Alone

Disclaimer- I don't own H.R. Giger's wonderful creation, and I unfortunately don't own Fox.

A/N- Hello and welcome to my very first fanfic! I've been tossing this idea around for a pretty long while, occasionally writing things down. Hopefully it doesn't suck too much…even if it does, my self-confidence is already dead and buried along with some Dodo remains. So flames can do nothing to me! I am INVINCIBLE! HA! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Italics indicate thoughts (mindspeech to the Aliens).

WARNING: Violence in this chapter. Swearing and more violence will become prevalent in later chappies. Also, in later chapters, Alien x human romance. There will be a good warning when that happens, so you can read to your heart's content now.

===

I will never forget my first human kill.

I hid above them, in the shadows, inside their own craft! Sisters were nestled with me, alert and tensed as we heard the sounds of movement.

I searched with my echo vision, pinging high pitched sounds to see, and saw my first images of humans.

They looked so weak, then. I almost laughed. Their skin seemed so soft, so delicate, that the very air could rend it. My carapace was a hundred times more protective than their hides.

Noises…they made such strange sounds. Communication I assumed, like when we talk through the Queen, the Mother. But with their voices? I found myself wondering how they could serve their own Queen from any distance. Sound did not travel well for communication. Mindspeech did.

Did humans even have mindspeech? I cocked my head, and…yes…there was something…

Fear, panic, fear Aliens here, will I get home, oh please God, don't let any of us die I want to live I want to go home I want to live! I remember /flash of a young one emerging from a host, for some reason this creature was more feared by that than the warriors/ I can't end up like that, not here, not here…Swerita, you better get your ass over there, can't panic, troops need me, oh God I'm gonna die…fear, panic, fear—

I pulled away, disgusted. They almost were afraid so greatly that they wouldn't carry out their duty to their Queen? I felt a surge of hormones…anger. They didn't deserve to live if they didn't serve their Hive. We killed those too weak, too injured, to serve. Those who did nothing were nothing.

My thoughts were interrupted, as I felt a sudden wave of heat, warmth.

The humans had entered.

Every instinct in my body urged me to attack that flesh, that warm, soft flesh. But I held fast to the ceiling. My siblings didn't even stir. They waited, patient because they would not, could not, do anything if the Queen did not order it.

I strained my mind, trying desperately to wish the order into existence. I felt Mother's amusement at my anticipation.

The order then came clear.

Attack, children of the Hive!
I fell with twenty of my kin, screeching madness, and then came a glorious, glorious scent. It filled me with primitive pleasure. It came from the humans, and it primed me, excited me like no other.

Fear. The Humans' fear was able to be smelled.

My siblings bayed for blood, and slashed with claw and tail, tearing sweet flesh with steel jaws, roaring, deafening in their frenzy, but it was a pleasurable madness. For a moment, I was confused by the noise and the high hormonal frequency.

But then the warmth of one human spread.

Blood. I lusted for it.

Lunging wildly at a human, I bit its neck with my inner mouth. It let out a loud, piercing noise, and flailed helplessly. My inner mouth had gone through to the other side of the neck. The human no longer moved.

Blood. I had not tasted fresh, warm blood such as this since I was a youngling. It glorified me, thrilled me, and filled me with a horrible, evil bliss. It was wrong, wrong to kill this thing, this life.

But it felt so wonderful.

I was surprised to see myself ripping at the carcass, devouring the hot entrails of the life I killed. I pulled away suddenly, no longer filled with the ecstasy that mangling the human body had given me. I felt…horrified. Sickened.

I ended a life. A life like mine, like Mother's.

I had killed.

I…

Instinct returned when a sharp pain hit my shoulder. Glancing quickly to the origin of my sudden discomfort, I saw a lone human, holding some sort of metallic rod that fired smaller spheres at high speeds. At speeds high enough to cut through even my carapace.

With a cry of pain and anger, I threw myself at the meat. I launched my tail forward, into its leg. It screamed, and I removed my tail.

It was wet with blood.

I did not finish that one. One of my sisters lunged into it and ripped off its face skin with her inner mouth.

My children, you kill well, but we need live ones for the next generation, Mother's voice ordered. Bring some Humans back to the Hive alive.

My sister stopped consuming the flesh of the downed human, and to my great surprise, it seemed as though it still lived. It screamed, of course, the seemingly natural human reaction to pain, but its heart still pounded.

I found a collection of smaller humans in an area and alerted my siblings of my find. The small humans screeched and vainly beat at our carapaces as we carried them away in strong arms.

I felt a strange thing as I watched my sisters swoop down and grab the screaming human children, a hole in my stomach, yet there was nothing there. I wanted to release these humans.

Duty to Mother…duty to the Hive…

I stepped back from my feelings and grabbed a human, ignoring all mindspeech from it.

Meat.

Nothing but meat.

The one I carried was female. It had done hardly anything but glare at me. A few drops of salt water spilled from its eyes, but it did not struggle madly nor screech so loudly it blinded some echo vision, like the others did.

I wonder if these are human younglings? I asked a sister. She snorted approval.

Good. Young meat is always the most fresh. It is good meat. Our younglings will feast well.

Yes, I replied. A part of me screamed in horror at this small female human exploding with the force of a youngling's birth. The rest of me attempted to stamp that out.

I wonder if Mother will be so kind as to let us devour some of this meat ourselves, the sister continued. Her mouth watered. I had not tasted human flesh this battle. Have you?

I hesitated, remembering the way the human writhed and cried out in pain.

I tasted human flesh, sister. I gorged upon a carcass.

She smiled at me. Ah, I envy you. Human is the greatest of all meat. And one day we will eat human every sunrise, for they will relent and become nothing but food and hosts!

Yes, sister. I stared at the human girl in my arms. I had, like Mother told my siblings to, injected her with toxins using the tip of my tail, rendering her asleep. Her arms had reflexively wrapped around my neck.

One day, when there is enough death, the humans will relent.