Seeking Salvation

Chapter 10- What Has Been Written

The fall had been painful, yes- but not as painful as the screaming and sirens against it's eardrums.

Ironic, as it's own shrieks and hisses could be deafening as well.

It collected most of the fall, keeping the female safe until it hit the ground and they parted; and the confusion began. It ran past the screaming and the gun-fire that bit at it, then over the obstacles in it's path and quickly took refuge it the one security that the stall buildings offered; the shadows.

Where it watched as they surrounded the female and put her into one of the obstacles it had jumped over. The xenomorph scaled the building to the roof and watched as the obstacle they put her in began to move and moved away from the xenomorph- and it began to run across the rooftops of the strange structures around it, the night air cold on it's skin but not enough to keep it at bay.

And when it stopped at a strange white building, and somehow disappeared inside, the xenomorph sat on the rooftop and crouched behind a small area and observed as a similar being to the others walked out of the 'area', absently pulling out a white little box from their pocket and putting a strange little white tube to their lips.

As they raised a small candle's flame to the edge of the tube, the xenomorph moved forward.


The Captain of the Police Department that had answered the call, had taken it upon himself to bring their sky-fallen creature to the Hospital. He was also the one that sat in a chair outside the examination room, waiting until the doctor came out to meet him and he stood up, "What's up, doc?" He asked casually and she looked at the chart in her hands,

"Well, this girl you brought in is unusual and not in the best of shape- you said she fell from the sky?" The doctor questioned and the captain nodded, his leather jacket creaking as he crossed his arms, "Until I get the tests back, I'd say tread lightly; she's in a bit of hysteria and she's in pretty bad shape." The captain raised an eyebrow,

"How so?" He questioned and the Doctor grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side of the doorway before tucking a long strand of tawny hair behind her ear and flicking her green eyes up at him,

"There's no markings on her, Jeffie. I mean, the bruises from how you said she fell- wrapped up in some creature- they are all in accordance to a fall. But nothing else." The doctor emphasized, "Falling from that high, she should have been cut up by the wind, or should have problems with hearing, or even chapped lips; there's nothing. No scars, no tattoos, no markings, not even a large pore. And no broken bones. And she seems to be in relatively good health if not a bit malnourished. Her clothes… I've never seen them before." The doctor said in failed attempts of whispering before taking a breath, "My point is- she's talking a little crazy but just… take care of her. Don't be that white guy in the horror movies that abuses the odd-kid-out and gets killed first."

"Black guy dies first, Rosie, you know that." Jeffie countered playfully before walking around her and she followed, as they made their way to the table that the girl was at and moved the curtain, "Hey there, girly." Jeffie greeted friendly and she lifted her gave up to his own eyes- and he stiffened. They seemed to hold him in place and bore into him, but he pushed past it and shut the curtain behind him and the doctor. "My name's Jeffrey Maddock. I'm the Captain of the 310 Police Department that found you." He explained and she frowned, "So, nice and slow, can you tell me what that thing was that you fell with?"

"Please." The woman asked softly and clasped her hands towards him, "Don't put me in jail." The Captain and the Doctor blinked, "Just put me back where you found me,"

"Why?" The Captain asked and she frowned, "Aren't you scared of that big bad thing?" She narrowed her eyes dangerously at him; an indicator that perhaps he should refrain from such words before he tried again, "How about a name?"

"... The Hunters call me 'White Woman'." She said quietly before adding, "And that 'thing' that fell with me… it is their Prey." She looked pleadingly at the doctor and the captain, "Please; do not keep me."

"What's the big deal?" The Captain asked and she looked at him then looked away as he sighed, "Look, girly. I'm going to book you for destruction of government property and disturbing the peace; for your own safety." He looked at the doctor and grinned, "Rosie, let the girl get dressed, huh? Just fax me the paperwork." He said flippantly as he walked out of the room and the doctor handed the woman her strange clothes back, which the White woman was more than eager to change back into.

"If…" The Doctor said and the White Woman looked up at her, "If the Hunters and their Prey are here; why is it so important to you to get back?" The White Woman looked at her in the eye before averting her gaze, "Do you, um, need help with anything?" The White Woman walked over to her and smiled, taking her hands in hers and giving them an affectionate squeeze.

