Chapter Two.

It seemed like all was against them, they had nothing but badluck eversince they found out that Earth was taken. It took only one alien to begin the apocalypse on the humans planet, a matter of months and it was over, starting with only one or two cities, then after only one year, the world was taken. The great cities were taken, New York City to Melbourne, London and Frankfurt.

Emma Chan was not there at the fall of humanity, she was waking up from cyro-sleep, nightmares ruled over her mind. Sorrowed memories of Demi and Alexis, even Williams fell into her thoughts from time to time. Everything she had been through would forever scar her soul, LV-154 was in the past, one of the first human encounter all those years ago. She fought for her own life and the lives of others, the aliens were her life, and right now, they were surrounding her.

She heard the horrifying screams of the ones she had spent her rest with, cries in the distance somewhere in the corridors of the ship she seemed to be in. Her throat hurt from a longlasting dryness, her muscles ached from a lifetime in slumber, she remembered the last time she felt like this, when she she awoke from her cyro-sleep from escaping the Santas Rio. How long had she been out? She wished not to know at this point, the screams were coming closer to her small grey coloured room.

A banging on her door brought a fear that she had not felt in many years, she gripped hold of her chest feeling an agonising pain, something was wrong. The banging became a muffled thumping on hard cold steal, the sounds bouncing around her room, deafening her, still the screams. Chan reached for the door switch, still holding her chest, the pain was almost too much, she prayed for peace, but God did not seem to ever answer her prayers.

Before she pressed the switch thick red liquid splattered onto the view-window, some kind of chucky bits of flesh dripped down onto the floor, and the screaming had stopped. Sadly the pain grew worse, unable to stand Chan fell to her knees, then onto her back, she was now unable to breathe, and the screams began once more, but not from outside.

It was Chan that was screaming, blood suddenly spraying from a deep gash in her chest, coming from the inside, the pulsating waves of warm blood now covered the cold floor that she was lying upon. She jerked around trying to fight her body from throwing itself about, but she could only feel the pain and lie there as her body spasmed. Blood now poured from her chest, mouth, nose and almost like a rainfall as she cried thinned blood.

As she squirmed for the last time, her last heartbeat, her last thought of horror flooded into her mind. It was over as her chest ripped open, the small yet long snakelike creature throwing itself about, free from its egg. Thick gel, warm with the corpses blood dripped from the creatures jaws, the shining teeth snapped as it slowly dragged itself from the dead Chan.

Looking at her, moving close to the motionless face, only one tear fell over her cheek of the wide eyed woman, its mouth opened and its second sharp fanged mouth almost like a tongue licked Chan, then it opened its mouth and looked deeply into Chans eyes.

"Mother!"

Oh god, it was only a dream. Her heart pounded in her chest, the visions of a life that could be a reality. How long had she been in the daze? Chan looked over at the Digital Hover Camera, hoping that Jacques and Sam were closer, but they were no longer in view, only the aliens could be seen, and they covered the city street. She flicked for DHC manual movement, at a top zoom range she scanned for human life, but nothing on the street ahead, Jacquess com was still activated showing a pulse, so he had to still be alive.

Looking closely towards the centre of the alien group she could see a thin cloud of yellow smoke. She zoomed in even closer and flicked on the thermal scanner. The aliens when up and running would have no heat signatures, but if an alien had been harmed, the acidic blood would show a heat pattern on the scanner, which it was now. Looking at the pattern of the aliens she noticed that a small gap in their line was breached, she smiled. 'Jacques, you lucky fuck." There were no signs of human blood, they must have gotten away.

But as she sighed a breathe of relief, she noticed that the aliens were headed into her direction, coming towards the Cerebus.

Did she ever have a break, its as if they knew that she was there. Chan looked at the DHC and could clearly see the aliens looking at it, looking towards the ship, it was amazing really, the ship should not be in view, in the dense fog and so far away, it was amazing, the creatures instincts were far superior of any earth inhabitant. Thinking about it, no wonder these monsters were hard to destroy, they just know where to go, and it was because of the Queens.

The drones themselves were lacking intelligence, but as long as there was a queen in the area, they could do anything, she guided them, put her mind into every single individual alien drone. And right now, the queen guided the aliens to Chan, a funny feeling Chan had in the gut of her stomach, the queen knew she was there.

At an incredible speed the monsters got closer to the Cerebus as if there was a light guiding them, but one little device that the aliens did not know of was the new ship defences that were made specifically for such an alien encounter. With a flick of a small red switch and it was... Nothing was happening, the shield was not working.

