The creature hissed, and gashed its teeth as Akkan blocked a vicious swing at his left shoulder with his tail.

He vaulted backwards, evading a strike with the knife-tipped tail

The creature's head was crushed, the flesh oozing out between the exoskeleton, which was broken in several places where Akkan had struck it hard, exposing the rotting flesh beneath it, and the small metal box implanted in the brain.

It lacked its talon, and Akkan had gashed his body.

But also he was bearing wounds. The creature had bitten into his shoulder, resulting in a bloody, open wound, but no broken exoskeleton, luckily. It had slashed his upper leg, ripping the muscle and making it painful for him to walk.

But no matter how many wounds Akkan inflicted on it, it wouldn't stop, stumble or waver.

Like a machine it resumed its attacks the moment it had regained its balance.

But Akkan felt himself weaken. His strength was leaving him, like the blood that left the wound in his leg. It had turned the floor into a mess of holes and burned concrete, not making his footing easier.

The other Xenomorph hiss victoriously.

Akkan growled back, baring his teeth.

His hand slipped down his hip, and suddenly touched something.

A piece of fabric, wound around his hip. And then something heavy, metal.

He was an idiot. Whilst relying on his instinct he had completely forgotten his gun. Looking down, he saw the sleek metal object in his holster.

And that was his mistake.

His opponent had launched himself at him, and Akkan crashed to the ground. He rolled over, rolling away from the gashing maw of the xenomorph. It swung at him with a talon, catching him under the arm, and painfully slashing the skin covering his exoskeleton.

The two xenomorphs were up in a flash again circling each other. The creature lunged for Akkan's gun belt, but this time he was prepared.

He sidestepped the attack, ducking away from the flailing tail and pulled his gun.

Weyland had showed him how to remove the security, he himself had loaded it before they started.

Now he aimed the gun at the other creature. It had jumped up again, the rotting flesh falling from its spindly form.

Akkan curled his finger around the trigger, pointed the gun at the creature, and pressed the trigger down.

He saw, as if time had slowed, the hammer move backwards, and then strike down.

It was like his arm had been hit by a car. He strained his muscles, but couldn't stop the weapon from jumping upwards with the recoil. It made the sound of a large explosion, unlike the gun he had heard Weyland use. This was on a different scale.

The head of the Xenomorph exploded, and bits of metal and rotting flesh flew around in the room.

The xenomorph was torn backwards, and fell into a headless, crumpled heap.

Like he had seen in the movies, like a seasoned gunman, Akkan spun the gun around in his hand, and then holstered it again.

Five shots left in the clip.

He was a fool. He should've used the gun much, much faster. He was wounded because he just had forgotten the most powerful weapon.

Growling, Akkan limped towards the door where he had heard Paul's scream minutes before.


Schulz dropped back on his chair.

"No!"

Weyland rose up from the seat Schulz had given him. "Doctor, I'm not impressed. A normal Xenomorph has beaten your special weapon"

"He had a gun! Where did he get a gun?"

"He got one from me. This is Number 13. The xenomorph you and Dr. Cromwell created. Seemingly without his ideas, your advancement has rather halted... Implanting dead xenomorphs with remote control units never was a good idea, because whilst you can use your superior reflexes to last a bit longer, a soldier wouldn't be as effective."

Schulz spun around "Since when did you know that?"

Weyland smiled "For quite a while now. You might hide behind your beard and your title, and it took quite a while for me to figure it out fully, but now, as I saw you fight the xenomorph, I finally got confirmation."

Schulz' face went blank. "My cover was so perfect, and now I just let my guard down once, and you found it out. You are really very clever. Not as clever and fast as me, but still. It would be a pity to shoot you."

"I'm wondering about one thing, though. It really puzzles me, and I don't seem to be able to find an answer."

"And that would be?"

"How can an android hurt people?"


Merrill had stuffed an old rag into Paul's mouth to silence his screams, and was now tickling him.

"You're laughing. I can see you enjoy it!"

The man was sweating, and Merrill enjoyed the look of despair on Paul's face.
"I really am sorry for what I did. Oh, sorry, I lied. I'm not. I enjoyed it!"

He slapped Paul's exposed belly, and grabbed it. "I really wish we had more time to do it properly, even a few tools and a bit of hot wax, but this will have to do. Just try not to struggle. Or just struggle. I don't care, really."

He struggled with Paul's belt, undoing it, and opening his pants.

"I know you'll enjoy it. You did last time, you just were too timid to tell me." Merrill smiled aggressively "In your heart, you will always be my little fuckbitch, Paul. You'll never be free of me."

He kissed Paul's forehead.

"My little bitch. Too bad Schulz wants you dead."

Paul growled at Burke and then bucked, trying to fling him off, but he held on. "Whoa, don't buck me off. I'm already coming!"

Grinning, he pulled his pants and underpants down. "Just feel it, Paul. See how you're turning me on.

He ground his hips against Pauls, trying to shove himself inside the human.

Paul squealed. He didn't want this. He tried to call for help, even though he knew it was in vain. He would be raped again, and then he would die. Die horribly, having all his blood drained from him.

