WARNING: CH.1 CURSING, THOUGHTS OF MURDER AND SUICIDE, CANNIBLISM

CH.1 WELCOME HOME

Ever feel as if you don't belong as if you wished you could run away and get away from it all? If you could change one thing what would it be? Myra wished for all of it. Death, to run away, be normal, not to be something everyone seemed afraid of. She sat in her "room" which had windows that made a square box. A bed and a toilet were all she had in there besides the clothes on her back. She saw the way the scientists, white coats, stared at her, scared, horrified, unsure.

They knew she could snap. Only part human…what they had done to her made sure she could never have a normal life ever. To be normal was too much to ask. Wasn't it?

She had no parents just a test tube that gave her life. Have you ever felt so cold? So alone? She was so used to it she became numb to it. She knew no love, no kindness, she became emotionless. There was nothing for her to be happy about or for. The white coats made sure she stayed docile, so they could enter her box taking whatever they pleased from her. Many scars littered her body from so many tests. Many of them agonizing.

Golden eyes snapped up to the door as her "creator", Mr. Weyland, himself entered. She said nothing watching him. He tapped on the glass smiling. "How are you 001?"

She hated being called that. She felt owned. Myra was of her own making. Something she could say she owned. Snarling at him she showed off her pointed teeth. Sharp, meant for ripping, tearing, crunching through bones. They should know they had neglected to feed her one time the poor bastard that entered her room hadn't just been torn apart, maimed, killed but eaten. There hadn't been a trace of him except the blood that adorned the glass, floors, her bed, toilet, not to mention the blood that had been all over her clothes and face.

She said nothing making the mad smirk. "Well good news is you're going to come with me on a special field trip, I may even take off your chains, depending if you're a good girl."

She blinked slowly at that. She seemed to be in thought then gave a nod.

However, she didn't consider being locked up in a room on a boat heading to who knows were off the chains. It was just another prison! She went to the bathroom to take a hot shower for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Her black hair was very shiny with green tips. Her skin was a dark tan with a hint of yellow and what stood out where her eyes. Gold. Growling she broke the mirror. Monster…she was nothing but a monster. Ignoring the stinging pain in her hand or how golden yellow blood ran to the floor she did notice however a hissing sound.

This was new or maybe she never noticed before. Her blood had made holes in the ground. Not good. If it reached the bottom of the ship, they'd be sinking faster than the Titanic. Scowling she quickly washed herself before bandaging her hand. Maybe her blood will come in handy after all.

Weyland listed to Lex talk as she was informing the crew. He didn't mention about 001 being on board not yet anyway. She was the surprise something he wanted to see how she handled out in the field. He got a bit distracted in his thoughts wondering how she would handle being around this crew out in the ice cold. He knew how much she hated freezing temperatures.

This would be the discovery of a lifetime he could just feel it. He knew it. It was a pleasure for this dying man. Hell be damned if he was going to be stopped. Leaving the bridge once his team was done headed for 001s room. He could hear the shower running making him smirk as he opened the door. "001."

No answer. "001!"

She finally poked her head out. A towel wrapped around her body to give her some modesty. "We will be arriving soon I suggest you get dressed warmly. I have no doubts you will be enjoying our stay here."

She frowned at him and held out her wrists.

"No chains this time. When we get there, we have a decent to make you don't cause me trouble I won't have to hurt you." He left leaving her there staring at the floor. Damn it all! Damn her! Why didn't she attack him make him drink the blood that was in her veins to watch him melt from the inside out?!

Oh yea…because he controlled her life. Sighing she reluctantly got dressed. Only when they were stopped was she let out. Sunglasses hid her eyes the coat was very warm with fur lining the snow pants same way. Sweat pants, sweater, t-shirt all laid underneath. Even with all the layers you could tell just how slim she was.

She knew where they were it was cold, she was not expecting ANTARTICA! NOPE! She went to turn back into the ship only to be grabbed. Forced to follow her captor she couldn't stop the small pout that came across her lips. It was cold! Freezing cold! No fucking freezing ice chilly cold!

She stopped focusing as she tried to cuddle into her coat for warmth casting glares at Weyland now and then. The words fuck you adorned in her eyes. Lex had been the only to question why she was here, the only answer she got was that she was important. When asked her name Weyland smirked an evil gleam in his eyes. "Myra."

That got a reaction. He smiled at her. Everything she was, who she thought she was and is belonged to him even her chosen name. She would do best to remember this well.

She felt tears but turned them away. She wasn't going to. She had done enough crying over this bastard! Weyland kept her close. Enough to make her feel sick. Still she said nothing as the men scouted the area the rest preparing for a decent. Staring at the hole in the ice, she could guess from the angle and size they were going to be going 29,478 ft., As far as she knew the tallest mountain was 29,029 ft. She didn't like the odds.

One mistake down that tunnel…goodbye, adios, ado. Though she supposed maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. Hell, if she died, she didn't need to deal with Weyland wanting to run tests, experiments, etc. and if he died, she could be free. Win, win as she saw it.

She could see herself now, having a decent room, growing up as normally as she could, having a life. A small adorned her lips, unnoticeable, due to her jacket coming up around to her nose. Ignoring as the group gathered to discuss the decent as the put-on harness after the finished putting crates on the electric cart that would take it down, Lex again began another talk about safety blah blah blah who cares? No seriously who gave a rat's ass about what she had to say? Myra, sure as hell didn't.

She did care when she was being harnessed before having a hook go into a loop. She gave a growl soft, low, threatening, a warning.

"Oh, stop less you wished to slide down then break every bone in your body at the bottom."

That didn't sound pleasant she stopped. They were ready for the decent. Which was uneventful…the only exciting thing was Weyland slipped, went sliding, then Lex, slamming a climbing axe into his hood. Damn her. It didn't take them long to get moving again. What they saw at the bottom was short of miraculous. A temple, ancient, with Mayan carvings. Myra…felt oddly at home.