Authors Note: Well hello there, welcome back to Xenomorph retaliation I can't believe that I have made it this far, or that as many as 800! people would like this. I would like to thank you all for reading my story as it seems that a short story is not as popular as a longer one but I am happy none the less, Anyways let's get back and check on our buddy the soon to be named xenomorph, (insert name here).
Anyways enoy!
(that is not a typo that is just how i roll :p)
When I awoke, I looked around to see the human partners, Hastings and Shapiro, were back. Their scent had changed and I could feel the tension between them, causing me to wonder if they had cleaned themselves to confuse me or to confuse each other. I watched them silently as they argued and continued with their dead-end jobs to work for the man with the gray hair.
Speaking of the gray haired man, I had not seen him in awhile. I remembered him from my birth and his soulless companion, the one who had extra arms.
The one who wanted to kill me, the one who enslaved me, the one that would be my first victim when I was free from this blasted cage.
My anger towards the duo of the doomed clouded my vision and I momentarily forgot about Hastings and Shapiro. I was so furious I began to roar, starting to attack my restraints. I felt my skin pull and molt. I started to form a plan; if I pulled my hand out of my molting skin I could free myself.
I began to pulled my hands out of the old layer of nearly human colored skin, revealing a new layer that had grown underneath it. This new skin was black and shiny unlike the old layer. I pulled my other hand free and then my back. My new form was better than the old one. I now had legs that could stand on their own, and my head was now free from the rest of my body. My arms were now capable of supporting my weight, my claws could now do some damage…
Now I was the ultimate killing machine.
Most importantly to me, my tail was longer and sharper. I began to think of how easy it would be to kill Hasting and Shapiro now. I looked at my old form; it was small, weak, and easily could've been killed. I wondered how my bigger body could have possibly fit in this little one. As I watched, it swayed back and forth, suspended by the arms of the machine.
Then I noticed something strange on the head of the younger version of myself. Right in the center of my old head was a strange symbol, it was shaped like this: ( 9 ).
I reached up and felt the dome of my head. Sure enough, there-in the exact same place on my head as the newly shed skin-there was the symbol.
The gray haired man did this, I knew it he had to he did this for sure, I thought to myself. There was no doubt in my mind the gray haired man had done this to me. He had ruined my head, and he would pay. I would make sure of it.
I decided to ask Mother whether or not he did this. I said telepathically to Mother, "Mother, Mother, are you there, I need you Mother can you hear me?"
After a short delay, Mother's calm and soothing voice replied, "Yes my child are you hurt? Do you have a question? Oh… I see you have grown up a bit, soon you will be a full sized Praetorian."
I took her words into consideration, thinking about it for a few moments before I remembered my original question. "Mother," I began. "Did the humans scar my head?"
Mother made a sort of crying sound before continuing. "Yes, they did that, because they are terrible. They only care about their program, not about us. When the human Shapiro opens the door, make a run for it."
Before I could react the door opposite from me opened, and there was Shapiro standing in the doorway. I jumped on her shoulder and up into the air vent before she could react. As I ran I heard my claws clank on the metal. I examined them and saw the red goo of some creature's blood.
Then it hit me: I had injured Shapiro. I was so happy with my accomplishment that I forgot about the air vent and the locks closed, blocking me from continuing my escape.
I went to turn around when a pair of robotic arms grabbed me by the newly formed spikes on my back. All of the sudden two more appeared and sprayed gas in my face. I tried not to breathe it in but it was too late...I was out cold.
For the scientists, the fun part was beginning. I was at their disposal. I was a toy to experiment with, and there would be no resistance. I was completely at their mercy.
