Chapter 1
The First Kill
I awoke to notice that the room had changed. The boxes had gotten smaller, so had the wall. Beside me, I saw some sort of small orange material. It was like a snakeskin. I turned to look down my body, and saw that it wasn't the room that had changed. It was I.
I looked down at my new body. I was at least a metre and a half big. My legs had grown tremendously and so had my arms. My head was elongated and my body colour had changed to black instead of orange. My tail was now longer then my body and it helped me balance. My inner jaw was also harder; I could now bite using it. I knew that this wasn't the only change to happen to me. I would soon be getting much bigger.
I stretched out my hand and thought about wall walking. Instantly my claws retracted and a soft pad appeared on my hands. I noticed it had also happened to my feet. I carefully placed my hands and feet onto the wall and started to walk upwards. I was sticking to the wall. It felt excited.
As well as gaining my hosts knowledge, I had also gained some of his personality and my host often wished he could walk on walls and fly. I felt his excitement and his dreams. It was very strange.
I thought that my best chance of survival was to explore the area around my new home, as well as the knowledge from my host, and once I had explored, I could test out my new body and kill one of the soft-skins. I was going to explore the cargo bay first and then go through the rest of the flying hive.
I glanced over the nearest box to make sure nobody was watching me. No one was here. I crawled over the box and into a crouching position and then pounced on to the floor. I landed with a thud and felt the power surge through my body.
The cargo bay was a typical soft-skin cargo bay. Filled with boxes and crate and any other object that couldn't fit anywhere else. I found a small box of Hydro-spanners, several large crates of the soft-skin food; including a freezer full of meat. I also found more crates of tools. I did some more searching and found what would have helped the soft-skins find me: a Motion Tracker.
From my host's memories I knew that the tracker picked up vibrations and in air, so then it would bleep when it heard something moving. I knew what I had to do. I lifted up the small box of motion tracker and threw them at the wall. The box -which was made of metal- started to crack. I picked it up and this time held it in front of me and bit it.
This time the box broke in half and sped all it's contains onto the floor. I started to jump on then; I crushed them with my fists. After I had destroyed all the trackers, I went in search of more useful items to destroy. I found no more and had familiarized myself with the lay out of the cargo bay; my craving for blood came straight to me. I needed to find a bigger exit from the cargo bay.
After a few minutes of searching, I finally sought what I wanted to find: a vent. The vent was also concealed by more boxes and objects and it was to far from my corner. I closely crept up to the vent, looking around to see if anybody else was around, I tore off the vent cover and crawled inside.
I was trying to think where I would find and some prey and it came to me. Before when I was being chased by them, the soft-skins were talking about meeting and talking about catching me. Thanks to my host, I knew where they would meet, in the dining area. I could also isolate one of them and kill it.
I again tried to think where the dining area was and if I could get it to it. Yes I could, I could smell the scent of them all gathered together and it wasn't too far away.
I continued down the vents towards the smell, and using my host's knowledge. I was somehow craving listening to the soft-skins, the smell was intoxicating I wanted to get to them; I wanted to taste their fear. I would be able to taste the fear of one of them before I kill it.
I soon came to the dining room. I could see it through a grate in the vent. A hexagon shaped table surrounded by eight chairs. Cupboards, also attached to the walls, and the soft-skins gathered around the table.
"We need to catch the thing," said a woman intently.
"Agreed but it has grown," Ben told the group, "Pistols are no fucking good against it if it has grown. Flame Throwers might work."
"Well we need to catch it then don't we," the worry in the voice excited me, "we could try and set up one of the new energy nets. It won't get out of that!"
"Thing is Lopez," Tom told her, "the net takes over three days to build with all the right equipment and we don't have the right equipment, so it going to take over five days to build it."
"What about locking the ships compartment doors?" another woman asked.
"Jax we don't know where it is," a new male voice said, "if we locked all the compartments and in was in the one we where in, we wouldn't be able to get out!"
"What if you trapped it in then locked them, Killroy?" asked Jax.
"Possible," Killroy answered.
I searched my mind for the knowledge of what each of these soft-skins did and who they where. Killroy was an engineer- as was my host before he died- Jax was the ships pilot, Ben was the ships Captain and the science officer, Tom was the Warrant officer, and the other people who had yet to speak where: Jones, the ship medic, Hawk, Jones assistant, Quelu, the ships first officer and Juetil the Company Representative.
"Look," Juetil started, "we can't kill it. The Company needs these Aliens!"
