Chapter 9
Finally, safe
Somehow I lost sight of whether it is a day or a night, both half of that time have merged and time as an intangible companion has ceased to exist.
I felt an unpleasant dream, and then again, until my wounds woke me up. I lifted my head and found that I was still on the floor of the corridor. The darkness receded somewhat but I was there alone.
There was a storm outside as the wind blew the rain into the windows, but it did not flinch or just distant.
I did not look for my monster lover because I would not find it anyway. He was gone, like many times. I took advantage of the fact that I could go to the toilet and take a shower.
But the pleasant water on my skin did not fill the fatigue I felt. Perhaps it was from the ice water in which I had bathed outside, maybe I was a little cold.
I breathed out the white clouds of steam and heard the irritation as if opening the door.
I immediately switched off the shower for fear that it might be someone of the survivors, I still remembered the gang rapists and how they ended up or rather how I would end up not being ...
If they saw me so naked, God knows what they would do.
I quickly wiped myself, grabbing a t-shirt and home trousers lying on the closet next to the sink, and peering through the door.
Silence.
The corridor was empty.
Maybe she just cut off the shutters and, as she broke off, the hinges creaked. The sound could go out of the way.
Still, the invaders could be as quiet as I was when they were searching the house, which would be logical when the beasts roamed out.
I walked from room to room, and as I turned around the corner of the kitchen, I saw a familiar black body with lobes on my back and tail.
I took a breath.
"Bee, it's you, you scared me," I breathed with relief, but I immediately grabbed my throat, it was not Bee ...
Damn it. Everyone has nerve endings being alert.
The lizards and the vertebrae had the creature smaller, and the figure was slimmer and had no collar behind the neck. But it was too late to fix his mistake and slip off somewhere under the laundry pot or into the fridge.
I did not move, but I could not make the statue forever.
Xenomorf shifted, but I was running like life on the other side.
Fuck! Fuck!
I walked through the living room, the hallway and towards the bedroom, because out there I would have been an even easier goal, as if I waved his ass in front of her face and said: bite yourself.
There was a sound behind me, like a train going, much more, much faster. The black body of the killer wore his teeth and, after four, he followed me like a hellish dog. His long tail touched the walls as he struggled to balance the curves when he ran me into a dead end.
Shit, bathroom or bedroom? Where do I get in? Decide on Wanda!
Fortunately, I was fortunate enough to bend into the bathroom and lock it. An asteroid-sized boulder fell on the door.
I did not breathe, however, because immediately the wood underwent another heavy test, in the form of a brutal scratch, like a saw cutting a tree.
Xenomorf hated, hated and tried to fight for me. The door hinges shrieked, but they still held in, I pressed my back against them and tried to keep them in place with my weight, so I dashed and squeezed my teeth.
"Hold on," I muttered to the door as if it were a living creature, but the house was somewhat old and surely it would not last forever. The sweat ran down my forehead and my breathing seemed harder and harder with the fear that the beast on the other side certainly felt And that made it even more attractive to her.
Who would also resist the defenseless victims of that?
What was I supposed to figure out here? Was there no window here to climb, call Bea? Crap. He was not here, and even if I still lured another. There was a hair dryer, a shampoo, a soap, a shower. That I'd wash it? Perhaps it would dissolve.
Just by strangling him with a hose. My brain has devised really desperate things when I felt something my stomach lifted. I felt sulfur and burning. My breath stuck in my throat. No. It...
That the monster hurt herself to get the door shut by her blood? Was it really so weird? But the smell of burned wood was as unpleasant as a second as it penetrated through a crack under the door, and eventually a small hole that quickly spread.
I stepped back to the shower.
Not that. No no no.
The hole widened right in front of my wide open eyes as the green liquid licked it and destroyed it, eating it as if it were autumn leaves and not a hard-cut beech. Now, with the slit of my fist, I saw a part of the intruder's head, and when the hole was big enough, he stretched out his hand and tried to stretch it to me. I crawled in front of my face and I was crying, but I did not give a voice.
Xenomorph's murderous instincts worked hard, he began to spread a hole with his own hands, as he could not wait to give me a snack between two loaves of bread. He was breaking unstable distorted edges as if it were chocolate that drool under his lustful fingers.