He felt Burke's member against his hips, when suddenly, a vicious crash sounded from the door.

Merrill Burke turned around, and suddenly was lifted up in the air with a cannon-like explosion, and flung backwards, blood exploding from his ribcage.

Paul turned towards the door, expecting Weyland or Jeanne in the frame, instead he saw Akkan.
The xenomorph was holding a smoking gun, the size of a small cannon, and now expertly twirled it in his hand, and holstered the revolver.

Akkan!

Hey, Paul. Are you all right? Did he hurt you?

No, nothing happened. Luckily you came, else he would've raped and killed me.

Akkan bounded over and practically ripped the bonds away from Paul's hands and feet.

Paul wanted to put his arms around Akkan, but the xenomorph took a step back.

Don't touch me!

Why … oh… he saw the slashes, gashes and bites all over his lover's skin. What happened?

I had to fight one of my own kind…

I'm so sorry! Are you hurt? Maybe we should get you to-

It is okay. I will tell you more about it later. I'm hurt, but it's not much. I'm not going to die. Are you hurt? Are you okay? Akkan's voice was frantic.

I'm all right. I really am. Nothing happened yet. Oh, Akkan, I'm so glad to see you! I was afraid I'd never see you again.

Don't worry, they don't kill me that fast. Akkan felt around Paul's body. You seem okay. At least you feel okay.

Yeah. You saw me with my pants down, and you just had to touch. Horny xeno. He pulled his pants up, and fastened the belt. We have to find Weyland.

You're the boss, Paul.


"Merrill? Burke? Where are you? Merrill?" Schulz was talking into a communicator.

"I suppose Merrill is dead."

"What makes you think that, Weyland?"

"Well if Merrill was busy with Cromwell, Akkan will most likely have killed him."

"Akkan?"

"Number 13's name"

"It has a name? Pray tell me more!"

"You saw the footage of their hug as well."

"I did but I didn't expect 13 to be that smart. Tell me, can it talk?"

"To Paul, yes."

Schulz smiled. "Maybe 13 is the key." He grabbed his communicator. "Captain of the guard? Captain?"

There was no reply.

"Schulz, you will die."

"So will you, Weyland. Because if I go, you will too."

"The xenomorph will kill you. You might be a machine, but you still don't possess his strength."

"Well, then you are my bargaining piece, Weyland." He drew his gun and pointed it at the man's head.

Weyland grinned. "Come on, just shoot me then. It won't make any difference."

"Oh, right. The tactical nuke aimed at us. I forgot." Schulz lowered the gun. "Deactivate it. I will let you go. I will let you go, and let you save yourself."

"I'm fine, right here." Weyland sat down on the chair again.

"Your behaviour is not logical."

"That is true. But you must remember, humans are illogical creatures. We don't think rational, not at all. That is the exact reason, why I can do this." Weyland jumped up, grabbing a chair, and bashing it over Schulz' head.

The chair disintegrated, the wooden bits raining down on the floor. It even caught Schulz off his guard, and Weyland was able to land at least two punches to the neck, until Schulz answered with a hit to Weyland's gut.

It knocked the air from his chest, and made him stumble.

Schulz hit with bone-shattering force, but the brute strength behind the punch made the android stumble, allowing Weyland to retaliate.

He was faster than Schulz. The android was not a combat model, but built for imitating a human, which limited his speed somehow.

Schulz tried to body-slam Weyland, but he only had to step aside, and trip up the android, making him crash to the floor like a fallen log.

Weyland turned around, and fled through the door of the room outside.

Two guards welcomed him, and he launched himself at one, twisting his neck, and snapping it.

The other one was dumbfolded, but he couldn't stop. Schulz had regained his balance surprisingly quick and was running after him like a crazed boar.

Weyland turned left and right, ducking under a nearby bench. Schulz might be smart, but he lacked imagination.

It was only logical for Weyland to hide somewhere sophisticated, where he wouldn't ever be found. That's why he was sitting under the bench, barely out of sight. It was illogical to hide in a hiding place so easy discovered, that's why the computer dismissed it as a possibility without giving it any thought.

At least Weyland hoped that it would work like that. Schulz was, after all, a very sophisticated android.

He heard the heavy footsteps advance on him, and Schulz and two guards thundered past him.

"I want him found!" Schulz growled into a communicator "I want him alive. If he dies, we all will."

The android had apparently actually fallen for the old tactical nuke trick. If he wasn't bent on staying quiet that much, he would've chuckled.

No human would have believed him like that.

But Schulz had computed the logical possibilities, and the CEO of Weyland-Yutani having a tactical nuke in low orbit was a probable option.

Therefor he had decided to believe it, and was now acting on the possibilities.

And one of those were to get him to deactivate it.

Now he just had to find Akkan and Paul, who were probably running rampant around the bunker.

The xenomorph was a true weapon. Weyland had watched how it had killed Schulz' little zombie experiment.

He even had used his gun in the end, what even Schulz hadn't expected.

Akkan was smart. And now his hopes relied on Paul and Akkan.

He waited until there was no-one in the tunnels, and went on