Prologue:
I ran down the long, narrow hallway with a hand on my arm. The wound below my shoulder still burned, but not as much as before. I heard footsteps following me as I continued to run. I ran further down the hallway, the red flashing lights disorienting me. I made a left turn, then a right, then a right, then a left, and then I ran into a dead end. I turned with my back facing the wall. The footsteps got closer, and closer. *thump* *thump* *thump*. I looked down and saw that I was still holding the .44 Magnum. And then… the pursuer made itself known. It stepped out from around the corner and looked right at me. The hybrid was half Yautja, half xenomorph. It was repulsing to look at, it's difficult even describing it on paper without a wave of nausea setting in. The hybrids that I created were beautiful, sleek creatures with their own personalities; this one could only be described as an abomination. The crab/xeno hybrid looked better than this creature, and a Magnum wouldn't stop it. As the creature began to charge, I cocked the Magnum and placed the barrel on my right temple. I muttered to myself, "Why the f*** did I take this job?" and then I pulled the trigger.
Short, I know. But I'll try to post chapters as often as I can. Remember to review.