Rated (M) because of suicide attempt.

(READ) Alien vs PREADATOR: A NEW HOME.

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Chapter 3

Memories I had once forgotten now swarmed my brain. Men, united around me, waiting for my results to be confirmed. Results whether I live or die. I'm lying there, on a cold metal table, my wrist are bleeding; Blood trickling off the ends of the table, silently hitting the floor. This was the 11th time I tried suicide; I found a scalpel and sliced my wrist. This was the day the men gave me to my parents and already I had dissecting scars over my body.

I know I'm an experiment. I know I'm a project. Tell me something I don't know. You don't know me. They couldn't see what lies before them. You can't see either. I only told you part of my story but now would you see me as human or just some experiment, if you see me as experiment then you're just as pathetic as the men who made me. Do you have to see me bleed to know I'm human, or is death the only option? Do you judge a book by its cover or take time to read the blurb? Do you study your opponent or go straight into the fight? Will you listen to my words before my death?

"ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAR."

Oh who could that be?

"HISSSSSSSSSSSSS"

Well I'm not finding my answer with my eyes closed, time to face the angel that waits me at the gates of hell.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I thought the angel waits for you at the gates, NOT fighting the slimy-banana head-thing but then again, hell is full of your fears…. As I've heard. With caution, I stood up and took a closer look at the demons fighting and my surroundings. Crap luck. I'm still in the pyramid. This is hell. Great….Waite…a…sec.

I looked at my form and could see I'm still whole; no blood, maybe a few broken ribs but no internal damage. That must mean, I'm not dead…. Then where did the tail hit?

Looking back at where I once laid, I saw a dent in the stone. "So… that's what you hit" I muttered, then looked back at the death dance. The hunter was down with slimy on top dominating him (not in the sexually way), pinning him to the ground.

I was peeved now, this hunter saved my life not to say, slimy has already pi**ed me off. Without thinking, I yanked my blade from my pocket and charged at slimy. Jabbing my blade into his thick- banana skull.

The alien hissed in agony as my blade penetrated its head then stumbled of the hunter to gain balance. I could already tell its blood was acid when it ate away at the stone but it never harmed my blade. The anger I now possessed was beyond critical terms. I already know I challenged this thing and judging by the way it was standing, the challenged was accepted; it stood to above the hunter on the floor. Its tail swung left and right but the blade was always pointing at me. A lethal and challenging hiss, filled the room but I knew it was only directed at me and was a warning to the others who may enter the room. More frantic hisses were directed at me.

At first I didn't want to fight but remembering the hunter that saved me was, lying on the floor made me think otherwise; the only help he could have now was me and I would be dammed if this alien thought I will die without trying.

Closing my eyes, I slowly took my hood down and clipped my fringe back; my scar was now visible to the creature. I know it's not what I would usually do… but if it's a fight to the death…I like my opponent seeing its fate. I felt fire burn within; the eyes of the wolf now flicked with fire, her iced eyes now burned with rage. The barrier was breaking; I can no longer keep the harsh growls contained, I can no longer keep She contained.

A low threating growl left my throat. I slowly opened my eyes to be met with a surprising sight; the creature had backed away just a little but then had the guts to let out a challenging hiss which I accepted with one of She's deep lethal growl.

Oh sh*t, what the fu*k have I gotton myself into now.

My eyes shot open when I heard stomping feet heading my way and with one quick motion I dodged the tail implantation and caught the thing with my blade, but not all ends quickly. The tail I once dodged, swung under my feet, knocking my blade from my grasp and sweeping my feet off balance. The thing took the advantage now. In a blink of an eye I was pinned once again by its massive weight. I was excepting for it to end me with its tail but instead the thing opened its mouth to reveal inner jaws, the tongue I suppose. Closing my eyes the one thought that strolled through my mind was 'I tried.'

Nothing could be seen, my cell contained no life but the halls held painful screams, my body lay cold on the operating table, after my heart failure but that was just the beginning; my heart formed bone over the top for it to be protected, maybe that's why I never died after so many attempts but. something told me that wasn't my answer. A new scar was already forming but my open wounds still bled. The monitor showed my heart rate; equipment is placed all over my body, men screaming to one another telling one another to keep the oxygen pacing through the tubes but only one spoke the truth "She isn't going to make it" he spoke with sadness… he was right, looking at the monitor you could see, every breath I took was only bringing me closer and closer to the edge. After 19 hours I let go; I took my last breath before the monitor drew lines. 19 hours I held on for, 19 hours i went through unimaginable pain, till it was too much to bear.

I lost my life that day. Is that why I've never died from the pain given to me now. After 3 hours of sleeping with the dead my heart started to grow bone over the top; ceiling it in a case of solid bone, only the side was variable. It took 1 hour, till my heart began to beat; it came faint on the monitor but the lines were being drawn. Time passed before my eyes snapped open reviling the glow.

