Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to AVP except a copy of the movie novelization!! That and two books starring Machiko Noguchi. YAY!! Enjoy!

I also apologize to Analisa if she takes offense to the Ivy League comment.

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A

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Allison almost gagged at the sight of the corpse in the stairwell. A hole in the man's ribcage had given an opening for some intestines to fall out. As an attempt to block out the smell, she covered her mouth and nose with her sweatshirt sleeve.

The platform was covered with blood making it impossible for her to walk across the platform without stepping in it. The railing, fortunately, was clean.

Balancing herself, Allison used the metal railing to climb past the carnage. When she got to the next flight of stairs she stepped down and resumed traveling to the next level. This was as far as she got though because of the architecture of the compound. Something about long stairwells being unsturdy. So now Allison had to walk through several hallways in order to get to stairs that would go from this floor to the next four floors.

Growling with frustration, Allison entered the brightly lit hall carefully looking around, especially up, before fully exiting the stairwell.

There had never been an evacuation plan for an alien attack. Merely a generic one for almost all emergencies which was to get to the escape pods. Arrows had been drawn on maps showing the quickest route by the higher ups. Allison looked at the map across from her on the wall. Seeing as how the "higher ups" had caused an alien attack in the first place, "higher ups" meaning the head scientists, Allison felt a certain skepticism for whatever they'd written or said on how to survive in an emergency.

She didn't need the map. She had two friends in the computer and security control room. That was better. Speaking of which...

"Amy? Where do I go?"

"Oh, right! Sorry, Kira and I were checking out the other halls. Um, do you remember how to get to the next stair well?"

"I think so, can you give me the directions though just in case?"

"How much time do you want to save?"

"Why?" came cautiously from Allison. She was already on the lab floor where the biological experiments happened. A sick feeling grew in Allison's stomach. She didn't want to stay here any longer than she had to.

"Because it'd be much faster to go through where they hold the experiments than to go all the way around."

Allison swore. She hated the containment cages. She'd seen them before while working in the science department. As a lab assistant she'd worked with the new plants they found, not the new animals. After visiting the animal department she'd pushed the images out of her mind and tried not to think about it. It wasn't that they were small or dirty. They were big and clean. But they were still so...confining.

'Silly,' Allison thought to herself, 'that's why they're called the containment rooms.'

"Allison! Xeno coming your way! Got through the door on your left! It must've slipped past us!"

Well that settled it. Allison hot-footed it to the door and softly closed it behind her. But not quickly enough.

A screech resounded down the hallway into the ears of a stricken Allison. One of them had found her. She looked for a something to barricade the door with but all the chairs were on rollers and all the tables too heavy. The sick feeling rose in her stomach again along with panic.

The only place to hide was in one of the containment chambers. Fighting her disgust Allison began frantically searching for the key codes hoping some aide had written them down somewhere...yes! There! Posted on the bulletin board was a list with each of the cages and their entrance codes. Obviously the scientists didn't think they'd be catching anything that understood or could learn English.

The grating sound of metal being ripped cut Allison's happiness short. That thing was going to be past the door in seconds. It was a wonder it hadn't gotten through yet. Dashing to the nearest cell Allison tapped in the code, her breathing speeding up. If she didn't get into that cell without that bug noticing, she was dead. No more Kira. No more Amy. No more Sky.

The cell door opened and a grateful Allison ran in.

"No! Allison! Not that door! There-" was all Allison could hear before Amy's voice turned to static. The cell door noiselessly slid shut behind her.

"Amy? Amy!" Allison whispered horrified. She flinched as she heard the lab door crash to the ground. Even though the cells were sound proof, Allison still quieted her breathing and stood still.

Each cell was glaringly white, making it easier to clean up after the inhabitants. Some psychologist once said that white walls would be a much better sedative than gray cement walls so they'd turned all the cells into little white boxes. Besides, cement broke very quickly with some of the new specimens. Allison personally felt the psychologist was either an Ivy League graduate or on a perpetual high. Both were usually cut off from reality.

