carnage but only a small
one. The others had done most of the work.
Call's eyes lingered on the redhead a moment longer than the child
seemed to care for. Almost making a show of it, she pointed to the
Hum Vee. "They will come for you and take you away. Leave now."
She ordered in a commanding voice no one that young should have.
Call said no more, simply nodded and half dragged Ellen to the Hum
Vee, shoving her inside the back and covering her with a jacket one
of the soldiers had left inside. Slamming the door shut, Call jogged
around to the driver's seat. As she settled behind the wheel she
took one last look at the young girl, still standing by the
dumpster. "Thank you." She whispered, knowing the girl could not
hear her, but feeling the need to say it anyway.
The young redhead watched the Hum Vee back out of the alley and speed
away, heading south on the street that the alley opened to. A small smile
crossed her face, they were gone, safe for now. Half her mission
complete.
Now for the other half.
She hadn't much time. After all that gunfire, she was sure someone
would call the Authorities, if they hadn't already.
Reaching into the dumpster, she recovered the lifeless infant.
Cradling him in one arm, she pulled a small flat triangular shaped
piece of metal from her pants pocket, resting it on the his chest.
As soon as she pulled her hand away, the silvery metal fanned out
into a circle as it began to spin. A holographic image of the
child's failed heart appeared before her. It was as she thought, the
boy had a massive hole in his septum.
She yanked her weapon from it's holster on her back with her free
hand, allowing it to fall to ground with an echoing thud. Knelling
down beside it, she flipped open the side compartment exposing five
small tubes of brightly colored liquids along with a rather ominous
looking needle. She recovered the syringe and loaded it with a
glowing green substance. Skillfully, she plunged the needle into the
infant's chest, not stopping until it showed up in the center of the
holographic image of his heart.
Gently, she maneuvered the tip of the needle into the center of
his damaged septum. Content that she reached her mark, she pressed the
injection button with her thumb, flooding his tiny heart with the
green fluid.
Without taking her eyes off the hologram, she patiently waited
to see if the procedure was successful. After a moment, the
liquid turned a murky brown, filling in the giant hole in
his septum. A few moments later his heart spasmed then stilled
again.
She didn't move, only continued to watch his progress. There was
another spasm, stronger than the first. Followed by another, then
another. The corners of her thin lips quirked upwards as his heart
finally fell into a normal rhythm.
"Tovik." She whispered. The hologram vanished and a read out
appeared. She scanned the information, forcing herself to hold off
on rejoicing until she was certain he had no other problems.
There were none. He would be fine.
"Etamitla Ooman." She whispered joyously as she snatched the spinning
metal disc from his chest. Her smiled faded as she heard the sounds
of sirens approaching. She looked up at the roof tops and saw
nothing, as she had expected. They were satisfied, it was time to say
goodbye to her young patient.
For now...
She looked down at him, he was odd to her eyes, but surreally
beautiful. She dreaded having to let go of him. Had she become
attached to him already? The others would think her weak if they
knew. They never would.
As she gently lowered him back into the trash, the child's eyes
fluttered open. He shouldn't have had the strength to do that yet,
so when she noticed she almost dropped him as she gasped in surprise.
He was strong, her Father had chosen well. "Com jetty, Ooman Yew."
She spoke to him in her softest tone as she looked into his big light
brown eyes. "Com jetty, Ooman Yew... We will meet again young man."
With a heavy heart she placed him on a bag of trash, then climbed out
of the dumpster. She left the cord around his neck, that would
insure the Authorities would get him to a medical facility quickly.
She knew it best to leave the lid open, making him easier to find.
Hastily, she recovered her gun then retreated into the shadows where
her family waited for her.
Chapter One: Broken Families
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Notes: Okay, yes I am crazy but this is a Pitch Black/Aliens/Predator crossover.
PLEASE I NEED FEED BACK!!!
This story starts about seven months after Alien Resurrection.
No place left to run, all they could do was pray and hide...
Something, Call was sure Ellen would have called guilt, coursed
through her tiny Synth frame as she pressed her pale white hand over
Ellen's mouth to muffling a groan of agony as she pushed in
time with another contraction. The second in as many minutes. The
plastic bags of trash, that they were resting on, shifted slightly as
Ellen lurched forward, strained, then fell back into her Lover's
arms, resting her head on Call's slight breasts.
"You're doing fine," Call whispered into Ellen's ear lovingly, while
stroking hair thick curly brown hair in a feeble attempt to comfort
Ellen's pain. As attentive as Call was being Ellen could hear
distraction in her Lover's voice.
Call's head shot up, as the sounds of a vehicle approaching caught
her attention. "What?" Ellen managed between tired ragged breaths.
Call said nothing, tuning out every sound but Ellen's heartbeat and
the sound of the vehicle. She hoped for it to pass, but it didn't.
