A/N: YAY! After this, one more chapter! YAY! Sorry guys for taking so long! Mid-terms came up! So much sorries!
Lady Discord: Tis okay you don't review so early. Sometimes I fav stories and NEVER review. Hee. I'm a jerk. Hee!
Cryingurl: I was gonna have a good thing of Scar's history in chap 3, but it got too long and it strayed too much from the story.
Sabrina T: Damn straight.
Spacefan: I will update-ooo! Cookies!
Abbey-Normal: Well, ya gotta realize I only saw AVP only ONCE when it first came out. So of course I would only remember certain things. But thanks!
Lady of Rage: Fine. I have a little "surprise" for you at the last chapter. But not now. HEE! And yes, I will rock on with my bad self.
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Every time Scar tired to move an arm or leg, he would cry out in utter pain and lay still. His whole body begged him to don't move, wanting to be given a chance to recover and rest. But anybody in that situation resting and not moving would certainly mean death.
Little patches of scarring bleeding gashes covered his body, still smoking and sizzling from the acid blood. If the wounds were only gashes he wouldn't have trouble moving. Carrying the female drained him more than he realized.
Reaching an aching hand to his face, he grasped the side of his helmet and pulled it off. Huffing in dissatisfaction, Scar threw his helmet away. The darn thing ran out of power during his earlier struggle, leaving him blind as a blind person and useless as road kill.
That small movement of his arm left Scar breathing hard, making him realize he may have broken a rib. Several probably.
Scar knew he was safe…for now. At least until the pyramid shifts again. By then another wall would open and every darn spiderling and demon would have access to him and kill him. Death was inevitable.
Scar gave out an antagonizing scream. This is not how he wanted to die! He did not want to die at such a young age either!
He couldn't believe this. He could NOT believe THIS! He was only nineteen! He had so many plans for his future and now it was going down the drain. The Hunt was going to be his stepping stone in life. It guaranteed him if he passed, he would be given a chance to mate.
The right to mate isn't given. It's earned. And the way to earn it isn't easy. A male Warrior had to prove himself in matters of wit, strength, cunningness and determination. When a Warrior finishes puberty (Scar was a late bloomer) he is deemed an adult and considered worthy enough to take the Hunt.
The Hunt is a series of tests to weed out the weakest individuals and make elite the stronger ones. The one who passes all the tests with flying colors gets first grabs to mate. He will be able to choose his mate. The others who did not do as well would be assigned a mate.
The first test was a written exam. Scar barely passed that one. Math and definitions were never his best subject. After he gotten his results back, his father had beaten him for not knowing the circumference of a shuriken when thrown.
The second test was a physical. If found a Warrior has been using physical drug enhancements he would automatically fail and never given the chance to mate. Many young foolish Warriors thought they could fool the test by hiding the drugs through other means. They were always caught.
The third test involved war games. Defeat as many enemies as possible…trying to keep companions alive…trying to survive with only a dull knife and so on and so forth. These tests Scar passed with flying colors. And he knew he would pass the final test with honors.
The final test was-of course-to hunt xenomorphs and gain a kill of three. For the past 2,000 years, young Warriors were placed on a deserted ship and hunted the demons within its cold casing. Many Warriors had passed this test with ease because the 'deserted' ship were usually their own. Fighting on one's own turf has its advantages. About twenty years ago, the Warrior elders decided to hunt a new species: Humans. Unfortunately many things went wrong and the idea was dropped.
Scar remembered from his history lessons about the first early Warrior tests. These tests were once taken on Earth, trapped inside a constant changing pyramid where anything and everything could happen. The thought of taking such a test made Scar's mouth drool in envy. Such honor. Such admiration.
But alas, things went wrong and all the pyramids were destroyed. The dream of doing the Warrior test on Earth was diminished. Until about five years ago. The observation crew had notice unusual warmth patterns on Ant-ar-tee-ca. Upon inspection something was found nobody would've expected.
A pyramid.
Intact. Unscratched.
Woohoo!
Five years worth of preparations. Who would go, when it'll be done…Scar's father had pulled so many strings, done so many favors if Scar had screwed up in any way, his father would MUTILATE him before KILLING him.
Well, it looks like his father doesn't have to swing the axe.
Taking a hand to his pouch, Scar opened the little black bag on his hip. Inside held four little shiny green orbs. Taking the little ball, Scar squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth.
