*Hello Alien and Predator fans and I'm back with a crazy story(Trying to work other Predator/Alien stories but with the heat going on, it can sometimes kill my mood on working on stories.) me and my friend, Samurai of honor Rachael, came up with. So the company got there hands on the gel that keeps the xenomorphs alive, right? What if...what if there was price for that? Well...I'll tell you. Say you're me in this story for example, the company retrieve you from a hospital while you were in a coma and injected the gel in your body to hopefully have you recover from your condition say a gunshot wound to the chest. It works but you haven't woken from your coma. So they play the waiting game...after maybe a week from a month or so, you wake up feeling good and you don't feel pain anymore however...you lost your sight and seem to be as blind as a bat. You start to panic and you start realize that something happened to you and it is beginning to change you slowly...but surely. Now...I've read alot of alien fanfics and there's not a single story(though I could be wrong) about the company using that gel on someone and aren't aware of the consequences it could lead to that person. Sure you can regenerate your wounds like a xenomorph but have you thought of the consequences of what it can to the human body and mind? That's something I always wondered if the company ever did use that gel on the soldiers. Also yes...it's somewhat inspired from the walking dead comics. Now...I read this awesome Alien story called Xenomorph, Emotion or instinct so this story is going to be some lemons but I have not determined how frequent it will be.)
Chapter 1
"Is the coma patient retrieved?"
"Affirmative."
"Good. Administer the xenomorph's gel to the wound."
"Processing...Administer substance complete. Recovery in progress."
"Good. We'll just to wait for him to wake up from his coma."
*A month and a week later*
"He hasn't waken up...hasn't he?"
"No..."
"I-"
*Crash!*
"What was that?!"
"It's coming from the patient's room! Move!"
"Yes, sir!"
(Dante's pov)
"Hello?! Anyone here?!" I shouted as I tried to get off the floor.
That's me. Dante Vera. 23 year old Hispanic mixed Caucasian who just woke up from a coma when I was shot by a Beretta when there was a gang war going on in the place I lived at when I wanted no part of the war. 10 rounds...I'm surprised I'm still alive cause being shot that many bullets could kill a human being if hit to the vital organs. The only issue is...I CAN'T FUCKING SEE! I'M BLIND!
I hear footsteps rushing to the room I'm at and heard a door quickly open as I heard a sigh from a man.
"Lower your weapons. It's the subject." I heard him say.
Subject?! I was experimented on?! What did they do to me?!
"But doctor..."
"It's alright. He won't be going anywhere. You just be sure the escaped hybrids and xenomorphs don't try to attack this facility. Capture them if you have to. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?"
Xenomorphs? So they do exist and not just some sort of horror movie?!
"Yes, sir."
Another set footsteps walked away from the man as I looked where the man was talking.
"Who the hell are you?" I growled.
"Who I am is irrelevant. All you need to know is that I saved your life from certain death."
"Saved my life? YOU MADE ME FUCKING BLIND!" I shouted at him.
"I understand your distress, Dante, but sometimes great things come at a price."
I growled as I looked away from the man as he said this...
"Stubborn...no matter. Get comfortable, Mr. Vera, cause in the next couple of hours we start some tests. Simple tests. ...Good day."
The man leaves me as he locks the door behind him with an electronic lock while I managed to find the bed and lay down on it...then I hear this voice...a calm woman's voice...talking through my mind.
"Child..."
I wake up from the voice in my head as I looked around thinking that someone was playing tricks on me. Turns out...I was wrong. Someone was actually talking to me through my mind...Let's see if I can do the same.
"Who...who are you?"
"I am Aloisia. A hybrid. Just like you. I feared that you may have drifted to the the afterlife when I couldn't get a response from you...no matter...I will help you escape from your prison, child, and once we escape...you will enjoy the new life."
"Wait...hybrid? What are you talking about? What do you mean I'm like you?"
She chuckles as I hear what sounded like lights flickering on and off then...
*POP!*
The sound of light bulb being shattered.
"All in due time, child..."
And the last thing I heard outside of the room was a loud...horrible scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
This can't be good...I hid under the blanket cowering in fear hoping that whatever was coming didn't get me...but I was wrong...dead wrong...cause whoever opened the door to my room...has found me...
