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Chapter 6 : Without a Single Word

I lay awake on my bed thinking.

The last two weeks, though partly enjoyable because I finally got to handle guns with live ammo, have otherwise been torture due to the fact that Private Marker has gotten it into his head to stalk me. I couldn't even go ot the showers without him showing up and bothering me. I've asked Tina and Mike if they could do something ; like get him sent out into space on a shuttle with a grenade and me with my thumb on the trigger. They laughed and said they would look into it and I had the feeling they weren't telling me something, hiding something but I trust them. I must be imagining it. I don't want to think badly of them.

I have other worries as well; it seems that every male on base suddenly has a crush on me and when I walk down the hall or into a room, they all suddenly want to talk to me or get me something. I've seen some even start drooling!

This confuses me because, as a human, I don't think I'm attractive at all. I have very short, coarse black hair, I'm small and quite stocky, my skin is a different colour and my eyes are a different shape to all the other humans. And the mounds of flesh these human females sport on their chest are very large and pendulous and extremely annoying during combat practice. How any male could be attracted to such a burdensome form is beyond me but they do seem to like it and thankful none of the others are as obnoxious as Marker.

It is annoying though when all of them go easy on me in training sessions and drills, as if I were some sort of fragile thing that could easily break. I may be human but I'm not about to go to pieces if someone lands a decent hit and the lack of challenges is depressing me some what; you can only do so much while practicing on your own.

To fill the time I have been delving into the base archives, looking at Stormer's file and his history to fill in the holes in my cover story. I have found that his wife was what humans call an 'Asian descendant' and looked similar to my own human form. I, of course, changed to date of her death and the information for the offspring to suit my story but when I saw her file picture I was surprised because I realised that I knew this persons face already- from Stormer's memories.

I believe that the reason my human form looks like this may be due to my subconscious Survival Reflex which Mike has told me about. It is a reflex all creatures have which usually prevents us from doing things that would cause us direct harm and does things automatically that help us survive. Sometimes we can over rule and train the reflex, like when we flinch but don't pull away when we have an injection or we go into a dangerous situation even though we may want to run away. Sometimes we can't control it at all, like sneezing to expel potentially harmful particles or closing our eyes when we sneeze. And sometimes we don't even know that it's working, like breathing while we sleep.

I think my subconscious mind knew before my conscious one that appearing like I do in human form would benefit my story and therefore my survival. Mike agrees that it is a probable theory but still doesn't understand why I chose to pretend I was Stormer's daughter.

What transpired between Bryan Stormer and I will always remain sacred to me and even though I don't like lying to Mike and Tina, I don't want them to know about all that happened while I was gone.

I have always known that I was created but I don't know why, or at least the human's reason.

When I have asked, Mike and Tina have always replied that no purpose was intended other than to give me life, for me to live among them peacefully and then they would show me something new and interesting in hopes of distracting me. I soon stopped asking, knowing I wasn't going to get a satisfactory answer but the question has remained with me always; they believe me far more naïve and child-minded than I truly am and this disturbs me a little. I try not to think about it.

Yesterday they gave me orders. I was not, under any circumstance other than direct threat to my life, to hurt any of the marines, in any way. I joked that this was going to put a damper on my plans to assassinate Marker but they didn't laugh as they normally would have. They only glared; too serious. They told me that if the marines requested something of me I was to comply, unless it threatened my safety of course, and I was to treat them respectfully, regardless of rank, even Marker.

From their hash tones they sounded as though they thought I regularly went around, swearing and beating people up like a thug. I admit that sometimes I feel like doing so but I never have and it is only Marker's constant annoyance which makes me feel this way.

The lights out buzzer sound.

I was given quarters outside of the Med Bay two days after my return and I have been laying here since coming back from the mess hall 3 hours ago.

"Finally!" I hiss to myself and twist swiftly off of the bed, landing on all fours. If there is one thing I like about this body, it is that most of its height is in its torso, leaving the legs short enough to be adequate for a four-legged walk.

I have found that I miss my night-crawling habits deeply and so regularly go on what I refer to as 'wild trips'. At night once the lights have gone out, only a few people are in the halls and they are the marines on night watch; while they stalk the halls, keeping guard, I stalk them, purely for the adrenaline rush – and because I can get away with it. Another of my little secrets that I keep from Mike and Tina..