They say swallowing Nature Orbs is one of the worst things anyone could endure. Although everyone over exaggerates the taste of the Nature Orbs, nobody can't deny the fact on how nasty they truly taste. Scar himself never tasted one. He had given Alexa one. He remembered quite clearly how her face became distorted by the mere taste of it.
Squeezing his eyes shut and placing his tongue to farthest back part of his mouth, Scar shoved the orb into his mouths.
GAH!
GAH!!
GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Ignoring the urge to vomit and piss over himself, Scar forced himself to swallow the sour thing. The Nature Orb was designed to be a super-powerful supplement full of vitamins, minerals, and other syrups. It was made for this specific situation. To give extra energy and hormones to keep the body alive and going. However, it only lasts for so long and the aftereffects are terrible. The pain that was dulled comes back a hundred times fold and whatever bleeding wounds that stopped flowing becomes worse when unnecessary movement opens them more. The Nature Orbs were made to keep a Warrior alive long enough to get proper medical assistance. Not as a daily pill.
Besides, it tasted nasty enough. Who would want to take it more than once?
Scar automatically felt better. But it'll take a few more minutes till the orb fully sets in and he'll be able to move.
But he was running out of time. The pyramid was to shift at anytime now.
And at this moment of realization, the ground started to vibrate.
The sound of stone rubbing against each other echoed through the room as things moved and changed. His environment became bigger and now he laid in front of a statue of a Demi God instead of a human. An opening to his left became apparent and all thoughts of making out alive were gone.
Out at this opening stood a xenomorph, it's tail swaying side to side keeping its balance. It's hidden eyes fixated, fascinated by the Warrior injured on the ground. Defenseless. Weak.
Scar groped through his belongings, trying to see if he had any weapons left over that were not destroyed. Going to a pouch on his thigh, he opened the vomit covered holder and took out a shuriken.
A armored foot landed right on his wrist, making him lose grip on his weapon and pinning his arm to the ground. The demon looked thoughtfully down on the injured Warrior, almost smiling demonically as if discovered a new toy. A quick whip of its tail and the shuriken pouch flew off, scattering across the room. Scar was now fully defenseless.
If anyone had seen a cat play with a mouse before killing it would describe this scene perfectly. The tall black humanoid demon poked and prodded the fallen Warrior, watching in curiosity. Why does this thing bleed so easily? Why does its blood not burn the ground like his brothers and sisters? Why is it so different?
Nevertheless, the alien knew this was a dangerous being and it must be killed. Finally getting bored with its play, the demon raised it's spiked tail to deliver the final blow.
"Hey buddy."
The demon twisted around to the voice and Scar lifted his pain filled head to look too. There, standing in the same opening the demon once did stood Alexa. It looked like she ran into a tank, dissembled it and carried everything with her. She was positively covered in arsenal.
Forget the Warrior. This female right now is the most dangerous. Take her out first.
With a high squeal, the demon launched itself to her, claws menacing, teeth snarling. From behind Lex's back, she drew out a Warrior spear, letting it extend fully. With a given yell, she drove the spear right into the demon's mouth, the other end coming out from the back of its head.
The spear itself started to melt as the demon laid limp against it. It snapped, and both body and spear landed on the ground dead.
Lex ran around the dead monster, coming up next to the Warrior-who was staring at her wide eyed.
"I took some time and found your other buddies," She breathed, pointing to the various objects on her. "I didn't know what to bring so I brought as much as I can carry. Oh! And I got this too!"
She lifted up an arm computer. Neon blood shone off at the screen, suggesting she had cut off the arm trying to get it. It didn't matter to Scar. He recognized his own race weaponry and knew what she had done. What made him raise his eyebrows (If he had any) that she was here. With him. And not running away. She came back. She SAVED him.
Scar never felt so flattered in his whole life.
"C'mon," Alexa stated, helping Scar off the ground. She let him lean on her, one arm draped over her shoulder. "Lets get out of here."
Moving was strenuous. It got better though. As the Nature Orb started to kick in, Scar found himself needing less and less support from Alexa and moved as swiftly as she.
Soon they were both running. Taking the arm computer from his savior, Scar tapped in the necessary codes, activating the bomb it held.
Tossing the bomb behind them, they ran like hell.
