I feel that no creature could really be as evil as some stories and the movies imply the Aliens are and so lacking of purpose other than to kill so this is my version of the Xenomorph's story. You don't have to agree with my opinion or even like it but I ask that you read this story and see just how things are not always as they seem

A/N: Any character or theme or name or creature and anything else from the movie I DO NOT OWN. The plot for this story I do own, as well as Xenayakata and the species Xenyautan. These two are my creatations and mine alone so NO TOUCHIE! If anyone rips off my character or species I will send the realXenayakata after them and she gets cranky if people rip her off.YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Enjoy the story ; P

Humanoid

Prologue: My Name is Xenayakata

The beat that has always been so steady jumps.

Why is it so cold? Now it was warm, now cold again. What is happening to me? Another gust of cold. It is wet now, sticky and I can smell blood. It covers me, envelopes me.

The beat jumps and pounds faster than it ever has before, it frightens me.

I can hear now; tortured screams echo around me, I want them to stop.

I am starting to slip, when I've been so tightly and warmly held before, now I am loose and starting to fall.

Anger. It is all around me. A screech of anger. I feel it reverberate through and around me. No, I do not her the screech of anger, do not hear the cries of pain that seem so much a part of me or the cry for someone to do something. I feel it. I sense it.

It is in my mind.

I do not like what I sense out there. I do not like what I feel and what I do hear from the place that I am being threatened to enter. Light dazzles me and I can not see. Everything is bright.

The beat that has been my only comfort stops.

I am alone.

A flood of senses swallows me and I am drowning in it. I am drowning in water. How do I know what this is? I move my limbs, I swim, I need to be high, I need to breath. How do I know theses things?

I feel Her. She sends her love to me. She tells me what to do. She knows what is happening to me. She knows that I am different but She does not care. I am Her daughter, no matter the reason or circumstances of my birth; I am Hers and She loves me. The Others will not steal you from me, She tells me. The Others will not deny you, one of my daughters, the safety and love of your own family. They all love you. Despite my difference They love me.

I can feel Them now.

Survive, They tell me. Live. Grow and know that We will protect you, They tell me.

I feel air now, cool, calm, still air and I breath, just as She tells me.

Something holds me and I feel its feelings for me. It is afraid of me.

I squirm and it drops me. Someone yells at it. It hurts my ears and I scream my discomfort before I am dropped back into the water.

I swim again. She tells me to be calm, She tells me not to move so quickly. The Others are frightened of Us, She tells me. You must be calm She says. Let the Others hold you and be still, She says.

I can breath again.

Strong hands hold me now. A soft voice croons to me.

"It's alright, young one." It says. "I've got you, I'm not afraid of you."

I feel this is true. It is not afraid of me. I feel warmth all around, soft and fuzzy. A blanket, She tells me. The Others will care for now, She tells me, but it will not last. We will come for you soon, you will truly be safe then, She says. Do not trust them.

"Isn't that better?" The voice croons. "All warm now. I won't let nasty Mike hold you again." A hand strokes my head. It feel nice and I lean into it. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" The voice laughs. "Give Mamma Tina a cuddle." Arms wrap around me holding me tighter and tighter.

Too tight. I squeal a little and the arms loosen. "Sorry Baby. Too tight? Mamma will kiss it better." Soft squishy things press into me.

"That's disgusting!" Another voice says. "It's not a baby Tina! Stop treating it like one!"

"Stop calling her 'it'!" The voice hissed.

I liked that sound. I tried to imitate it. I hissed too.

The hands holding me slipped a little but didn't drop me.

"You see Tina? It's only just been born and you're already forgetting what it is. Have you forgotten how it was born too? Tracy had to die for that thing. Granted she volunteered because of- but the point is for it to be born, something had to die. Something has to die every time one of those things is born! Something has to suffer! Personally, I think that we should kill off the lot of them! For every experiment something has to die. We're onto people now. It's insane! But you know what really makes me feel sick? Tracy just died for that thing to be born and now you're treating it like a baby. A baby for God's sake! It's a killer and you're cuddling the damn thing!"

"She is a baby Mike." The voice said softly. "A very special baby that will put a stop to the need for things to die when they're born. She's going to change all that. That's why she was born, remember? That's the entire reason for Tracy's sacrifice. We'll be ably to continue our research, we'll be able to breed them and nothing will have to die for it." Then the voice turned icy and I could feel it's anger. "And you dropped her. What if she had drowned? Then Tracy would have died for nothing! It was a miracle she didn't drown in the first place.

"You were only meant to fill the tank enough to cushion the fall. That's twice you've screwed up. If I didn't know better I would think you wanted her to die."

"No, I don't. But I don't think we should be playing God, especially with this species."

"We aren't playing God, Mike. We're modifying. If we were playing God, we could have made her from nothing and no one would have had to die, even for her."

I squirmed a little. I didn't like the blanket any more. I was too warm now. I didn't like staying still. I wanted to move. I squirmed harder.

"Shh, shh, Baby, it's alright." The voice crooned to me.

The other one sighed. I could sense that it had given up. Its thoughts were dark and cold.

"Well," It said suddenly. "We can't just keep calling it Baby."

"Her." The voice insisted. "I think I have the perfect name for her. Xeno. Definitely suits her, don't you think?"

"Yeah, real ironic."

"Xeno it is then."

No, it's not, She tells me. No human will name one of my daughters. You are one of Us, She says. You are Us. But you are special also. You will choose you own name.

I think about this. I do not know much but I know that to choose my own name is very special and a great privilege. And suddenly I know. I feel it.

Xenayakata.

My name is Xenayakata.