I creep to the door, more quite than a whisper, barefoot and clad in only skin tight clothing that makes no noise as it moves. I palm the door open and slip into the deepr shadows. I can hear footsteps nearby and I grin to myself.

Ready or not here I come.

I move towards the steps, a small hiss escaping my lips. This is going to be fun; I wonder how close I can get this time? I've never known why but it always seems that as soon as the lights go out, everyone who's not on duty disappears. Perhaps their fear of the xenos makes them afraid of the dark too?

Stupid humans.

If the xenos wanted to attack them, their little walls wouldn't stand in the way; I'd already seen that while I had been with Xenayokoda. They had built a net work of highways for us unwittingly by having the ventilation shafts through out the base.

I caught the scent of something drifting in the air and froze.

Cigarette smoke, mingles with a scent I know better than I want to. Marker was on duty, patrolling the hall less than 100 meters from me. My adrenaline surges and my smile widens. I might not be allowed to hurt the marine but I can sure as hell give him a fright he won't soon forget.

I rush silently forward, closing the distance between us until I am only 2 and half metres away from his retreating back. I crouch low, preparing to pounce on him and then run off before he can see me. My consciousness seems to narrow down to only my heart beat, my breathing and Marker's footsteps. A nearly silent growl reaches my ears and it is a moment before I realise it is coming from me.

Then, just as I let loose my coiled muscles and pounce, I hear something, almost inaudible to my enhanced –yet still human- ears but it is enough to grab my attention and throw off my leap.

I trip over my own feet and end up sprawled on the floor, thoroughly disgusted with how my plan has ended. "Oww! What the hell was that!" I curse, forgetting for a second that Marker is so close and end up with a blinding light in my face and a laser guide between my eyes.

"Xeno? Is that you?" Comes Marker's surprised voice, followed by a chuckle at my dishevelled appearance.

"That's Captain Stormer to you, Private." I growl in return, dusting myself off.

"What are you doing out here? Are you the one that's supposed to be on duty tonight?"

"What are you talking about? I'm just out for a walk." I lie smoothly. I don't have any problems lying to Marker, the nosey little rat bag.

"Oh." He actually seems disappointed to hear that. "That guy that's supposed to do the night shift for this sector hasn't turned up yet." He adds.

"Not my problem." I huff and start to walk away but he grabs my arm.

"Ya know, it's not really my problem either. He'll get chewed out for it, not me, so, uh, how about we go back to my room for a bit? I got some good grog all the way from Tepian-X12…."

I want to tell him to fuck off and almost do but then I remember that stupid order.

"Fine." I grind out between my teeth.

His face lights up and I groan inwardly with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Marker leads the way, talking the whole time. I'm furious with myself for having been stupid enough to get myself in such a situation. Not only did I mess up my staking and end up looking like an idiot, it was in front of Marker and now, because of that ludicrous order,I have to spend more than a minute in his presence.

I ignore him, thinking about how much I'd like to hurt him and doing everything automatically until I realise suddenly that we are in his quarters and he is offering me a glass with a dark brown liquid in it. I take the glass and down the lot, hoping that he'll get bored and let me leave soon.

"Ah, a drinking woman then are you?" He says, refilling the glass with a grin.

"Whatever." I growl and skull that glass too. And again he refills it.

"Just slow down though or you'll make yourself sick." He says, watching me slam that one back as well while sipping from his own.

I feel the warmth of the drink spread out from my stomach and can't help but let out a little purr. My muscles relax and I start to sink down into the chair I'm sitting on, thinking that maybe this isn't so bad.

"I don't get sick." I snarl in return, my head starting to feel light. I shake it but that just makes me dizzy so I stop.

"Really. Do you get drunk?" He asked, moving closer to me.

"Of course not. Humans get drunk. I'm a Xenomorph; xenos don't get drunk or sick." I say matter-of-factly, wondering why the hell he would care anyway.

Marker grins widely at me.

"I bet you loved playing Aliens and Marines when you were little." He said, stroking my knee with his hand. I look at it. What's it doing there? He should keep his hands to himself.