The wood was empty, and the sulting furious beast had already stretched its shoulder. I could not do anything, and began to scream as my nerves got out of control.
It was a desperate shout, and I wondered at the only thing that could save me.
To hell with pride. "Bee! BEE ! "
The scream rang across the house, but no salvation anywhere.
"BEEEE !"
Xenomorf in the corridor was breathing my terrible scent of fear, and the hole was as big as the human head. The intruder tried to get inside, but it was not enough, the son of a bitch angrily sigh, his saliva dripping to the ground like waterfalls.
For a moment, and after me.
The last breath.
I'd rather shut my eyes from the claws that were moving in front of my face, from which she would soon be bloody.
Where is Bee? Why is not he here? Why does not she protect me when I need it? My thoughts touched him, I'd give him anything to come up like a damn hero of books. This was not a romantic story, this was HOROR.
That bloody bastard has already put a piece of elbow on his head and showed me his silver smile to a movie actor, his smaller mouth fired forward but he could not touch me at that distance.
Xenomorf threw his skull back and leveled the door even more as if it were made of paper. I was afraid the lock was still holding.
I was trembling with fear when a police siren vibrated in the neighborhood as if someone had stolen a deal, but it could well have gone straight from a car or a police station in the city center.
The shrill sound I heard from the bathroom in silence, my killer enemy had to hear as if a church bell had been clanging in his head. He flipped his head to the side, but the sight of the opening was not visible to my relief and surprise.
He was gone. I could not believe it.
Some poor guy started the alarm and sentenced himself to death and saved me.
After two minutes, I allowed a deep breath and breath. With a fearful eye, I hypnotized the hole in front of me, whether it was a trap. But there was silence in the house, except for the siren that was out there.
Did she kidnap him? Certainly.
I forced my trembling legs to move and peeked carefully from the side through the hole. The corridor was empty.
YES!
PAST: LABORATORY WEYLAND-YUTANI
The windowless room had white titanium walls that formed the exact Rubik's cube.
The furniture was not here, it was a more or less sterile environment, where none of that was needed. In the two corners above, small cameras were rotated, and there were grilles on the sides of the ground and a special ventilation with a large fan, each of which was half a meter long for quick power and suction.
In the middle of the laboratory room there was a tall device at the ceiling and an anchored creature attached to it like a pinned butterfly in a tense frame. His long arms were trapped around his wrists as well as around his ankles and neck. Caution here was essential for manipulating such rare subjects.
Xenomorf did not have the chance to free himself and unleash the hell on the base, they all realized.
The rigid construction and hydraulics were very mature, measuring all the life functions of their prisoners, and recording everything necessary for the upcoming experiment the owner of Weyland-Yutani agreed.
The intruder waited. Beneath him formed puddles of his saliva that flowed into a small canal.
His desire and instincts called him to fight, to break out of his eyeballs and to experience the blood of his prisoners but he could not. He stretched, wiped his tail, claw his claws into his handcuffs until they were scratched, but it was nothing valid.
Here all these years of slavery felt the powerlessness but he also learned patience.
After several hours of waiting, the side door opened and a man in the doctor's cloak came in, carrying the smell of chemical agents and disinfection.
"Sir, you think it's time for ..." Adam's voice seemed to be talking to the xenomorph, but everything was transmitted through the microphone built into the room to the office of the owner of the building, who was on the other continent but wanted to be present with the necessary preparations.
"Sure, now is the right time," the man said to him, and Adam could only humble his nod. He did not allow himself to disdain the words of his creator, who was in his eyes a god, and so he stood before one of his frightening protectors.
This individual was more than fifty years old and yet his biological age was unreadable. No one knew for certain how many years the aliens were living, but Adam, who spent most of the time with them, did not seem to be as old as he did.
It could be said that he clung to them. They fascinated him, and he cared for them. He moved between them and they did not try to kill him because he was a machine. Tubes, synthetic leather, chips, cells, hydraulic limbs, oil and the liquid that propelled him. They felt it.
"Beginning with the tests, all ten subjects must be ready within two hours," said a voice that could not be contradicted. Although Mr. Weyland was old, he was able to excite people as a generous warlord who had gone through several wars.