Juetil was a woman, so was Quelu and Jax. Juetil had blonde hair, blue eyes and had a firm build. Quelu was tall, around two metres and a half with brunet hair and green eyes. Jax was what the soft-skins would call 'weedy' and a wimp: Black hair and brown eyes. My host, Norman didn't think must of her.
"I don't care," Ben told Juetil with spite in his voice, "as long as that thing is on MY ship, it is MY responsibility. You can tell the company that there are Aliens on LV 629, but I am going to destroy the beast. Whether you like it or not!"
From the looks of the faces of the others, they agreed. They really wanted to get rid of me. Well the feeling was mutual. I was going to hunt them down, so I didn't blame them for wanting to get rid off me.
"Hawk," Ben turned to face the middle-aged man. Killroy had short brunet hair and blue eyes, "I want you to get the Motion Trackers from the Cargo bay," I saw my lunch for the day, "and Killroy I want to you try get the energy net built. All of you keep your eyes open and when you see the Alien, report it to the bridge. Dismissed."
All of them turned in different directions and walked out of different doors. I followed my prey; I was going to make he scared before I killed him. I banged the vent sides a bit and saw the soft-skin turn around looking wildly for the source of the noise.
I wanted to get into the corridor with the beast, and I knew I could. I banged on the vent a few more times, and noticed the scent of fear rising in the soft skin. I banged the vent more times until Hawk called out:
"Quelu," the soft skin shouted with worry in his voice, "I know it is you."
From my host, I knew that Quelu was a joker and liked playing jokes in serious times.
"I know it is you," Hawk was getting scared. I could smell it on the soft skin.
I banged on the vent a few more times, until I saw the creature run. The humans don't run very fast compared to us. I saw the time to chase the soft skin with me seeing him. I just lashed out at the vent floor, and it gave way under me.
I hissed my presence to human and ran down the hallway after him. The corridor was dimly lit; Hawk would be able to see my shadow but not me. I could still see him even though he had a head start on me; and I knew I could catch up with him. I started jogging down the corridor towards him.
He heard me and looked at me. The smell that came off him was so intoxicating. I started to sprint towards him. I saw him enter the cargo bay and lock the door. I couldn't get through the door, but I could get through. I crawled up to the top of the door frame and looked around the vent. I found it just a few metres down the corridor.
I ripped it open and crawled through the vent and into the cargo bay. I saw Hawk searching for the trackers. He wouldn't find them; I knew that. I jumped down from the vent in front of the soft skin. I could smell the fear coming off of him. It was so strong now that it could see me up close.
He started to back a way; I though I would tease him. I stabbed my tail at him. I aimed so I would miss he head by a few centimetres. I then tried to head bite him and again I missed on purpose and felt his fear rise again. I opened my mouth to show him my inner jaw and have big and sharp my teeth where. It really succeeded because Hawk had wet himself; and from what I know, that meant he was really scared.
I found I had tasted enough of his fear and wanted his blood. I picked him and bit deeply into his shoulder. His scream was music to my ears, but I though I would be merciful and end him the pain quickly. I raised him higher and head bit him. Ending his life was glory to my species.
So long had the human race captured us and experimented on us. I would be paying back some the lives they had taken from us. I sat and ate my first kill proudly. It didn't matter whether this soft skin had killed one of my kind, they where all guilty as a species.
I enjoyed my kill, the taste of blood and the taste of fear; I wanted more; so I went in search of more. Where would they be? The bridge, I needed to get to the bridge. The soft skins would be on the bridge and they wouldn't be expecting me, I could sneak up on them.
I could get to the bridge through the vent or through the corridor but I felt better going through the corridors. I knew how to open the door. The humans think so simply, I thought as I pressed the button that operated the door. It slowly slid up and I stepped into the darkness of the hallway.
As I continued down through the ship, smashing the lights as I went. I worked with stealth, hiding in the darkness, I wouldn't be found. After fifteen minutes of walked through the ship, I got the scent of a human. I stepped onto the wall and then onto the roof, and went towards the smell.
I walked on for another ten metres following the scent. Still nothing, yet I continued. After another ten minutes I came to the room in which the soft-skins had had their meeting, and sitting at the table was Jax. She was reading a book and didn't notice me come in. I slowly crawled up behind her and hissed.