"I love being the xeno, creeping around…stalking the marines in the dark….then pouncing when they least expect it…"

I'm not all that sure of what I'm saying, words and thoughts are slurring together, not making much sense to me but I like the warm feeling in my stomach, all cosy and making me sleepy.

"Is that what you were doing tonight? Stalking the marine, me, in the dark?" His voice sounds amused but very far away. Marker is holding me, I think-either that or I'm flying- laying me down on something soft. Pitiful human. What does he think he's doing? "Xeno?"

"Yes…I was stalking you but I heard something…I tripped…" He's laughing softly and something is shifting around me and feel a little cold.

"The big bad Xeno tripped? Well, I guess that the Marine will just have to teach the xeno that marines are in charge."

Suddenly there is pain and I wince, my voice turning into a growl as I feel something inside me tear. The world is rocking, jarring painfully and I fade quickly into darkness.

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I wake with a start.

My head hurts.

Note to self; I can get drunk, very quickly.

I try to get up but find there is an arm around my waist. And Private Anthony Marker is attached to that arm.

BASTARD.

He got me drunk on purpose! And I was stupid enough to let him. Stupid orders.

Not wanting to wake him up and have to hear him brag, I change into my xeno form and inject him with toxins from my tail to keep him knocked out. I move away from him, my flesh crawling and my mind reeling, revolted by what must have happened. How dare this human do that to me! To any female! To trick me and- and- I can't even think the disgusting and dishonourable action.

I am even angrier because I am very sore and my pride is definitely bruised as well.

I pick up my clothes and, not wanting to risk being seen by anyone else in the halls or to go back to my room just yet, make my way back to the Med Bay through the ventilation. Once there, I change back into a human and re-adorn my clothes.

Looking at the clock I see that only 2 hours have passed since I first left my room. It seems as thought I sober up quickly as well. I don't feel like sleeping, I feel…dirty. The showers won't be operational until 0900 hours so I turn on the lab computer to look for amusement. I have long since learned to operate this and have taught myself many things and I like the training games on it; my favourite is the flying module.

When I next look at the clock it is 0400 hours.

I stretch and shut down the unit down; 2 hours of playing is enough for me. I am about to leave when I hear someone approaching. Quickly, I dive for cover, sure that I'm not supposed to be in here at this time of night.

With a soft his the doors open and I hear the footsteps of two people enter.

"I still think it's ludicrous to keep these files on the same computer she uses! What if she finds them?"

I know that voice. It's Mike.

"That's why the time lock is there. She'll never come n here at this time of night and besides, why would she look at a file? She's much too interested in the training programs, our little experiment is."

Tina? Experiment? Did she just call me…

"I thought she was your little 'baby'?" Mike's voice drifted over amongst the sounds of keys tapping.

"Oh, that. I'm over that. I can't keep calling her a baby once she starts having babies of her own, now can I? It shouldn't be long before one of the marines takes advantage of her, especially with those new orders."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I can't seem breath properly. I can't be hearing Mike and Tina having this discussion. "Don't look at me like that Mike, that's her purpose remember. She's more than ready."

My breath catches. My purpose?

"You know I never liked this project. Altering Xenomorph DNA with Predator and human DNA so that it can give live birth is bad enough but breeding her with humans…Even the people who brought back Ripley didn't go that far and look what happened to them; all dead."

"Because they were idiots!" Tina snaps. "That Queen was a complete fluke! If they'd had any sense they would had discovered the alteration and used it to their advantage. They didn't contain the xenomorphs or Ripley properly either. Besides, that was more than three centuries ago; even if Xeno did find out, what good would it do her? We have better containment chambers and she doesn't even have acidic blood to help her. We saw to that by making her so much of her DNA predator- she's practically more predator than she is xenomorph."

My world is being torn apart.

All I have ever know is being cast into doubt.

Yet still it is not over.

"I still don't think we should be breeding her with humans."

"What else is there to breed her with? You know as well as I do that all xenomorphs are female so that they can become a Queen if something happens to the Hive. We still have to figure out how to make a male one to compensate for the lack of DNA that's supposed to be taken from the host."

No males? But what about Xenayokoda….?

"This is going to bite us in the ass, I know it."

