Hello, hello. I return with another short yet entertaining chapter.

DarkXeno(i'm answering all your questions in one go...): Been to Ceder Point exactly once in my life, and that's the end of my Theme Park adventures. An Alien/Sonic crossover fic sounds neat, but I'm sure you wouldn't want me to stall even more on any of my other fics, so if I ever do write one, it'll be in the far future and will probably be just a one-shot. A funny one-shot at that. I do not own a facehugger or a chestburster T-shirt. If I had a Facehugger I would indeed have been wearing it or at least have had it with me, but I draw the line at the T-shirts. I personally don't like Chestbursters at all XD. The other story will take a while to update, becuase I am currently taking a break from it to gather my ideas, get a better feel for the characters, and to just have the luxury of taking a break while I let my creativity span to other things for a while. A while as in maybe a few weeks or a month or so, not one day
I also agree that they slow-motion running with Scar and Lexmay have been a bit much, but at least it gives hard-core fans a good laugh XD.

Bsdisaster: You haven't seen AvP? Wow, you actually have my pity...
Sorry that I quashed your hopes of having it set in the future (shrug) I just went wherever my inspiration led.

Crista of Herac: Heh, Writers block sucks, and so a blurb is born! Thanks for the R&R!

So, without further interruptions and/or question answering, here is the next chapter of 'Unreal'!


And wow, do I feel a mix of emotions about that little tidbit, I thought sarcastically. Sure, I was terrified for my life, who wouldn't be? But also, mixed in with that terror, was a type of uproarious glee that somehow, someway, all my dreams had come true! Adrenaline rushed through me as I pounded through the halls, avoiding the moving bits of stone as well as I could. I already knew that, ahead of me, Weyland would be dead and the three others would be in various rooms. Now, all I needed to do was find the room that had the humans in it, and all would be pretty much okay until I found myself in another life-threatening situation after five minutes or so.

Wow, such an easy job I had.

And it was made so much easier by the fact that I had absolutely no idea where I was. Sure, I had practically memorized the movie, but the movie didn't show the entire way around the pyramid, and the thing shifted every ten minutes, so I could be in the same exact room I had been in before and never know it. But I did know that I was going in the right direction, at least.

Suddenly, I saw a solid wall in front of me, and I cursed out loud as I slapped it with the flat of my hand. Damn this place and the stupid shifting walls! I turned around, looking to both the right and left of me to see if I had somehow missed a passage. Lucky me, there was a long hall on my left side, and I slipped through it without a thought. Well, if movie logic served me, I would get where I was going no matter where I turned, so it didn't matter… unless this place, wherever I had truly ended up, was based more on reality than movie events.

And it might be, considering I had changed the entire thing by falling in on the scene, however reluctantly. I huffed a little as I walked, listening hard to see if I could maybe hear signs of other life. I had been running pretty fast down those hallways, and that coupled with the battle and being attacked was much more exercise than I was used to, unfortunately. I had to rest or I would never be able to fight off anything.

I sat down, the spear in my hand still clutched tightly; there was no frikin' way I was gonna let it out of my sight for even an instant, because if I lost it I would lose my only chance at survival down here, in this place. Already I was colder than I had ever thought possible; my arms were freezing and my legs might as well have not been there. I hadn't come to this place prepared for the artic temperatures, though I had come more prepared than I would have been if I had suddenly found myself transported while on the computer at home or something. My shirt was pretty thick, too; green and made of fuzzy crimp that kept in heat fairly well.

But that wasn't enough to keep me warm, and I shivered as I stared at the opposite wall, my mind withdrawing into itself as I thought. The wall had beautiful patterns on it, many were letters and hieroglyphs that I couldn't understand, but the pictures that I could see were wonderful; true works of art. It was something that an artist like myself could appreciate fully, even when she was fighting for her life.

The reality of it hit me then. I wasn't just fighting on some jaunt through the countryside, with set rules and a code of conduct; I was indeed fighting for my life. I could die in this place, if I wasn't careful. In fact I was likely to die here, and I couldn't afford to think that it was all a dream, or that I would be okay based on the fact that I was from reality. I had to use all I had to survive, and I knew I had a distinct advantage over the other humans. I knew how this story would play out, more or less.

Yeah, more or less. The fact that I had sorta saved two Yautja by coming here might set that off a bit.

A pain in my arm reminded me that I hadn't escaped unscathed, and I chanced a quick look at my left limb to see how bad it was. Unfortunately, my ripped coat was in the way, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to see a damn thing with it on, so I transferred my spear to my right hand and pulled my arm out with a hiss as the wounds encountered cold air.

