Warrior: Xenomorph Transformation

Chapter 3: Friendly Reactions


It had been exactly 5 days since my transformation into a Xenomorph and things were somewhat returning to normal. My Spring Break routine had been about the same for the past 5 days. I woke up with my dog right next to me or already downstairs, I came down and ate my breakfast, of which mostly included meats. I had been taking Tristan's advice and eating sugary sweet foods to regain old tastes. I had already regained my tastes for waffles and dairy products (yay for me because my main foods have been cheeses and other dairy products) and my tastes for sodas and milk. I had mostly been eating bacon and other meats though, and each time I tasted them, they seemed tastier than they should've been. Well, that was to be expected because of my carnivorous appetite. I then spent the rest of my morning playing video games and trolling my two obnoxious brothers before eating lunch, of which then I'd spend the rest of the day watching TV, chatting on DA, and playing VG's all at once (of which is extremely difficult if you cannot multitask correctly). I would do this until dinner, of which my family and I would sit at the table and eat, my step-dad not making any eye-contact whatsoever with me. He wouldn't talk to me, he'd ignore me, and he treated me as though that I was an animal. I was insulted by this, but I did my best to ignore it and I was able to do so for quite a while. As these five days had gone by, all of my clothes had been modified to suit my new body and needs. My favorite clothes mainly composed of jeans, sweaters, and white shirts under these sweaters. Emerald, my little good luck charm that I kept on my neck, tail, or spines at all times, was a pain to get on and no one needed to get me started on the difficulty of not tripping over my tail or losing my balance due to still not being used to having a new appendage on my backside. Speaking of new features that were included with the body, although it didn't look or feel like I had eyes, I could see normally, but with a few added touches to my vision. First off, I could see perfectly in pitch black darkness if I wanted, I could see the pheromones and hormones of anything that was moving or living. I had found that out on Saturday when my step-dad and mom were arguing about…"various" things. Although everything was hunky dory at home, there was still the main concern of revealing myself to the entire populace of Ft. Collins, not to mention my real dad and step-mom along with my friends and teachers. Not to mention all of the press would be hounding my ass for a good long time.

Today didn't start any different though. I woke up to the sight of my dog lying down right next to me. She wasn't asleep and was waiting for me to wake up. After yawning, this sounded like a hiss to me and everything around me, and stretching all of my limbs, I slowly clambered out of my bed to get my clothes and Emerald on. As I got out, I just noticed that I still had the rock that did this to me. This caught my attention immediately and I went over to see if it wasn't broken or anything.

"How the hell did I not notice this?" I asked myself as I came to the rock. It had stayed near my bedside since the night that I had become one of my greatest dreams and it looked brittle and cracked.

"Damn. I should be careful." I inquired to myself as I picked up the rock gently and placed it next to Emerald's night stand. Emerald was a little good luck charm that I had come across at the Scottish-Irish Highland Festival and bought for $40.00. He may have been expensive and people thought me weird for wearing such a thing around my neck, but that was just me. I had made sure that I made Emerald happy and cared for, even when I forgot him. I sometimes felt as though that he was alive and that he could easily speak to me and talk to me when I needed to, but he was just rubber and wiring inside and out. Sometimes I wished he was alive and right now was one of those times. I sighed, which also sounded like a hiss to me and others around me and I went to my closet to see what clothes I would wear for the day. I decided to go with my usual white shirt, but chose to wear a red sweater to go with my blue jeans. I looked at the mirror I kept in my room at my image and saw that this specific sweater made me look much more human than I thought. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have to show myself to the general public again and I hoped that I could act human enough to do so. I once again looked to the rock and Emerald, which were now side by side. I decided since that I wasn't going to go into public just yet; I wouldn't wear him around my neck, tail, or back spines today.

"See you later buddy," I thought to the inanimate object as I started heading downstairs to eat breakfast with my dog. Little did I know was that after I left the room, the rock glowed once again; energy coursed into my inanimate rubber dragon and the rock shattered.

Once again, I had decided to spook my mom and climbed on the ceiling downstairs. She was still cooking breakfast which consisted of pancakes and lots and lots of bacon. She knows me so well. As I silently climbed towards her, my five year old brother decided to spook me as well before I even had a chance. Silently, we both crept up to our respective targets, me to my mom and Ian to me. As I was about to scare her silly, Ian startled me with a tap on my shoulder, causing me to fall down and not only startle me, but mom as well. We both shot Ian a death glare and if looks could kill, Ian would already be in Hell or the up place. Whilst we death glared him, he was laughing his butt off at the fact that he was able to startle me, yet again. I growled low and turned back to mom.