It pulled into the alley and stopped. Call noted, the glow from the
vehicle's headlights penetrating through small holes in the closed
lid of the dumpster.
Another contraction hit. Ellen bit down on her bottom lip, in an
attempt to silence the scream building in her throat. A small
trickle of crimson rolled down her chin and dripped on to her dirty
sweat shirt, burning a hole clean through it. Call gently pulled her
Lover closer.
"Check everything, this is the only place they could be..." Call
sighed her defeat, she knew it was over, they were dead. After seven
months of planet hopping and running from SEALs, Mercs and Marines,
it was all going to come to an end, a bloody one to be sure, in an alley
dumpster.
Decision time.
Call withdrew the gun that had served them so well over the last few
months from the holster strapped on her thigh. Ellen glared at the
weapon as another wave of pain rolled over her body. Checking the
clip, Call was both pleased and disheartened to find only two bullets
remaining.
Go out with a fight or murder-suicide? All she needed were the two
bullets for the later, one bullet for Ellen and one for herself. The
Baby was gone already.
With her hearing, Call had known for weeks that the Baby's heartbeat
was irregular, but she'd hoped it was a correctable problem.
Something that they could deal with once they had reached the
relative safety of the Odessa Colony. She had been hesitant to tell
Ellen though. The woman was under enough stress, the last thing Call
wanted to do was compound her agony by telling her the Baby was ill.
But as soon as Ellen went into labor, Call heard the baby's heartbeat
stop.
Call fingered the trigger. Her original protocol programing had
prohibited her from hurting, harming or killing a human, but she'd
overridden that months ago. Killing, especially to protect Ellen,
had become like second nature to her. Ellen would understand,
possibly even welcome, Call deciding to kill them. Ending their
misery. Shit, looking back on things now, she wondered why they
hadn't thought about doing it long ago?
The answer to that question came to Call just as a long curly brown
lock of hair brushing against her cheek as Ellen rolled her head from
side to side while writhing in agony, trying her damnedest not to
scream. The answer was simple, they loved each other. Killing Ellen
was beyond her, even if it meant an end to the suffering and pain. A
damn clone and a synth in love. It almost made her want to laugh.
"HOLY SHIT SARGE!!!" Both Call and Ellen's heads snapped to
attention upon hearing the terrified trimmer in the voice of a
Solider. A thunderous shower of gunfire suddenly exploded in the
alley. Call pulled Ellen closer to her as she dragged them deeper
into the dumpster.
The painful screams of the soldiers began to overwhelm the sounds of
gunfire, as one by one the soldiers were being picked off by another
group. Call focused her attentions on this new threat. She counted
seven ... heartbeats? Beating with the power of cannon blasts.
"What ... the ..." Call's breath caught in her throat as she listened
to the sounds of bones being blown to splinters by high caliber laser
fire. Each new blast silenced another screaming Soldier's voice.
A final shot rang out. A final scream rose up. Then, silence. The eerie calm
that followed chilled Call to her synthetic bones.
" ... so human." Ellen whispered on a ribbon thin breath.
She'd had so many nightmares about what her child would
look like. Never in her wildest dreams or wishes had she
dared to imagine that he would be so completely human.
Call said nothing, uncertain if it was safe enough to speak yet.
And even if it was what do you say to comfort a Mother, the woman you
love, holding the lifeless body of her newborn child?
Ellen looked at the child's face, which was covered in murky fluids.
He was unbelievably beautiful. So small, so perfect. Dark satin curls
rested atop his perfectly round head. His eyes were shut tight, and
she fought the urge to open them in order to find out their color.
His face was sweeter then any other she'd ever seen.
He was so human ... and so very dead.
Ellen had no tears left to cry, even for her own child. Only a weak
sob escaped her throat. She silently prayed that who ever found
them would kill her quickly, end her never-ending suffering.
Call, listened. There was nothing, but the beating of seven powerful
hearts and...
Suddenly, the lid of dumpster flew open. Call raised her gun, ready for
a fight. She knew that a battle with these newcomers would be futile,
still she would not give up without a fight.
A milli-second before she squeezed the trigger, Call felt the gun
pulled from her hand. "Do not say a word." To Call's surprise a young
girl, no older than fourteen, with a rather harsh accent was looking
down at them. Her fire red hair was braided close to her scalp in ten
neat cornrows. Her face was kind, but within the depths of the child's
eyes Call could see a horrid darkness. Odder still was the burn mark
just between her red eyebrows in the shape of a tear. It seemed purposely
placed on her other wise flawless face.
"Who are you?" Call demanded.
The girl smiled, but didn't respond to the question. "Leave the infant,"
the girl ordered sternly.
If looks could kill, the one Ellen shot the young redhead would
have stopped her heart right there on the spot and teleported her
directly to the morgue. "Never!" Ellen fired back.