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A/N: ONE MORE CHAPTER! YAY! R/R! YAY! EAT SOME EGGS! YA-what the?
Lady Discord: Tis okay you don't review so early. Sometimes I fav stories and NEVER review. Hee. I'm a jerk. Hee!
Cryingurl: I was gonna have a good thing of Scar's history in chap 3, but it got too long and it strayed too much from the story.
Sabrina T: Damn straight.
Spacefan: I will update-ooo! Cookies!
Abbey-Normal: Well, ya gotta realize I only saw AVP only ONCE when it first came out. So of course I would only remember certain things. But thanks!
Lady of Rage: Fine. I have a little "surprise" for you at the last chapter. But not now. HEE! And yes, I will rock on with my bad self.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Every time Scar tired to move an arm or leg, he would cry out in utter pain and lay still. His whole body begged him to don't move, wanting to be given a chance to recover and rest. But anybody in that situation resting and not moving would certainly mean death.
Little patches of scarring bleeding gashes covered his body, still smoking and sizzling from the acid blood. If the wounds were only gashes he wouldn't have trouble moving. Carrying the female drained him more than he realized.
Reaching an aching hand to his face, he grasped the side of his helmet and pulled it off. Huffing in dissatisfaction, Scar threw his helmet away. The darn thing ran out of power during his earlier struggle, leaving him blind as a blind person and useless as road kill.
That small movement of his arm left Scar breathing hard, making him realize he may have broken a rib. Several probably.
Scar knew he was safe…for now. At least until the pyramid shifts again. By then another wall would open and every darn spiderling and demon would have access to him and kill him. Death was inevitable.
Scar gave out an antagonizing scream. This is not how he wanted to die! He did not want to die at such a young age either!
He couldn't believe this. He could NOT believe THIS! He was only nineteen! He had so many plans for his future and now it was going down the drain. The Hunt was going to be his stepping stone in life. It guaranteed him if he passed, he would be given a chance to mate.
The right to mate isn't given. It's earned. And the way to earn it isn't easy. A male Warrior had to prove himself in matters of wit, strength, cunningness and determination. When a Warrior finishes puberty (Scar was a late bloomer) he is deemed an adult and considered worthy enough to take the Hunt.
The Hunt is a series of tests to weed out the weakest individuals and make elite the stronger ones. The one who passes all the tests with flying colors gets first grabs to mate. He will be able to choose his mate. The others who did not do as well would be assigned a mate.
The first test was a written exam. Scar barely passed that one. Math and definitions were never his best subject. After he gotten his results back, his father had beaten him for not knowing the circumference of a shuriken when thrown.
The second test was a physical. If found a Warrior has been using physical drug enhancements he would automatically fail and never given the chance to mate. Many young foolish Warriors thought they could fool the test by hiding the drugs through other means. They were always caught.
The third test involved war games. Defeat as many enemies as possible…trying to keep companions alive…trying to survive with only a dull knife and so on and so forth. These tests Scar passed with flying colors. And he knew he would pass the final test with honors.
The final test was-of course-to hunt xenomorphs and gain a kill of three. For the past 2,000 years, young Warriors were placed on a deserted ship and hunted the demons within its cold casing. Many Warriors had passed this test with ease because the 'deserted' ship were usually their own. Fighting on one's own turf has its advantages. About twenty years ago, the Warrior elders decided to hunt a new species: Humans. Unfortunately many things went wrong and the idea was dropped.
Scar remembered from his history lessons about the first early Warrior tests. These tests were once taken on Earth, trapped inside a constant changing pyramid where anything and everything could happen. The thought of taking such a test made Scar's mouth drool in envy. Such honor. Such admiration.
But alas, things went wrong and all the pyramids were destroyed. The dream of doing the Warrior test on Earth was diminished. Until about five years ago. The observation crew had notice unusual warmth patterns on Ant-ar-tee-ca. Upon inspection something was found nobody would've expected.
A pyramid.
Intact. Unscratched.
Woohoo!
Five years worth of preparations. Who would go, when it'll be done…Scar's father had pulled so many strings, done so many favors if Scar had screwed up in any way, his father would MUTILATE him before KILLING him.
Well, it looks like his father doesn't have to swing the axe.
Taking a hand to his pouch, Scar opened the little black bag on his hip. Inside held four little shiny green orbs. Taking the little ball, Scar squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth.