She dropped her book and turned to look at me. The fear coming from this one was tremendous. She slowly got up from her seat and moved towards a nearby door. I started to walk over to her in a crouch. Jax was steadily walking over to a panel on the wall. She touched something on the panel:
"Err....Ben?" Jax asked nervously into the panel, "the Alien is down here in the room with me."
"What now?" Ben's voice came back. The thing where were speaking into appeared to be what the humans called on inter-com.
"Yes," Jax responded, "and I am gonna run from it!"
"No we can trap it!" Ben said determined.
"I don't know about you but I don't want to be turned into human stew," Jax added with the sound of worry in her voice.
I grinned at this discussion. She visibly didn't want to be in here.
"Ben," Jax said, "the thing is just sitting there staring at me!"
Me just sitting there made her nervous, I was amused at the thought.
"OK," Ben strong voice came back, "just lure it out of the room and into another room and lock it!"
"I don't want to," I turned and walked out of the room. They wanted to trap me and if I wasn't going to let them get me, I was going to surprise them, "Ben it is walked out of the room, in the direction it came from."
I walked down the corridor until it couldn't see me then I waited in the darkness. Jax was still talking and then I could smell the soft-skin moving away. My kind had very accurate smell and vision. Once it had left the room, I crept slowly into it. I then saw my chance to surprise it.
I ran after as fast as I could after the smell. I shot around the corners as fast as lightning would strike. I caught up with Jax, who was now running and grabbed her by the shoulder. I then felt something hit me on the side of my head.
I turned to see Ben, his blonde hair sticking up, and his brown eyes glaring at. I dropped the woman and turned for Ben. He made another swing at me with a metal pipe of something. I grabbed the tube from his hands and threw it down the hallway.
The soft skin didn't have a scent of feat coming off him, but the scent of determination. He ran down the hallway and I followed him. Ben had disappeared into a vent. I slowly climbed in after him. I followed him steadily. If he was trying to out run him wouldn't succeed.
I suddenly got the scent of two more soft skins in the direction Ben was heading. They where trying to set a trap. I turned and went off to my home. As fast as I could so the humans wouldn't follow me.
I would again grow some more with each night as sleep and tomorrow I would be a hard challenge. I went to the area in which I had killed hawk and started to clean it so they wouldn't think that he was killed here. Once I had done that. I climbed over the boxes for another night of growing.
The First Kill
I awoke to notice that the room had changed. The boxes had gotten smaller, so had the wall. Beside me, I saw some sort of small orange material. It was like a snakeskin. I turned to look down my body, and saw that it wasn't the room that had changed. It was I.
I looked down at my new body. I was at least a metre and a half big. My legs had grown tremendously and so had my arms. My head was elongated and my body colour had changed to black instead of orange. My tail was now longer then my body and it helped me balance. My inner jaw was also harder; I could now bite using it. I knew that this wasn't the only change to happen to me. I would soon be getting much bigger.
I stretched out my hand and thought about wall walking. Instantly my claws retracted and a soft pad appeared on my hands. I noticed it had also happened to my feet. I carefully placed my hands and feet onto the wall and started to walk upwards. I was sticking to the wall. It felt excited.
As well as gaining my hosts knowledge, I had also gained some of his personality and my host often wished he could walk on walls and fly. I felt his excitement and his dreams. It was very strange.
I thought that my best chance of survival was to explore the area around my new home, as well as the knowledge from my host, and once I had explored, I could test out my new body and kill one of the soft-skins. I was going to explore the cargo bay first and then go through the rest of the flying hive.
I glanced over the nearest box to make sure nobody was watching me. No one was here. I crawled over the box and into a crouching position and then pounced on to the floor. I landed with a thud and felt the power surge through my body.
The cargo bay was a typical soft-skin cargo bay. Filled with boxes and crate and any other object that couldn't fit anywhere else. I found a small box of Hydro-spanners, several large crates of the soft-skin food; including a freezer full of meat. I also found more crates of tools. I did some more searching and found what would have helped the soft-skins find me: a Motion Tracker.
From my host's memories I knew that the tracker picked up vibrations and in air, so then it would bleep when it heard something moving. I knew what I had to do. I lifted up the small box of motion tracker and threw them at the wall. The box -which was made of metal- started to crack. I picked it up and this time held it in front of me and bit it.
This time the box broke in half and sped all it's contains onto the floor. I started to jump on then; I crushed them with my fists. After I had destroyed all the trackers, I went in search of more useful items to destroy. I found no more and had familiarized myself with the lay out of the cargo bay; my craving for blood came straight to me. I needed to find a bigger exit from the cargo bay.
