Done much sooner than I hoped.
My first attempt at an Alien fic. Except for the world which it takes place in, pretty much everything but a few characters are mine. This first chapter is more of an intro, explaining the theory behind the story, and why it is named thus. Just read it if you want to, or wait for chapter two, the start of the real story. And now to the story; I won't detain you long in these notes.
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Chapter 1
The Cyrosyl Theory
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Animal behavior is a strange thing, and humans have long studied it to make sense out of their own behavior. But animals don't do the things we do; we are far too complex for that. We often fill in the gaps with rumor, legend, and myth, but almost all was based on fact. One of those myths is shared by many cultures, races and even species. The most well defined behavior of all life, human or otherwise…is traitorous.
We strive for something greater, and sometimes our own allies get in our way, and must be pushed aside. One example of this is a concept told in many different versions, but all of them come together into one story that is actually true…
One example is well remembered for the blood shed at the time, but the story behind the events was never truly discovered…until just recently.
Once, many centuries ago, there was a war. Not between humans, but with an alien species. We have long merely called them aliens, but these are not the only ones out there, and so we now call them…Xenomorphs.
They are the hunters of all life, the perfect killers. They are born to wipe out civilizations, and ours happened to be on their figurative hit-list. But then, nearing the end of the war, the Xenomorphs returned…and came to Earth. They were thought extinct, but like we have been time and again, we were proven wrong. A handful made it to Earth, going through time and space itself to wipe us out from early on.
And so the Cyrosyl Theory comes into play. Life seeks life, and its own kind didn't come to match its definition of life. It wanted something more, and so this warrior of the Xenomorph race abandoned its kind and roamed the city.
The year was not past even 2000…it was 1986, and humans were weak. While the others of its kind began their deadly campaign, this one Xenomorph moved on its own, seeking life to be with.
It found what it was searching for.
Let us start from the beginning, when it all went wrong and the Xenomorphs began to attack. Right after the one warrior had left, and before it had found what it was searching for. It was alone and lost in a small human city…
…and it was hungry…
The story will begin in the next chapter, and I will revise this as it goes on. I know it isn't a good start, but there ya go…
-Tyrammafar the Worldmaker