"I'm guessing you want your breakfast?" I nodded so fast that I thought that my head wouldn't be able to hang on.

"Yes please." I was handed a plate of food compromising of cinnamon-sugar coated pancakes, milk, and the usual chocolate chip waffles with bacon. When handed the food, I thanked my mom kindly and walked over to the recliner that belonged to me. I had learned how to sit again thanks to help from my mom and I sat down with my tail in between my legs and my back spines pressed against the chair. It wasn't uncomfortable as my back spines could easily move to the sides to suit my needs. As I ate my food and watched TV, I noticed that the lack of my brothers was somewhat disturbing. I looked around for the little troglodytes and was curious as to where they were and what they were doing. I looked around a little longer as I finished my breakfast.

"Hey mom," I asked, "Where're my bros?" In response to my question, she shrugged and looked around. I decided to once again take matters into my own hands and I ran up the stairs to my bedroom to see it was empty. I looked around for their pheromones and found them in their room, plotting something. Because of my new form, I had better hearing and could easily hear what they were saying. Although it sounded like gibberish to me, I clearly knew that they were going to make my day a living hell. But from the sounds of it, they were going to have to reschedule because I had a date with DeviantART. I took my laptop out and begin typing away; looking for something, anything that could help me in my current situation. As I typed and looked for friends on DA, I found that Tristan was online. He had more experience with this, perhaps he could help me out. I quickly typed a message to him,

"Hey Tristan, you on?" I waited a few minutes before refreshing the page and seeing the note that Tristan left, showing that he was indeed on and not off.

":yawn: Yes… and off at the same time! }-" was the reply

":lol: How's life been treating you?"

":shrug: Pretty good. Been getting a bit more sunlight than I can handle :omg:"

"Life's been just fine for me. The only problem I face is figuring out how to show myself to my friends, family, and teachers." I waited a couple minutes for the reply as Tristan is limited by his i-Pod.

"Just act normal, and pretty soon, they'll accept you as normal," was the reply. I had no problem with that, but it was my step-dad I was worried about. I quickly, despite having four fingers now, typed a message,

"Well, tell that to my step-dad."

"Well, there are sometimes exceptions. ^^;"

"Yeah, I guess, but he just won't stop," I counted on my fingers as I typed,"Calls me freak, doesn't appreciate me anymore, the list goes on and on."

":shrug: Kinda hard for me to come up with a solution. With me, it's Sticks n' Stones." I somewhat laughed at that. I used that phrase a lot considering the emotional turmoil I went through.

"Dido. I use that phrase a lot."

"Along with Dido. :9"

":rofl: True that. Well, do you have a suggestion on who I should show first?" It was the big question. I crossed my thumbs and fingers and hoped that he had an answer. I waited for a little while and finally got a reply,

"Your closest friends. They are more likely to understand than anyone. After you've got a group of understanding friends, than break it to the students and teachers." I thought on the suggestion for a little bit and thought it was worth a shot.

":nod: Sounds good," I was about to send, but I remembered an important factor, so I typed more, "I just hope that people are willing to understand. People here in Ft. Collins are easily spooked." I let a sigh of relief escape me at the reply.

"As are the everyday Washingtonians. Just act like a normal person and they'll eventually calm down."

"Okay, sounds good. How's your story coming along?"

"I'm still trying to finish my Chapter with :iconwingvinniecustom:. Most of my actual stories, (the ones that I experienced in real life) are over. Now I'm writing crossover type stories. Plus I finally got some work done on my Biollante story.

":squee: I can't wait to see it!"

"I'm just scratching my head on how I'll tie in the future chapters of it to Godzilla vs. King Ghidorah. That film alters the timeline and has the potential to kill my story like a fish in a bucket. :confused:" I thought long and hard about that and then, an idea popped out of nowhere. I thought a bit about it and thought it would really put the name "NagandEmerald" to use.

"That's true. Also, I had an idea on how to talk on DA." I waited a few minutes before the reply came.

"How? :?"

"You do realize that my username is "NagandEmerald", right?"

":lightbulb:" I chuckled mentally as I typed away, wanting to give a proper entrance to a new voice for NagandEmerald.

"Exactly, so now…

*Nag* I'll be talking like this. Presenting my fellow deviant and worst friend ever, Emerald!

*Emerald* :O Who, what, when, where? :bow:" I waited for a little before reading Tristan's reply.

":jawdrop:" was the reply and it put me into hysterics.

"*Emerald* :rofl:

*Nag* Well? What do you think of it?"