Adam carefully watched the black body in front of him. He reached out to the right.
"Repeat my command," he ordered the creature but the xenomorph refused to cooperate.
Adam's eyebrows creased slightly. The aliens were like children, they were taught, and their intelligence was higher than that of common animals, but it was very slow to reach the human. Adam knew he understood, and they managed to build their heads, but Mr. Weyland demanded obedience.
Adam pulled a small box out of his pocket, a simple, efficient device with a single button. He showed him the xenomorph, and he shrugged and strained slightly.
Then Adam pressed the button, and the electro-shock shot through the creature's body, strong enough to calm him for a few seconds, but did not hurt him. It was one of the non-inhuman but effective methods available. Android was staring at it, but there was no feeling in it.
The intruder grunted, and as Adam pushed his thumb out of the button, he began to sneer, prick his teeth, and claw his fingernails as if he wanted to run to the one who was injuring him.
The device did not leave it, but it kept it in place.
Adam reached out again and said, "repeat my command."
The intruder this time wrung his wrist to the desired side and then to the other according to the pattern shown.
There followed another exercise and then a test of trust. Adam remotely sent signals to the entire structure to let the body go.
The intruder was free. He frowned with suspicion as if he was about to attack, but Adam showed his fuse and shook his head.
"If you attack, it will hurt you," he warned, "more than before," he added.
The jerked Xenomorph consciously linked the electro-shock device with pain, but could no longer think of it and bring it together that the pain was a machine that did not hold him. But the brain remembered only perceptions, and it was enough to fool them.
As soon as Adam lifted the box, the intruder immediately understood that he should cooperate and was more ductile in fear of pain.
For some reasons, however, he only went to these test laboratories, not flesh and bone men, who would easily become their prey for careless manipulation, but such attempts were there. First, raw meat was served to the invaders, but a further piece of research showed that if a dead pig and a living man were to be fed into the room, xenomorph would always prefer hunting for easy prey.
"He's ready, sir," Adam said as if a soldier stood in front of him, and the camera in the left corner moved slightly and scanned the situation.
"Okay, give him the marks of Adam."
Android pulled two black stamps on a black chain from the other pocket, strong enough to keep up with it. He had to withstand even under unfavorable conditions.
Specially designed stamps feature a motion chip to allow immediate location and mapping of subjects.
"Do not move."
Adam, without fear, stepped closer to his stunning work, reached out his hands and clicked around the collar's neck. Then he retreated, "done sir," he said neutrally.
"Well, you can go to another subject."
Adam turned around and waited until the room filled with poisonous green gas, and the black body did not collapse into the unconscious floor.
Only then, after the powerful ventilation had sucked up all the stuff, left without looking back.
On the way to the next door was passed by the team that had the task of loading the xenomorph.
PRESENCE: TENT WEYLAND-YUTANI ON THE EDGE OF HOLLYHOPE
Dreams are important to a person, but not for the androids, they do not have such a thing as other traits left only by people.
Adam disconnected from the source, as the scientists at Weyland-Yutani still did not invent a source that would not have to be powered every few days.
During this process, his memory was playing different parts of the past, and he tried to find mistakes and correct them. He searched for questions and answered them.
He could have turned off completely, but he did not want it. It was not useful. Work for him was important, it was his primary task, and he was not allowed to disappoint.
Failure has not been programmed, and he has never met him before.
Adam's robotic retina focused, adjusted the surroundings, and met the beige canvas of the tent.
The images that played his powerful memory were gone, and only reality was left.
From the outside came the rough voices of the mercenaries who came after what had happened to his direction. An increased alertness was needed. However, they should not have access to the tent only in an emergency. They had only their limited orders.
Their foul articulation was not interested in him.
Adam stood up from his bed and inspected his fluid status for a replacement. The battery was fully charged at 100%.
He then went to his desk where the head of his less advanced colleague, who had been attacked by the woman 30 hours ago, rested his head.
Adam opened the box and took a couple of special tools in his hand, trying to set up several circuits, bridging the wires to make him another android again. It will take a couple of hours, but will surely correct the damage. He was sure.
But he could not help but stop the dripping white cloth that slammed his hands and spilled onto the table.
