A story seen from the Xenomorph's side. Just for fun, not even sure I got an actual plot for it yet. o.o

I will probably not follow all rules perfectly, I enjoy the movies and games, but I am not a hardcore fan that knows everything about the genre. Fair warning.

May or may not continue.

The vague sensation of movement. The faint instincts kicking to life as she grew, safely hidden behind bone and flesh. Someone shrieking in her head, loud yet voiceless orders that didn't concern her but the adults of her kind. She still heard the commands though, without understanding the meaning of them.

The size of a human's lower arm, the worm-like creature turned in her home, consisting of nothing more than a simple human ribcage. Her host was moving around fast, its heart pumping faster than normal. The lump of muscle shared the narrow space with the chestburster, leaving the host with a poor excuse for a condition. Even its breathing was pressured, as one of the lungs couldn't entirely fit with the creature's tail in the way.

It was the stress levels that increased within the host that made the small alien wary. The instincts that had been small and in the back of her head, had suddenly pushed forward, making her stressed and agitated.

She could easily have spent another few hours in the host, safe and secure in her little pocket but it wasn't going to be possible. The host was freaking out, and it made her own instincts jump in warning. They goaded her into moving herself so she faced the big, flat bone in the area.

She suddenly pushed forward, revealing razor-sharp small teeth as her jaws clutched at the sternum, crushing and bending it. A scream erupted from somewhere above her, sending vibrations through the whole ribcage. The heartbeats she had always heard as slow and steady, increased to beyond bearable for the human body.

Another push and she managed to split the sternum into small flakes before tearing through flesh and skin. The slight shock of feeling air for the first time, coupled with the real smell of blood and human, made her shriek, twisting her body to the side.

The slow movement she had grown used to had increased tenfold, as the human toppled over to the floor on its back, the impact causing her to slide back into the hole in its chest. Once the movement had ended she crawled back out, pausing on top of the human's stomach for now.

Despite being nothing but a newly hatched xenomorph, she still held basic knowledge implanted from the Queen since the egg. This human she had hatched in was nothing but a worthless piece of flesh, only fit for hosting more of her kind or to feed on.

Instinct kicked in, forcing her away from the corpse, slithering forward as fast as her worm body would allow her which was quite fast actually. Her senses picked up every scent in the room, taking up the work that the eyes her kind lacked would normally handle.

Unfortunately the image they gave her was far from good. Her instinct told her to seek a hiding place, far away from the body she had hatched from and then seek out food to grow and shed. But this area lacked anything resembling her concept of a hideout. It was just a small, square room with no exits, shelves, panels or vents to hide or escape through.

With no option of escaping, her life might be over before it had really began. However, her kind's instincts were strong and things like this didn't stop them. Nothing short of death did. She lifted her head and what could resemble the neck from the floor, 'looking' around. Metal everywhere. The only thing that didn't consist of metal was the body she had grown in.

Normally, a hatchling wouldn't hide in the body they came from but it was the only choice that presented itself. The scent of the blood from the outside felt strange though and she could also feel the scent of herself. It was a bad sign, others could feel it too.

The youngling pulled away from the human's chest and the hole she had pondered crawling back into, scanning the rest of the human body. The lump of flesh was covered in something that wasn't filled with the scent of blood and trauma. She twisted down under the belt and crawled across the leg of the human, nestling between its skin and the fabric it was covered with.

Time passed, though she was unaware of exactly how much. The sudden vibration and sound of a door opening further off made her alert, her body tensing.

"So this is where he went," a voice filled the air, dark, meaning male. "Poor bastard thought he could run away. Shut the door after you, fast." The vibration briefly returned, followed by the sound of four feet heading towards her location.

"Hey, his chest… the xenomorph has already hatched," a second, also dark voice said. "Wait, there's no other ways out of here, it must be loose!"

"Don't panic, I've got this under control. Besides, it's just a chestburster. Not like it's an adult."

The xenomorph could pick up fear from one of them, while the other one was directly hostile. The hostile one seemed to be clad with heavier clothing, the vibrations he gave off when walking were certainly stronger. There was also the indirect scent of metal from the man. This was an armed human, her instincts told her that much. A soldier.

The other one however seemed to wear thinner clothes than the one she had hatched from and spoke in a stutter and his voice more frightened than the other. So he wasn't a threat to her existence at the moment.

"So where is it?" the worker squeezed out in concern, looking around nervously. He was clutching his white scientist robe, looking around with wide open eyes. The marine tapped his rifle, watching the motion detector with a careless eye.

"Must have returned into the corpse. Those buggers like shelter and there's none of that elsewhere in the room," he said, sticking the point of the rifle down at the hole in the man's chest.

When nothing happened he pulled it back with a frown, before shaking the mucus off the muzzle, his gesture saying he had been doing this for a long while.

"Ok, doc, use the device. I ain't got all day and this little bug has had its fun," he shrugged, as the scientist next to him swallowed once before pulling out a thick data pad from his chest pocket. He punched in a code before clicking the 'go' button.

The xenomorph's world turned upside down, pain blinding all its senses and its faint connection to the hive and Queen. She shrieked in agonizing pain, twisting and turning in its hideout.

"What the…" the marine muttered as both could easily hear where the chestburster was. He moved to the leg of the corpse before giving it a light kick, producing another shriek from the hatchling.

"Keep the device running, doc," he said as he bent down, putting his rifle to the side before pulling out a very thick glove from his belt. When put on his right hand, he stuck it inside the corpse's pants from its foot. He easily snatched the disorientated and screaming xenomorph, holding it in a steady grip where it couldn't whip its strong tail or bite at him.

The scientist waited for the marine's nod before turning the device off, causing the xenomorph to relax but only for awhile. Now when her senses worked again, she realized what situation she was in, causing her to hiss in rage. All instincts pointed at fighting and killing but when caught like this, it wasn't possible.

"Squeal all you want, bitch, ain't gonna help you," the marine grinned, amused at her fighting. He glanced over at the scientist before looking down at the corpse.

"Well, we should head to your playground, I believe. We got what we wanted and someone else can clean this mess up," he shrugged, before heading towards the door. The scientist followed quickly, fast with opening it.

Thank you for reading.