"Intriguing, reminds me of Gollum and Sméagol talking to eachother."

"*Nag* :rofl:

*Emerald* You could say that. :iconevilgrin2plz:"

"Yeah. Listen, I gotta go. My Magic cards need sorting. Talk to you later. Bye! :wave:" I laughed at the idea of having Emerald talk on DeviantART. Tristan seemed to like the idea, but I had more important matters. Who were my closest friends and who'd be willing to put a bullet in my acidic brain? I thought over this for a while and decided to see if Zach was available for a sleep over or if he wanted to hang out. It would be the perfect opportunity. We both had more in common than a cloned sheep. As I pondered over whom would be willing to understand, I never noticed the slight glow coming from Emerald as the rock's powers began to take effect. I wouldn't notice for a good long while. After another pondering session, I hurried downstairs in my usual attire; a white shirt under a sweater with blue jeans and a belt. I hurried past my brothers and my dog of which was trying to batter down the front door as if she was battering down my bedroom door. I hurried to the back yard where my mom was watering her plants.

"Mom! I have an idea!" I yelled mentally to her. She was startled, but when she saw me, she smiled warmly.

"Finally," she replied, of which I went onto the ground laughing. After my little laughing fit, I got back up and dusted myself off (I'm a clean freak when it comes to my clothes, don't judge me!).

"Okay, so what's your idea?" I explained the idea of introducing me to my closest friends and Zach being the first. She nodded every so often and asked me to repeat something when it seemed pretty far-fetched. When I was finally done, she looked at me with a worried look on her face.

"Are you sure? Something could go wrong Arthur."

"Mom, I'm fine," I could see her pheromones seething off of her in waves of worry, "I doubt that Zach would attack me. If he saw me like this, I bet that he would be uber excited." (Yes, I use the word uber too, don't judge me!) Mom pondered over the idea for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, but if something goes wrong, just run." I mentally face palmed and she could apparently see that I was frustrated, "I'm just worried for you, okay?" I nodded and she smiled and kissed the top of my head (not in the weird way, you know, like the way that all mothers do that.) and went off to set up the sleep over with Zach. Although I had been to Zach's house before, I thought it safer if he came here and my mom thought this as well. I mean, come on, who would believe that I was her son if we weren't here?! She came back minutes later and said that Zach would be here later tonight. I was excited yet worried at the same time. There was the possibility that he would run out and possibly tell the police, but I doubt that he would. He was my friend, and friends stuck by each other, right?

As we waited for Zach to arrive, we were all tense. My brothers knew of the situation and knew of what could happen. I was twiddling both pairs of thumbs in anxiety and not even video games or DeviantART could keep me calm and collected. My dog was waiting next to me, my tail wrapped around her in anxiety and worry. My mom was waiting outside, pacing back and forth whilst speaking about something that I couldn't make out. As I waited, my super sensitive hearing picked up what sounded like a very familiar car. I looked out to where I remembered the road was and saw the pheromones of two people, one very excited and the other very tired. Zach lives with his grandmother and she was very much like a grandmother to me considering how much time we spent together at either his house or my own. As pair of human shaped outlines slowed to a crawl, I saw my mom disappear out of sight and into an outline of pheromones. As I watched, I saw Zach climbing out of the car and walking to the door. I decided to give him a surprise and climbed the ceiling to avoid being spotted before he even had a chance to look for me. As he entered the house, I remained completely still on the ceiling. If I could still sweat, I'd probably have a swimming pool right now. As he searched around for me, I followed him by the ceiling, keeping as absolutely still as possible. As if he sensed me behind him, he turned around to find no one there and I knew that now was my time to act.

"BABIES IN BIKINIES!" I screamed mentally at him as I let go of the ceiling and plummeted onto the ground, making sure to keep my deadly tail away from anyone and everyone.

"HOLY CRAP!" He yelled when I landed on top of him. He immediately started squirming to get out and I started laughing my butt off at his failure to expect the unexpected as he squirmed.

"Arthur! Get off of me!" he yelled. I decided that my happy fun times was over now and immediately jumped off of him. He hadn't got a good look at me when he was jumped on and his expression when he saw me was priceless. He looked like that I was the best thing in the world to him.

"No way! NO WAY!" I nodded to confirm that he wasn't dreaming and that I was, in fact, a xenomorph warrior in the chitin and molecular acid. He was amazed, not terrified, not running, but amazed at how I was able to pull off such a feat. Then, he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" He continued to laugh for a little bit before finally calming down.