Had Adam been a man, surely he would have sighed, he continued without thinking, and then he thought.
All the new information has been reviewed several times, but at least one thing worried him.
He would have to run the experiment and not interfere with him, but he wanted to collect the necessary samples, wanted to see what his subjects could do, and wanted to find out what happened to two of them, since their coordinates are not moving at least one day from the same place. Also here was the question of females what was needed to justify and ...
Adam's perfect memory gave him the image of the woman he was talking to and which influenced him in a special way. She fascinated her with her primitive nature.
Determination and disposition to survive, you were interested. Adrenaline-induced human indisposition was unrealistic to follow. And yet there was more to it. Adam may have hung too much on his project.
Under his hands he sparkled, and he pulled off a thin tool ended with a solder. When he's finished with his head, he looks at the body that was still in the same place in a grotesque crooked position.
At that moment, however, Adam grabbed the sound of an incoming car's engine. Soon, a commanding voice demanded permission from outside.
Android Weyland-Yutani turned and slipped out of the tent to see that there was a nearby military Jeep parked.
The presence of the government was not a good sign...
ON THE STREET
The wind leaned against me with the unpleasant force that forced me to go back but I resisted. The storm that drove away slowly, but it did not stop the beasts from coming out, as I had previously convinced.
Or were they just looking for someone to spend a nice evening in two.
Fortunately it was a day and most of them eliminated. I was hoping they'd gotten somewhere deep and would not push their noses before dark.
My face was splashed by the ice drops of rain that crawled over my chin, but my hood stretched out over my head did not help me much, rather swinging like a cobra collar, and it slowed me down, so I had to put it down and it was better.
The bad weather that appeared here every autumn arrived again. Yes!
I suppressed the sneezes, but who could hear me over the wind, everywhere, something screeching and screaming like a devil's workshop.
The town was reminded of the exhausted Pripyat in the vicinity of Chernobyl. At that thought I shuddered.
Suddenly the abandoned houses and dark clouds over them looked 50% more terrible than before, this was not my city, and I suddenly felt like an exorbitant.
Was I even a local?
The siren disappeared after ten minutes as if someone had cut off the ringing phone. But I was sure it was not an alarm in the car, was it a radio that someone wanted to alert me?
Are there still alive people? Pin? Do not I think so?
Maybe it was the first Wednesday of the month and the radio switched on automatically.
Eh, what was the day?
Everything was like that. It could be Monday or Saturday.
Probably my own brain tried to say that I was not alone, otherwise I would have to go crazy about that. I had to believe. Even people, in the times of war, were attached to God and had their faith. The problem was that I was not a believer. Shit not.
If there was a higher being, would it do what was happening here?
But whoever turned the alarm on was bold.
A good plan, indeed, if you then thought that the xenomorphs will crawl like grasshoppers because it attracts them to your door, which scratches your claws nicely.
I glanced around at the eighth and seventh corner.
There was nothing to do but the torn marquess blazed in the wind at the nearby confectionery as the red banner of Toreador. He shook his shudy ends as if in the last campaign, and what he did not see was that he would ripple like a maid of a sinking steamer.
I'd rather slip into an empty alley full of garbage than be a perfect finish on the main street. The brick walls were at least as sad as when I went out of work for the last time, fortunately the wind carried the smell of spoiled fish, vegetables and fruit from the only local restaurant that was throwing away the remains.
Obviously, somebody else was in them.
I've slipped yet another alley, and I've been in charge of a corner police station. It was a relatively old historic building on this town, and the mayor invested a lot of money into it, but paid off. She stood there like a beacon of hope.
The constant caution that breathes on my back forced me to map the surroundings.
I stood closer until I was right in front of the building, and the doorway was quickly scrawled with the inscription "Rear Entrance."
Seriously clever, if they can not read the black monsters, then it was a brilliant idea.
The front doors were barricaded as well as the windows, but they were still bars. Nothing could get in, at least what was seen with the naked eye.
I ran quickly along the fence behind the building in the shortest way, wrapped it round and took the crank.
Unfortunately, she has not moved. Damn it.
I was really scared and disappointed at the same time, so much hope and now ...
Suddenly the plug was pushed out and a small window no more than three inches in the upper half of the door could be seen.