After a few minutes of searching, I finally sought what I wanted to find: a vent. The vent was also concealed by more boxes and objects and it was to far from my corner. I closely crept up to the vent, looking around to see if anybody else was around, I tore off the vent cover and crawled inside.
I was trying to think where I would find and some prey and it came to me. Before when I was being chased by them, the soft-skins were talking about meeting and talking about catching me. Thanks to my host, I knew where they would meet, in the dining area. I could also isolate one of them and kill it.
I again tried to think where the dining area was and if I could get it to it. Yes I could, I could smell the scent of them all gathered together and it wasn't too far away.
I continued down the vents towards the smell, and using my host's knowledge. I was somehow craving listening to the soft-skins, the smell was intoxicating I wanted to get to them; I wanted to taste their fear. I would be able to taste the fear of one of them before I kill it.
I soon came to the dining room. I could see it through a grate in the vent. A hexagon shaped table surrounded by eight chairs. Cupboards, also attached to the walls, and the soft-skins gathered around the table.
"We need to catch the thing," said a woman intently.
"Agreed but it has grown," Ben told the group, "Pistols are no fucking good against it if it has grown. Flame Throwers might work."
"Well we need to catch it then don't we," the worry in the voice excited me, "we could try and set up one of the new energy nets. It won't get out of that!"
"Thing is Lopez," Tom told her, "the net takes over three days to build with all the right equipment and we don't have the right equipment, so it going to take over five days to build it."
"What about locking the ships compartment doors?" another woman asked.
"Jax we don't know where it is," a new male voice said, "if we locked all the compartments and in was in the one we where in, we wouldn't be able to get out!"
"What if you trapped it in then locked them, Killroy?" asked Jax.
"Possible," Killroy answered.
I searched my mind for the knowledge of what each of these soft-skins did and who they where. Killroy was an engineer- as was my host before he died- Jax was the ships pilot, Ben was the ships Captain and the science officer, Tom was the Warrant officer, and the other people who had yet to speak where: Jones, the ship medic, Hawk, Jones assistant, Quelu, the ships first officer and Juetil the Company Representative.
"Look," Juetil started, "we can't kill it. The Company needs these Aliens!"
Juetil was a woman, so was Quelu and Jax. Juetil had blonde hair, blue eyes and had a firm build. Quelu was tall, around two metres and a half with brunet hair and green eyes. Jax was what the soft-skins would call 'weedy' and a wimp: Black hair and brown eyes. My host, Norman didn't think must of her.
"I don't care," Ben told Juetil with spite in his voice, "as long as that thing is on MY ship, it is MY responsibility. You can tell the company that there are Aliens on LV 629, but I am going to destroy the beast. Whether you like it or not!"
From the looks of the faces of the others, they agreed. They really wanted to get rid of me. Well the feeling was mutual. I was going to hunt them down, so I didn't blame them for wanting to get rid off me.
"Hawk," Ben turned to face the middle-aged man. Killroy had short brunet hair and blue eyes, "I want you to get the Motion Trackers from the Cargo bay," I saw my lunch for the day, "and Killroy I want to you try get the energy net built. All of you keep your eyes open and when you see the Alien, report it to the bridge. Dismissed."
All of them turned in different directions and walked out of different doors. I followed my prey; I was going to make he scared before I killed him. I banged the vent sides a bit and saw the soft-skin turn around looking wildly for the source of the noise.
I wanted to get into the corridor with the beast, and I knew I could. I banged on the vent a few more times, and noticed the scent of fear rising in the soft skin. I banged the vent more times until Hawk called out:
"Quelu," the soft skin shouted with worry in his voice, "I know it is you."
From my host, I knew that Quelu was a joker and liked playing jokes in serious times.
"I know it is you," Hawk was getting scared. I could smell it on the soft skin.
I banged on the vent a few more times, until I saw the creature run. The humans don't run very fast compared to us. I saw the time to chase the soft skin with me seeing him. I just lashed out at the vent floor, and it gave way under me.
I hissed my presence to human and ran down the hallway after him. The corridor was dimly lit; Hawk would be able to see my shadow but not me. I could still see him even though he had a head start on me; and I knew I could catch up with him. I started jogging down the corridor towards him.
He heard me and looked at me. The smell that came off him was so intoxicating. I started to sprint towards him. I saw him enter the cargo bay and lock the door. I couldn't get through the door, but I could get through. I crawled up to the top of the door frame and looked around the vent. I found it just a few metres down the corridor.