"Okay, I got the joke. Take off the costume." I was shocked, flabbergasted, and somewhat expecting that to happen. I decided to show him that I was indeed not a costume, but a xenomorph through and through.

"This is no costume dude!" I replied sternly. His expression of "you got me" turned into one of no emotion whatsoever.

"Seriously, take off the costume."

"It's not a costume! This is me! You're welcome to look for a zipper, but I doubt you'll find one." Then, he came up to me and started checking me over, looking for a zipper or Velcro vest of any kind, but finding none. After several minutes of searching, he stopped and looked at me with a "you're real?!" expression.

"It's not a costume?" he asked. Just to show more proof that it was not a costume, I extended my inner jaw and his expression, once again changed. This time, his expression was that of a very excited child in a candy store.

"Oh my god; that's so cool! How does it feel?! Does it feel weird?! I must know!" So many questions and so little time to answer. Apparently he never noticed that I wasn't speaking and that I was communicating through thought.

"Okay, in order…Yes, it is, it feels really weird, just answered that, and what do you want to know?"

"Everything!" he replied, apparently excited by the fact that his best friend was now something that "should've" been fictional. So, I started explaining what had happened, starting from the night of when "it" happened, and all the way to now. Zach seemed to understand, yet was still poking and prodding at me because of how cool it seemed. I couldn't blame him, he was like an overexcited child listening to this. After explanations were over, we decided to start the night off by playing some video games. We started off playing multiplayer in Overlord II, a game where the entire goal of your character, the Overlord, was to be evil. I, naturally having more gaming experience and a greater love for fantasy violence and evil, won many of the rounds. After playing that, we decided to play a bit of AC3 and ALIENS: Colonial Marines.

A long night of playing video games, watching horror films, and doing other various activities, Zach went off to bed. However, I stayed awake, playing away on a video game and thinking of Emerald being a living, breathing creature. I know, it sounds weird, but I am a weird person by all regards, even as an extraterrestrial life-form from a fictional film. But either way, I was playing a bit of AC Brotherhood when I noticed it; A slight glow coming from Emerald's nightstand.

"What the…" I thought, accidentally waking up Zach, who then noticed it to and got up.

"Dude, what you think it is?" he asked, curious to the glowing coming from the nightstand.

"It's probably the rock, but it's too brittle and cracked to do that." Slowly, my tail not moving, I walked over to Emerald's nightstand and was shocked to see that the rock had shattered into a fine powder and that the glow wasn't emanating from the powder, but Emerald himself. It was emerald green in color and the glow was very bright, too bright for me.

"Zach! Get over here!

"What's the rock…" we were both shocked to see Emerald glowing that color and something happening.

"It's too bright!" I mentally yelled at him, thankfully no one else heard it because it was only directed to Zach. As the glow got brighter, I covered where my eyes would've been and Boco began barking, which Zach silenced with covering her mouth shut. As the glow got brighter, I began to feel something else. Besides me, Zach, and my battering ram dog, there were pheromones surrounding Emerald and I didn't know why. Was the light messing with my vision or something else? As I pondered, the glow stopped and the room returned to its darkened state once again, yet, something felt different. As I was about to move to Emerald, I felt another presence come to my mind. It was something that startled me beyond reason as I already knew that there were instincts in the back of my mind, but this one felt…different.

"Arthur." I turned to Zach to see his expression was confused. "What just happened?"

"I…I don't know," was my reply. Then I turned to Emerald and began looking at him and as I picked him up, his eye blinked at me. I let out a spooked hiss and dropped Emerald on the ground.

"Zach…Emerald just blinked at me!"

"Okay, you need to stop! He's not alive!

"No, I'm serious! He blinked at me!" I looked at Emerald and saw that he was actually moving, moving! I gasped a hiss as the once inanimate rubber dragon moved on its own and started blinking before yawning. I was shocked and amazed by this display as Emerald moved on his own.

"Emerald?" I thought out to him. I was wondering if he even was alive at all or if the rock did something to make me hallucinate. The dragon turned towards me and looked at me with an expression of recognition.

"Arthur?" was the reply. Zach gasped, Boco growled, and, if I had a face, I would've been surprised. I was amazed by this. I thought that the rock only turned things into what they represented, but it granted one of my wishes to me!

"Wh-where am I?"

"You're in our bedroom Emerald." Emerald took a look around and nodded.

"Just as I saw through unblinking eyes." We all laughed. All of us, except the dog. Zach, Emerald, me, we were laughing at that comment. He was secretly conscious? How and why were for later, we just got a third amigo and at that moment, I knew things would become more interesting and fun in my new life.