ALIEN 5
ALL NEW; characters, everything, EXCEPT FOR RIPLEY!!!
Content Warning: This story is rated R for a reason. It is extremely violent and scary. If you would not be allowed to see the movie, I wouldn't recommend my story. You have been warned.
Setting: Earth, FINALLY!! In: NASA Space station, 3100, A.D.
"Scott!" the scientist shouted. Get your ass over here!"
"Yes sir. What is it?" Ryan Scott replied, obediently to his boss.
"It's Ripley. She's trying to escape again."
"I don't know why you keep her captive, she's only-" Scott was cut off.
"ONLY THE GREATEST, MOST DANGEROUS WEAPON THE US-NO, the WORLD-- HAS GOT! SO GO STOP HER, GOD DAMNIT!" His boss shuddered. Scott was far stupider than he realized. He didn't know what Ripley had done. She set fire to NASA and killed off the last Alien the world had. But now, he found that she could produce a signal-a signal to call them, wherever they are. All records were lost, ever since she had killed herself when the real Bishop arrived. They were finally going to get an alien- or so they hoped.
"Yes sir." Scott replied in a quiet voice. He scurried away to Ripley's cell. "Click." He pressed "security lock" and "safety zone." Sometimes he actually felt bad for Ripley. However, she was a hell of a basketball player, or so he heard. Walking back with his coffee, he passed her window. He saw her looking at him. "Or was that her?" he wondered, doing a double-take. "She's not trying to escape-" his thinking was cut off by shattering glass that ripped through his skin, pinning him to the floor.
Ripley got up out of the wreckage and walked away.
END OF PROLOGUE
Content Warning: This story is rated R for a reason. It is extremely violent and scary. If you would not be allowed to see the movie, I wouldn't recommend my story. You have been warned.
Setting: Earth, FINALLY!! In: NASA Space station, 3100, A.D.
"Scott!" the scientist shouted. Get your ass over here!"
"Yes sir. What is it?" Ryan Scott replied, obediently to his boss.
"It's Ripley. She's trying to escape again."
"I don't know why you keep her captive, she's only-" Scott was cut off.
"ONLY THE GREATEST, MOST DANGEROUS WEAPON THE US-NO, the WORLD-- HAS GOT! SO GO STOP HER, GOD DAMNIT!" His boss shuddered. Scott was far stupider than he realized. He didn't know what Ripley had done. She set fire to NASA and killed off the last Alien the world had. But now, he found that she could produce a signal-a signal to call them, wherever they are. All records were lost, ever since she had killed herself when the real Bishop arrived. They were finally going to get an alien- or so they hoped.
"Yes sir." Scott replied in a quiet voice. He scurried away to Ripley's cell. "Click." He pressed "security lock" and "safety zone." Sometimes he actually felt bad for Ripley. However, she was a hell of a basketball player, or so he heard. Walking back with his coffee, he passed her window. He saw her looking at him. "Or was that her?" he wondered, doing a double-take. "She's not trying to escape-" his thinking was cut off by shattering glass that ripped through his skin, pinning him to the floor.
Ripley got up out of the wreckage and walked away.
END OF PROLOGUE