I ripped it open and crawled through the vent and into the cargo bay. I saw Hawk searching for the trackers. He wouldn't find them; I knew that. I jumped down from the vent in front of the soft skin. I could smell the fear coming off of him. It was so strong now that it could see me up close.
He started to back a way; I though I would tease him. I stabbed my tail at him. I aimed so I would miss he head by a few centimetres. I then tried to head bite him and again I missed on purpose and felt his fear rise again. I opened my mouth to show him my inner jaw and have big and sharp my teeth where. It really succeeded because Hawk had wet himself; and from what I know, that meant he was really scared.
I found I had tasted enough of his fear and wanted his blood. I picked him and bit deeply into his shoulder. His scream was music to my ears, but I though I would be merciful and end him the pain quickly. I raised him higher and head bit him. Ending his life was glory to my species.
So long had the human race captured us and experimented on us. I would be paying back some the lives they had taken from us. I sat and ate my first kill proudly. It didn't matter whether this soft skin had killed one of my kind, they where all guilty as a species.
I enjoyed my kill, the taste of blood and the taste of fear; I wanted more; so I went in search of more. Where would they be? The bridge, I needed to get to the bridge. The soft skins would be on the bridge and they wouldn't be expecting me, I could sneak up on them.
I could get to the bridge through the vent or through the corridor but I felt better going through the corridors. I knew how to open the door. The humans think so simply, I thought as I pressed the button that operated the door. It slowly slid up and I stepped into the darkness of the hallway.
As I continued down through the ship, smashing the lights as I went. I worked with stealth, hiding in the darkness, I wouldn't be found. After fifteen minutes of walked through the ship, I got the scent of a human. I stepped onto the wall and then onto the roof, and went towards the smell.
I walked on for another ten metres following the scent. Still nothing, yet I continued. After another ten minutes I came to the room in which the soft-skins had had their meeting, and sitting at the table was Jax. She was reading a book and didn't notice me come in. I slowly crawled up behind her and hissed.
She dropped her book and turned to look at me. The fear coming from this one was tremendous. She slowly got up from her seat and moved towards a nearby door. I started to walk over to her in a crouch. Jax was steadily walking over to a panel on the wall. She touched something on the panel:
"Err....Ben?" Jax asked nervously into the panel, "the Alien is down here in the room with me."
"What now?" Ben's voice came back. The thing where were speaking into appeared to be what the humans called on inter-com.
"Yes," Jax responded, "and I am gonna run from it!"
"No we can trap it!" Ben said determined.
"I don't know about you but I don't want to be turned into human stew," Jax added with the sound of worry in her voice.
I grinned at this discussion. She visibly didn't want to be in here.
"Ben," Jax said, "the thing is just sitting there staring at me!"
Me just sitting there made her nervous, I was amused at the thought.
"OK," Ben strong voice came back, "just lure it out of the room and into another room and lock it!"
"I don't want to," I turned and walked out of the room. They wanted to trap me and if I wasn't going to let them get me, I was going to surprise them, "Ben it is walked out of the room, in the direction it came from."
I walked down the corridor until it couldn't see me then I waited in the darkness. Jax was still talking and then I could smell the soft-skin moving away. My kind had very accurate smell and vision. Once it had left the room, I crept slowly into it. I then saw my chance to surprise it.
I ran after as fast as I could after the smell. I shot around the corners as fast as lightning would strike. I caught up with Jax, who was now running and grabbed her by the shoulder. I then felt something hit me on the side of my head.
I turned to see Ben, his blonde hair sticking up, and his brown eyes glaring at. I dropped the woman and turned for Ben. He made another swing at me with a metal pipe of something. I grabbed the tube from his hands and threw it down the hallway.
The soft skin didn't have a scent of feat coming off him, but the scent of determination. He ran down the hallway and I followed him. Ben had disappeared into a vent. I slowly climbed in after him. I followed him steadily. If he was trying to out run him wouldn't succeed.
I suddenly got the scent of two more soft skins in the direction Ben was heading. They where trying to set a trap. I turned and went off to my home. As fast as I could so the humans wouldn't follow me.
I would again grow some more with each night as sleep and tomorrow I would be a hard challenge. I went to the area in which I had killed hawk and started to clean it so they wouldn't think that he was killed here. Once I had done that. I climbed over the boxes for another night of growing.