Really, a nice yellow or soft blue would've done much better than a white as a sedative. This was just so bright.

Each cell was quite large as far as containment rooms go. But the room suddenly felt very small to Allison as she saw why Amy hadn't wanted her to go in there.

A rather pissed off yautja warrior was in there too.

There was silence as the two stared at each other.

The yautja reached behind his back and pulled something out. With a clench of his hand it extended into a double-sided spear. He gave out a growl as he advanced towards where Allison had frozen in place.

"Wait! Hang on!" Allison cried out bringing her hands in front of her as if that would somehow stop him.

And surprisingly, it worked.

Researching the archives during her breaks, Allison had found some things on the race called the Yautjas. They were a hunting race and had a kind of code of honor. Part of this code seemed to prohibit the killing of an unarmed nonthreatening being. So as long as Allison didn't do anything hostile then there was no real reason she'd be killed. There was still a chance she would be but in the afterlife when faced with an angry Amy and furious Kira for not surviving this, Allison would like to be able to say that it wasn't her fault.

The headset could be seen as a potential weapon. This was a ridiculous assumption but the fewer risks, the better.

Lifting her hand slowly past her face, Allison grasped her only link to anything outside this cell and slowly tossed it away from her. Maybe not every link. High in the top left corner of the cell was a video camera and since all video cameras were attached to the security control room then. . . . . She had one shot.

"Hello." It was a little nervous but stable.

The warrior tilted his head at her before looking over his shoulder.

Allison's jaw sagged as two more yautja hunters decloaked their invisibility. Now three, heavily outfitted warriors faced one unarmed human girl. Even under the circumstances, admiration for their plan was internally present. Externally, Allison felt it to be a smart idea to close her mouth.

Chittering and growling came from all of them before the one she'd first met began to walk towards her. "Walk" may be too gentle of a word. His "walk" was more the gait of a predator closing in on a trapped prey. Which was exactly what it was.

Allison took a step back and fingered the edge of her sweatshirt. Was it baggy enough that he could grab it and catch her? Further questions were disrupted as the spear was thrusted towards her. It skimmed by her left shoulder as Allison twisted to the side and backwards at the waist. Coming back up, she dashed to the right and pivoted to face the yautja...

...who was in the same position. Legs in a lunge with his right arm extended and his spear where he had almost stabbed her. A noise trickled from his mask which could only be laughter. He straightened and slowly walked towards her again.

He was playing with her.

One of his companions, the one with a necklace made out of small bones, let out a grunt. Whether it was for her or disgust at his partner's idea of fun Allison didn't know but whichever it was, it didn't make him interfere. Allison could see why even though it still exasperated her. The one teasing was the largest.

Taking another step back Allison almost put her foot on the headset. A glance down was all she gave but it was all he needed.

He jumped forward arms wide as if to trap her against the wall. Ducking again, Allison lashed out with her foot to kick the side of his knee. If at least some yautja physiology was like that of a human then it should knock him off balance. Which it did, but it also made him annoyed and he turned into his original "pissed off" mode when his companions began making the sound Allison identified as laughter. It sounded weird coming through the mask. Odd how the mind can take in minute details in times of stress.

Having landed on the ground after kicking him, Allison began silently cursing herself as she scooted backwards on her butt and hands. Kicking a being twice your size is not a good idea even in times of panic. She lashed out a hand and tried getting further away but he grabbed it, encasing her small hand in his huge palm. Allison snuck a glance at her arm now pinned to the floor.

He loomed over her and must've been grinning behind his mask. He brought the knife up and slowly swished it between their faces. Arrogance was in every move he made. Allison had already gotten sick of this game. Apparently so had one of the other yautjas because some clicks and growls were exchanged. The one straddling her legs looked up.

Allison meanwhile was speeding through her brain trying to come up with anything to use. A flash of something caught her eye. Lifting her head a few inches she got a good view of his waist, specifically his loin cloth. If he wore one then maybe humans and yautjas had another thing similar. A sly glance showed that he was still talking to the others. Allison bent her knee to her chest and kicked out. . . . .

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