fuck... fuck... fuck... was all the marine could mumble as he sat against a wall under a dim light.
his squad was gone. or at least. they would be. he heard the last scream come from the darkness
and clutched his pistol hard. all he had was a pistol. he knew he stood no chance of survival.
hearing the scream end. he slowly brought the pistol to his head. he cried silent tears. then
came the hissing. he looked up and saw the being made of pure fear and suffering that
had took all their lives. he saw the light reflect off its skin. ready to strike him. but a strange.
growl. interrupted it. a large outline could be seen in the darkness. he heard the aliens body
snap like a toothpick and thrown to the side. the large figure came into view. he had seen
something. much similar to this thing. large. metal armor. scales and clawed hands. he had see
one. only much smaller compared to this one. the figure walked to him. seemingly gliding
over the floor. kneeling down to his height. observing him. he put his finger over the trigger.
ready to end it before this thing could mutilate him. while he was afraid he felt a strange
feeling of marvel and admiration for the thing before him. feeling eyes on him made him feel
a form of security. strange and alien. but a feeling of warmth and kindness was there.
which he was happy to have. the creature slowly raised its hand and took the gun away. seeming
to know what it was for. he looked the thing over. very muscular. and seemed to be a
cross between a human and a dinosaur. he was alarmed when he raised a hand to his head
and grasped his neck. wait. he? he himself was unsure how he made that connection.
but he supposed it was better than calling him an it. so he came to that conclusion. now
to answer the question of why he was seeming to examine his head. slowly turning it back
and fourth and side to side. he withdrew his hand and stood up. staring down at him.
starting to walk off. but he stopped and looked back at him. beckoning him to come
he slowly got up and joined him. he gave him a pulse rifle. the marine was confused as to why
he had it. but he was glad to have some form of protection. … and a chance to raise hell on those xeno bastards. With that in his mind. He fallowed his new ally out of the room. Seeing a small ray of hop that he might make it out alive.
And so my first avp story. I wont continue unless you guys want me to. Send me ideas for the story you want. And flame me if you like.