The Youth looked to the calmer of the pair, "It is safe, but that
will change. You must leave ... now." Call glared at her for a moment
longer, finally she nodded and locked her hands around the baby.
Ellen fought Call with every ounce of strength she had left. It was
a fruitless battle. Call quickly relieved Ellen of the Baby
and placed it on a nearby bag of trash.
Ellen's protests were silenced by the sight of her child laying
lifeless on the heaping pile of garbage. He was gone. All the
screaming and begging in the universe would not bring him back.
Ellen was the last one to crawl out. Call steadied her weakened
Lover as best she could while they made their way to the Marine's
vehicle. Marines that were no longer an issue, Call realized as she
scanned the alley walls, now painted red with the blood of the
Soldiers.
Call looked back at the redheaded girl still standing calmly by the
dumpster. Only at that moment did Call notice the girl's
leather pants and mesh top were covered in blood. A rifle
was strapped to her back and a wide circular blade rested
against her left hip, fastened in place by a leather strap.
Had she... a child, committed this level of violence alone?
No, the thunderous heartbeats of the other seven beings
Call had picked on during the battle were still close by.
She was sure the girl played a part in the carnage but only a small
one. The others had done most of the work.
Call's eyes lingered on the redhead a moment longer than the child
seemed to care for. Almost making a show of it, she pointed to the
Hum Vee. "They will come for you and take you away. Leave now."
She ordered in a commanding voice no one that young should have.
Call said no more, simply nodded and half dragged Ellen to the Hum
Vee, shoving her inside the back and covering her with a jacket one
of the soldiers had left inside. Slamming the door shut, Call jogged
around to the driver's seat. As she settled behind the wheel she
took one last look at the young girl, still standing by the
dumpster. "Thank you." She whispered, knowing the girl could not
hear her, but feeling the need to say it anyway.
The young redhead watched the Hum Vee back out of the alley and speed
away, heading south on the street that the alley opened to. A small smile
crossed her face, they were gone, safe for now. Half her mission
complete.
Now for the other half.
She hadn't much time. After all that gunfire, she was sure someone
would call the Authorities, if they hadn't already.
Reaching into the dumpster, she recovered the lifeless infant.
Cradling him in one arm, she pulled a small flat triangular shaped
piece of metal from her pants pocket, resting it on the his chest.
As soon as she pulled her hand away, the silvery metal fanned out
into a circle as it began to spin. A holographic image of the
child's failed heart appeared before her. It was as she thought, the
boy had a massive hole in his septum.
She yanked her weapon from it's holster on her back with her free
hand, allowing it to fall to ground with an echoing thud. Knelling
down beside it, she flipped open the side compartment exposing five
small tubes of brightly colored liquids along with a rather ominous
looking needle. She recovered the syringe and loaded it with a
glowing green substance. Skillfully, she plunged the needle into the
infant's chest, not stopping until it showed up in the center of the
holographic image of his heart.
Gently, she maneuvered the tip of the needle into the center of
his damaged septum. Content that she reached her mark, she pressed the
injection button with her thumb, flooding his tiny heart with the
green fluid.
Without taking her eyes off the hologram, she patiently waited
to see if the procedure was successful. After a moment, the
liquid turned a murky brown, filling in the giant hole in
his septum. A few moments later his heart spasmed then stilled
again.
She didn't move, only continued to watch his progress. There was
another spasm, stronger than the first. Followed by another, then
another. The corners of her thin lips quirked upwards as his heart
finally fell into a normal rhythm.
"Tovik." She whispered. The hologram vanished and a read out
appeared. She scanned the information, forcing herself to hold off
on rejoicing until she was certain he had no other problems.
There were none. He would be fine.
"Etamitla Ooman." She whispered joyously as she snatched the spinning
metal disc from his chest. Her smiled faded as she heard the sounds
of sirens approaching. She looked up at the roof tops and saw
nothing, as she had expected. They were satisfied, it was time to say
goodbye to her young patient.
For now...
She looked down at him, he was odd to her eyes, but surreally
beautiful. She dreaded having to let go of him. Had she become
attached to him already? The others would think her weak if they
knew. They never would.
As she gently lowered him back into the trash, the child's eyes
fluttered open. He shouldn't have had the strength to do that yet,
so when she noticed she almost dropped him as she gasped in surprise.
He was strong, her Father had chosen well. "Com jetty, Ooman Yew."
She spoke to him in her softest tone as she looked into his big light
brown eyes. "Com jetty, Ooman Yew... We will meet again young man."
With a heavy heart she placed him on a bag of trash, then climbed out
of the dumpster. She left the cord around his neck, that would
insure the Authorities would get him to a medical facility quickly.
She knew it best to leave the lid open, making him easier to find.
Hastily, she recovered her gun then retreated into the shadows where
her family waited for her.