Was this why they put me through all this pain…because it didn't matter if I'm dead. Well it does, bone can be broken. I can still die.

An unusual sound awoke me; it was a calm, rumbling sound, quite relaxing to be honest. My fire was being washed away by the tilde waves the sound made, cooling my flames to a stable, controlled flick of ember; just enough to keep me warm.

With caution, I opened my eyes.

Now what do you think would be making that sweet sound? If you think it's a cat your dead wrong….still no clue, well I'll tell you.

Metal-mask made the sound…weird.

Is that fat or muscle? Seriously I want to know.

WHY THE HELL AM I STILL HERE, WITH THE ALIEN FOR STARTES?! WHY AREN'T I DEAD LIKE I SHOULD BE NOW?! Hold that thought, I am dead…technically. WHY HAVN'T I BEEN DECAPATATED OR SOMETHING THEN!

You know what, fu*k this. I gave him the deadly middle finger.

Deep growl.

Fu*k this.

I aim to boot him in the groin but as soon as I lift my leg, he grabs it.

'You learn fast' I thought, getting an evil idea. With his hand holding my right leg, I swing my other leg for his head. Critical hit. Bang on target. He drops my leg and shacks his head, trying to recover from my blow. Knock out kick. I get right up and say in a cocky tone "but not fast enough" I finish with a sinister smile.

I turn around and retrieve my knife but as I was walking to the exit, biggie growls. Me being me, turns around and tells him where he can shove his threats, but he wasn't staring at me but behind me. I clenched my blade tighter when I heard a growl reply. 'Please let that be my stomach' I thought, silently praying it was. He pointed to me and clicked but I wasn't there any more, I had bolted for the exit but crashed into thin air.

My ass crashed with stone first then my body followed soon after, my ribs were screaming and my nose was bleeding, darkness threatened to take me and an alien was hovering above me. What do I do in this situation, his arms were reaching out for me and She wasn't growling or showing any kind of warning to this bold act. As he reached down, I growled an inhuman growl. He stopped and looked at the others who I couldn't see but knew were watching me. With my little strength, I pushed myself into a crouched position, but cried out in pain soon afterwards.

I was right, some of my ribs are broken….great. My body collapsed in a heap. Darkness was slowly creeping closer and closer; each step daunting step it took, I could feel a part of me slowly submitting and allowing it further access. But I wasn't, in my mind I was backing away from it, hoping to regain the light life had to give. I know I said I wanted to die, but this wasn't death approaching me, but unconscious and I refused to sleep.

His arms reached for me again, I had no strength to fight him or even put up a fight, so I let him lift me bridal style. He cradled me to his chest.

I found my answer, their bodies are pure musical.

I don't know why I didn't push or even growl for him to release me, but I could see She curled up and sleeping, almost as if she felt.

"Safe" I gently spoke my thought. That word meant you felt guarded, sheltered….protected, something I've never felt before…but…I did so for another.

"Hanna" I rasped out, almost as if it was the hardest word to say. A single tear crept down my check. I have never cried since Hanna's death, but now I had reason to. With all that's been going on and all my painful encounters, I nearly forgot the one person that mattered the most to me, the one who I would protect, the one whose shoulder she would cry on, who she would come to when no one else would care, I nearly forgot her, I nearly forgot the one I guarded from the bullies at school, the one who gained my trust. I would fight to protect her but I would never fight the ones who bought the most pain. She knew as much as my past as I knew hers, she went through the same as me but was born human and so lived a more hurtful life.

Her mother died thorough child birth and her father wanted nothing to do with her. Her auntie took her in and by the age 5, dumped her on the streets. She ended up going into care and within a few days, was fostered by a family who were worse than my parents. What I went through, was nothing compared to what she went through. Her parents were murders, drug dealers, and abusive. The mother wasn't even meant to keep children after slaughtering her own 4 children so think what nearly happened to Hanna.

She came and told me and said she would take suicide. I didn't want her to do it, but seeing all the bruises she covered up with foundation, I finally allowed her to do it. The police wouldn't listen to us and when we got home, we would get double the amount then we got before so there was just know point, her foster parents were planning on killing her anyway, she told me she overheard them talking on stabbing her in her sleep. Hanna chose her fate and found the perfect tree; she tied the rope on the branch and around her neck. Before she jumped I made my eyes glow and showed her what I thought she was to me. Sister. She smiled the jumped. That's the only time I cried and that was about 3 years back.

I felt us moving and huddled closer to the big guy. Tears threaten to fall from the memory of watching her body hang and to just fell to sleep.

I am rating this chp (M) because it includes a suicide attempt for the idiots who try to kill themselves (me to be one, so I know some suicide attempts.)

This chp gose to a poem and picture SG wrote and drew. It's on deviantart if you want to check it out grammar is bad but you can understand it and the picture is her own.

To chps in one day WOW.