There were narrowed eyes in him before I could open my mouth and say what I wanted, the door opened and a strange hand pulled me in.
The lock clicked behind me, and I began to discover that I was not alone in the corridor.
Next to me was the older man with whom I saw only his white, because he had dark skin like ebony wood, and the other white still held my hand, which helped me calm down and exhale.
"Peace girl, it's good," said the African-Americans, grinning, encouragingly. His face was covered with stubble for several days, but his face was rather stiff as if for several days he had resisted his sleep and hearty cigarette, because he was smoking tobacco in his clothes. I did not wonder.
"I was afraid it was all a joke," I said, with relief and joy, that
I see people again. Living people. You dead did not count on it.
"Who are you?" I asked, not knowing one of Hollyhope.
"Old Vašo is a woodcutter," he said to himself to the Negro and put his wrists on his hips, "I made my way around the city and somehow I survived the mourning of the satanic girl."
I then turned my gaze to the other who let me in between to gain my trust.
"Fredy Hyde Madame," he nodded his head, "I traveled by train for a trade in the local bank, and I was forced to get caught with the others," he said smoothly.
Super Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, behind the door of a squad of killer aliens, Miss Mickey Mouse is missing to save the situation.
"Wanda," I said my name, I did not have to supply more.
"Go upstairs, up the stairs and then straight to the others," Navigated Vašo, but someone knocked it on the door three times as I jumped as the door shuddered in the ground.
The banker walked to the door and opened the signal.
There were five men with full backpacks inside, until it was really full like trying to plug the pins into a box of sirens. I had to crush myself against the wall to keep me from drowning.
"We're back, secure the door. On the way, we saw the two bastards, but we were not feeling the wind like that, one of the guards with two guards and I noticed that these men also had guns.
Equipping knives, machetes and revolvers as if they were robbing police arsenal. Something told me that I was in the right place here as if it were some secret rebel resistance, not a handful of traders and farmers from a small town in the middle of Canada fighting for life.
"What did you bring?" Vašo question asked, and one of the men patted at his torn bacon on which a dog figurine swung, probably for luck.
"Canned foods. Stephans needs bandages and not only she. "
Mr. Hyde nodded knowingly.
Eventually a group of daredevil men noticed me. "Um, a new face? Okay, how many people have arrived today? "The stranger turned to me first, then to the door again.
"Just two, yesterday it was better, but we can not count on miracles."
A group of men began to push the corridor like a tidal wave. I joined them as a pawn and followed their steps.
After a while, we all came into the office, where work desks were located, which were now around the perimeter of the room, serving rather for hanging things or as a bench.
There were lying in the middle, sleeping pants, sweaters and everything that could be found warm, there were a few duvets and pillows.
The only thing that still made respect was two crossed flags with maple leaves on a red background.
The men who just came, put their backpacks and removed what they found out, one separated from them and went to the glassed office with dull glasses, beyond which I could only see the outline of another character.
It reminded me of a detective office from the 1960s with a bastard in a long coat and a hat that could not otherwise find a normal job than to spy on others as a private eye.
As I looked around for the twenty deceased survivors, something was shaking my leg, and I instinctively knocked but something soft to my hand. By peripheral vision I saw the golden curls.
My heart has begun to swiftly beat and to race with one breath and one with joy.
"Merry?"
There is another sequel. Wanda waited for a surprise to find someone else in the kitchen than Bee was probably not just nice, but it could have been expected. But where was our hero? I'm not telling you probably just jumped out to play poker when your wife's sleeping at home.
We learned at least about his past. Yeah, being Yeyland-Yutani is probably not honey. I do not regret being glad he's out of there. The aliens, after so many years in captivity, in which they were born, have their instincts and hunt for the surprise. Definitely they will not just want to give up their poison.
But Wanda found a sheltered island of hope full of people. Hopefully, she will be successful even though I do not believe much. Do you remember her luck? Yeah, so she works while she is asleep.
What is waiting for her, and what will be the welcome with Merry and the other survivors?
And what about Adam? Are they going to the field? As for his robotic body, he has to feed himself, at this time Weyland-Yutani is still a small company and technology is still creating, Adam is not technically perfect and he has a lot to learn.