Ugh, now that looked gross. I stared at the two long gashes, fascinated in some morbid way by the wound that was still bleeding slightly. Lucky for me, the pockets of my coat still had a bunch of clean Kleenex from when I had been sick, and I pulled them out. Antibacterial, even better! With a wince and grit teeth, I began covering the slashes, sticking them to the blood gingerly. Finally, it was dressed as well as I knew how, and I put my coat back on and leaned back against the wall, wondering when the next shift would be and if it would squish me.

I sighed, setting my head against the wall and closing my eyes. I could hear something, though… it sounded like some sort of skittering. Almost like mice or…

A spider. My eyes flew open, and I froze as I glared in all directions, looking for that small, tell-tale movement that would tell me where my enemy was. In a moment I had found it, but in that same moment the facehugger chose to jump.

My arm came up automatically, and I felt the creature latch onto my hand. I shuddered in disgust, shaking it off it's precarious perch and grabbing it's tail with my other hand as quickly as I was able, trying desperately to keep the writhing thing from gaining an attachment anywhere on my body. Finally, I decided to try it the old-fashioned 'me' way, and just kill it simply.

I brought my hand up, the one that had it's tail gripped firmly, and commenced slamming the creature into the floor as hard as I possibly could, snarling a stream of curses as I went.

"God damn you, you fucking bastard spider! You think you could latch onto my face? I'll show you, you dumbass fucker; go to freaking hell!"

It squeaked every time it hit the stone, and the sounds it made only made me hit it to the floor harder until it was silent. I put one foot on its inert and broken body and stood up, bringing my spear to bear as I removed my foot and slammed it down, cleanly cleaving the stunned spiderling in half. I stared at it for a moment, my face contorted in disgust as I saw it twitch, its corrosive blood eating through the floor.

The blood… should I mark myself a warrior? Heh, nah; that was only for the Yautja to do, no matter how tempting it might be. Besides, if I ever got back, mom would be downright livid if she saw a scar like that on my face; she'd probably faint or something, and then give me a lecture on how I really shouldn't get tattoos without her permission. I wasn't even a real warrior anyway! I just fought because I had to; I didn't even like it.

But taking a trophy wouldn't be bad. Besides, I'd always wanted one of those little legs or fingers as my own. I closed my eyes slightly, listening hard, but I couldn't make out anything besides the sound of my muffled breathing. It seemed that I had been lucky, and my cursing hadn't been loud enough to bring any others to the area. With a relieved sigh, I knelt down and gripped one of the unbroken legs in my hand firmly, twisting back as hard as I could and smiling as I heard a satisfying crack. When I looked back at it, I saw that the finger had broken cleanly, and there was very little blood that dripped from it. Still, to be sure, I tapped it against the floor to drain it, making a little design in the stone that looked like a tiny claw.

I looked at the design, and then back at the finger, a speculative look crossing my face. Yes, that would be perfect! I wouldn't mark myself a warrior, no, I would just give myself a little scar on my hand. People got those all the time, and I could just say that I had slammed my arm into something sharp. Sure, I could stand the lecture on watching where I was going for that, and it could serve as my proof to myself that what had happened really had happened, and I hadn't been dreaming.

I grit my teeth, knowing that it was going to hurt from the spot on my left hand where I had been touched by the blood before, and slowly drew the design on the back of my right hand. It burned like hell, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out, but it was turning out better than I had anticipated. Xeno blood was a good art tool for skin runes, it seemed, and considering that there was only two lines I needed to make, the pain was only minimal.

"Awesome," I commented after I had finished, tapping the finger on the floor once more to continue draining the blood. The design, made up of two simple curved lines, looked exactly like the claw of one of my favorite extinct animals, the deinonychus. I smiled and tucked the drained finger into my coat pocket, gripping my spear tight as ever as I cocked my head to listen, then continued on down the hallway.

Suddenly, the pyramid began to shift, and I sighed as I stopped. Then, the wall to my right shifted, opening into a larger room, and the hall before me slammed shut. I looked to my right, considering the room and wondering if it would be a good idea to go in, when the wall behind me began to shift forward. With a yelp of surprise, I leapt into the larger room and turned just in time to see the wall slam shut. I glared at it for a moment, and then began to listen, using my hearing to establish if this room had anything dangerous or not. For now, it seemed safe, and I looked at it curiously.

It seemed to be another long hall like the one I had come in at, with huge statues and pillars in the shape of gigantic Yautja. I rolled my eyes at the display, wondering why ancient cultures had to be so blatant in their worship, and moved forward, one thought crossing my mind.

The next thing that jumps out in front of me with intention to kill is going to get one hell of an earful!