"No, Rosalind, but thank you." The White Woman said and added with a slightly more hollow smile, "Goodbye." She said and Rosie stood there, dazed as the woman walked off with the confidence that every woman should exude.

Before Rosie realized that she hadn't told her name to the other female at all. And she had left her name tag at home.


They had landed the ship without a problem. Even if they had to land it in the tunnels and sewers beneath the hustle and bustle of the nearly overpopulated city. However, the first one to panic when they landed after learning his lesson from the last time, was Slash.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, FUCK." Slash hissed as Dagger walked into the area where the xenomorphs had been kept, looking around to see if there was any indication of the White Woman coming to harm before they dropped her- and picked up her goggles from the nearby bench with a claw. He lifted it up before he gripped it. "What the fuck are we going to do?"

"We hunt." Dagger said simply as Slash came out, mask in hand, "I think this was the only technology she was supposed to have had, right?" Slash looked over at Dagger's question to the the goggles before he nodded and the other male set them on the bench again. Dagger walked out of the ship and connected the controls to it to his wristlet and locked the ship up before they left,

"...Do you think she'll be alright?" Slash asked nervously as Dagger put his bio-mask on and hooked it up to the central air filtering system, "They're humans."

"They're weak." Dagger grumbled in response as he checked to make sure his wrist bladed were in working order and that he had his med-kit on him. "She killed a queen."

"She had weapons." Slash argued and Dagger looked at his brother-in-arms, "She's unarmed, Dagger. And she might be hurt because we dropped her like a suckling pup." The predator hissed as he locked his own weapons into place to ensure a secure travel. "Can't we look for her first before the xenomorphs?"

"...One day." Dagger answered firmly before pointing to Slash, "That's it. Then the Xenomorphs, then the White Woman." He walked off towards the ladder leading to higher ground and Slash followed while he watched his brother jump up through the hole in the floor and Slash easily followed.


Captain Jeffrey Maddock had put his two best detectives in a room with the strange 'White Woman' to get information out of her. And it was supposed to be helpful but it had given him no pleasing results. So he decided to simply relocate her back to the communal jail cell in the back of the station with others they had rounded up, hoping that maybe communicating with someone else would help her open up. But it didn't.

She didn't speak a word. Not when he offered her something to drink. Not when he offered to feed her. Not even when he offered ot let her go free just for answering his 'menial questions'.

The woman kept her head high and her mouth shut.

"Now just sit on down in here again, Girly." Jeffie said and opened the cell door and pushed her in a bit before slamming the sliding iron bar door behind her. "Vinny." The young man in the cell looked up from the seat in the corner that he occupied. "Don't give her trouble." Vinny's response was to give the elder male the finger as he walked out while the White Woman crossed her legs as she sat down on a cold hard bench. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before inhaling to replace what she had lost while Vinny looked over at her.

"So, what's your name?" Vinny asked her and she looked at him while he pushed a stray strand of beige hair back, "I'm Vincent La Rue."

"... I do not have a name, Vincent La Rue." The White Woman answered simply and she looked him over.

Another common ruffian picked up by the police department for something probably akin to vandalism from the looks of him, Vincent was handsome if not a bit on the thin side. His mixed origins given away by his clear hazel eyes and sandy blond hair that was cut just below the ears with enough length to it to give him a devilish charm to go with his cool grin. Wearing a thin, dusty-rose shirt and dark cargo pants tucked into combat boots, layered punk necklaces hung about his neck that matched his black leather jacket and biker gloves. "Well, that's all right. Call me Vinny." He said friendly and grinned, "You got a place to stay once you get out of here, Miss?" The White Woman shook her head in denial and Vinny grinned, "Ya know, you're hair is absolutely gorgeous; my friend cuts hair. I'm sure she'd so a little something for you once we get outta here." She smiled at him,

"That is very generous of you, Vinny. I would very much like to take you up on that offer." The White Woman replied and Vinny frowned,

"But ya need a name." Vinny said and he leaned back against the cold stone wall, "And we have to get out of here first."

"The latter will happen soon." She answered reassuringly as she clasped her hands while Vinny tried to think up a name and she tried to just begrudgingly settle into a relaxed state.

It was going to be a very long, long night.