They say swallowing Nature Orbs is one of the worst things anyone could endure. Although everyone over exaggerates the taste of the Nature Orbs, nobody can't deny the fact on how nasty they truly taste. Scar himself never tasted one. He had given Alexa one. He remembered quite clearly how her face became distorted by the mere taste of it.
Squeezing his eyes shut and placing his tongue to farthest back part of his mouth, Scar shoved the orb into his mouths.
GAH!
GAH!!
GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Ignoring the urge to vomit and piss over himself, Scar forced himself to swallow the sour thing. The Nature Orb was designed to be a super-powerful supplement full of vitamins, minerals, and other syrups. It was made for this specific situation. To give extra energy and hormones to keep the body alive and going. However, it only lasts for so long and the aftereffects are terrible. The pain that was dulled comes back a hundred times fold and whatever bleeding wounds that stopped flowing becomes worse when unnecessary movement opens them more. The Nature Orbs were made to keep a Warrior alive long enough to get proper medical assistance. Not as a daily pill.
Besides, it tasted nasty enough. Who would want to take it more than once?
Scar automatically felt better. But it'll take a few more minutes till the orb fully sets in and he'll be able to move.
But he was running out of time. The pyramid was to shift at anytime now.
And at this moment of realization, the ground started to vibrate.
The sound of stone rubbing against each other echoed through the room as things moved and changed. His environment became bigger and now he laid in front of a statue of a Demi God instead of a human. An opening to his left became apparent and all thoughts of making out alive were gone.
Out at this opening stood a xenomorph, it's tail swaying side to side keeping its balance. It's hidden eyes fixated, fascinated by the Warrior injured on the ground. Defenseless. Weak.
Scar groped through his belongings, trying to see if he had any weapons left over that were not destroyed. Going to a pouch on his thigh, he opened the vomit covered holder and took out a shuriken.
A armored foot landed right on his wrist, making him lose grip on his weapon and pinning his arm to the ground. The demon looked thoughtfully down on the injured Warrior, almost smiling demonically as if discovered a new toy. A quick whip of its tail and the shuriken pouch flew off, scattering across the room. Scar was now fully defenseless.
If anyone had seen a cat play with a mouse before killing it would describe this scene perfectly. The tall black humanoid demon poked and prodded the fallen Warrior, watching in curiosity. Why does this thing bleed so easily? Why does its blood not burn the ground like his brothers and sisters? Why is it so different?
Nevertheless, the alien knew this was a dangerous being and it must be killed. Finally getting bored with its play, the demon raised it's spiked tail to deliver the final blow.
"Hey buddy."
The demon twisted around to the voice and Scar lifted his pain filled head to look too. There, standing in the same opening the demon once did stood Alexa. It looked like she ran into a tank, dissembled it and carried everything with her. She was positively covered in arsenal.
Forget the Warrior. This female right now is the most dangerous. Take her out first.
With a high squeal, the demon launched itself to her, claws menacing, teeth snarling. From behind Lex's back, she drew out a Warrior spear, letting it extend fully. With a given yell, she drove the spear right into the demon's mouth, the other end coming out from the back of its head.
The spear itself started to melt as the demon laid limp against it. It snapped, and both body and spear landed on the ground dead.
Lex ran around the dead monster, coming up next to the Warrior-who was staring at her wide eyed.
"I took some time and found your other buddies," She breathed, pointing to the various objects on her. "I didn't know what to bring so I brought as much as I can carry. Oh! And I got this too!"
She lifted up an arm computer. Neon blood shone off at the screen, suggesting she had cut off the arm trying to get it. It didn't matter to Scar. He recognized his own race weaponry and knew what she had done. What made him raise his eyebrows (If he had any) that she was here. With him. And not running away. She came back. She SAVED him.
Scar never felt so flattered in his whole life.
"C'mon," Alexa stated, helping Scar off the ground. She let him lean on her, one arm draped over her shoulder. "Lets get out of here."
Moving was strenuous. It got better though. As the Nature Orb started to kick in, Scar found himself needing less and less support from Alexa and moved as swiftly as she.
Soon they were both running. Taking the arm computer from his savior, Scar tapped in the necessary codes, activating the bomb it held.
Tossing the bomb behind them, they ran like hell.
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A/N: ONE MORE CHAPTER! YAY! R/R! YAY! EAT SOME EGGS! YA-what the?