"Stop being such a pessimist. If anything goes wrong, we can always make a Xeno number two."

Mikes words from two weeks back drifted in her mind; "….It means we don't have to try and recreate another you." "There, that's the new info added from the tests. I'm going to hit the sack; Xeno's due for a training run at twelve and I want some sleep before that."

Moments latter they are gone and I creep from my hiding place.

I don't know how I should feel. I am frightened, confused, sad, lonely and furious all at once. How could they look at me and tell me their lies day after day? Because I am just an experiment to them, one that they don't even think is all that intelligent either, it seems.

But for so long they fooled me. Am I really all that smart if I let this escape me this whole time, when it was right there staring me in the face?

I had thought they were my friends, that they cared. I cared for them! I would have gone to them for comfort after what Marker had done and they would have pretended to console me most likely, while really they would be happy that their experiment was going so well. Was I really so damned gullible?

I realise that I had already known that they weren't honest with me, not to this extent but I had know. The tests, the training and the secrecy; I just hadn't wanted to admit it to myself, I wanted to fit in, to be loved. And they tore my heart out.

Well I'll show them!

I turn the computer back on. I'll make sure they never make another one of me, I'll mess up their precious experiments so badly, it'll take them years just to recognise which is which!

I set to work.

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It's 0800 hours now. Their files are completely ruined and what's best is that they won't realise it until it's too late. The file on me is completely obliterated. I even searched the whole data base for anything even remotely relating to my experiment. I left them a little surprise too; a lovely little bug that will stay in the system and will destroy anything that resembles a genetic experiment. I'm proud of myself for designing it.

I've already decide what I'm going to do; what I should have done weeks ago. I'm going to the Hive to get Xenayokoda and then leave like we planned.

I need a shower before then. I can still smell Marker's scent on me.

But first….

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"I tell you, that Xeno Stormer has got the best ass I've ever seen and she's the best bit of tail too!" Marker bragged to the whole mess hall.

"Come off it, Marker!" Second Lieutenant Picklals called.

"Yeah!" Charlstien the newbie echoed. "No way would a man-eater chick like Stormer sleep with a scuzz ball like you!"

"You must have been having a wet dream, Marker!" Private Axel jeered.

"I'm tell'n you, she's hot for it!" Marker retorted, trying to convince them all. "I'll bet when she walks in today she's gonna have a big grin on her face and you'll all know I've been telling you the truth."

"Sure mate!" Someone called from near the doorway.

"Keep tell'n yourself that!" Another called.

Everyone got in on the joke and shouted things out to Marker while he simply sat and seethed, his face gone red.

The mess hall fell quiet as the doors slammed open so hard that the handles rattled.

Xeno stood in the doorway, silent, still.

"Hey! Xeno!" Marker hollers across the room, a smug grin on his face. "Tell these idiots what a good ride you had last night! Tell 'em what marathon material I am!"

With slow, deliberate steps, she walked into the room, all faces turned to her.

No sound other than her footsteps could be heard.

She stopped, only a couple feet from where Marker had been crowing from the top of a table.

He jumped down to her, his face eager and obviously assuming that she was going to prove all the others wrong and confirm his story.

"Well? Go on, tell them." He prompted but then smiled. "Or do you want to show them? Go on, give us a kiss."

He leaned towards her and no one knew what happened in that instant but suddenly Marker was down on the ground, curled around himself, moaning something only slightly coherent and a the only part they could distinctly understand was the halting, pain filled words;

"…my…fucking…balls!"

Xeno's head snapped up as one of the newbies moved to help him and pinned the young man with a stare. She took a single step towards him and he stumbled backward, crashing into a table and ending up flat on his back.

And then Xeno spat on Marker, turned on her heel.

She paused only a second at the doorway, looking at each and every person present in turn and they all knew the message behind her eyes;

Do not fuck with me.

And then, leaving a gapping silence in her wake, she left.

Without a single word.

End Ch 6

A/N: Who else feels really sorry for Xenayakata? I know I do and I'm the one that's writting the story. But this is just the tip of the ice burge and we're talking the ice burge that sunk the Titanic. Please review and tell me what you think! And remember all you lurkers out there; reveiw and you get a cyber cookie!