Goddamn electrician, the last thing Chan demanded was the protective shield for the ship and they had not put it in, what was wrong with these people, do they just thrive on causing countless deaths. She was sure that the fucker was smirking as the blast doors closed, now she knew why. Human nature can show so much hatred, even at a time like this.

"Mother, activate 'Inferno Field'.. Run through route B, sector 17-Z-a14." Chan hurried the commands, hoping that something would turn on, a light would flicker, something that would help, but there was only one reply that Chan was expecting from Mother.

"Inferno Field Activated." And just when you think your screwed something like this happens, it worked, thank god, someone was watching over her for once, and just in time, looking at the DHC she noticed that the aliens had arrived, and with a smirk she watched on as they poured into the shield generator.

. . .

Guy sat at a small three seater table in the mess hall, it was normally quiet around this time. He would have time to think about his tasks for the following day, or the same old things he did everyday. How did he get to where he was now, stuck in a small series of chambers hiding from humans who act like monsters and from aliens that act like, well, act like, coming to think about it, what did aliens act like? What would an alien think they acted like?

Time passed by so slowly these days, with the buzzing of the Air-Ventilation-System, and the flickering lights, dull as always. If it was upto him, he would march straight into the Spears' main hall and with one bullet, end all this, if the main leader was down the rest would follow the one that would take command. Unfortunately he was stuck in the hidden pipes just a few hundred yards from the monsters, fucking psychotics, who would believe the aliens to be the new savior? Not anyone he knew, well, thought he knew up until a few years back. Andy, poor kid.

Watching them walk around believing they were so important. The group did not really know why the monsters were named Spears', sounded like a stupid name to call humans that betrayed their own race. They were worse than the aliens, at least the aliens had purpose, but these monsters, they lived believing that they would be saved by the new lord. Who sadly had to be an alien, who would of thought? An alien, a big goo dripping, razor-toothed savior, last laugh for the one once called Jesus.

That name was lost year ago, when prayers were no longer a whisper or even a thought. God did not play a part in human existance anymore.

Sitting once more in the cell, Guy looked out at the cloaked men and women walking around, always wearing red and blue, hands together, forever in prayer, but something was different this day, Guy was looking upon a group of them, more than twenty. He looked at them all, standing in small rows of 5, looking directly at Guy, it was almost scary, but he knew that they could not see him.

A tall man in a black cloak walked in front of the mirror, looking out towards the others, his hands by his side, he turned his head away from them and looked at a small camera, he began to talk. Guy wished that he could hear what was being said, but soon he got a clue when a holographic image of an alien appeared on the screen. He then watched as the Spears' fell to their knees, he was almost able to hear the chanting.

They all lifted their heads and looked into the direction that Black was looking. Guy watched as three more cloaked figures walked into view, two in red, the other in white, standing in front of the camera, two of them walked away leaving White next to Black.

Black began to speak again to the camera, and slowly after a few minutes he reached over to White, lifting his cloak of him. Guy could only watch in horror as he recognized the young boy who had been gagged and beaten, Andy Evans, the kid was only fifthteen, and bruises covered his face. Black looked at him and back to the camera, and after a few more minutes Black reached behind him, and took out a long very sharp looking knife.

He was sat in the mess hall remembering the past, trying to not look back further, but even close to the present were nightmares. He sometimes wondered if he should of died with his team back on Jevan, but the more he thought about it, the more he would think that it was not his time, and still, even years after Jevan, it still was not his time. Thinking about poor Andy Evans made his quest for revenge greater, he had a score to settle and until he took out every one of those sick fucks, he would be ready, preparing.

His senses were sharp nowadays, he could smell someone coming, Kathy. The door opened and she walked in, he turned his head slowly not trying to seem that he was looking specifically at her, it had been a long time since he had been with a woman, years. Kathy was definately something to look at, not so close to six foot, but a nice womanly height, petite yet tough body, she had been through alot. And one thing he loved about Kathy was that she would always have soft, clean hair, damn she smelt good.

She walked over and sat down beside Guy, smiling, she was a woman, she knew that he was looking at her body, especially her firm breasts, all men could not resist. She reached for his drink and sipped it, 'Jack on the rocks' and this shit was real, must of been alot of credits to get the real stuff, not that chemical crap.

"Hey there Guy, what is a good-looking marine like you doing all by yourself in the mess hall, it kinda smells bad in here." He looked at her and smiled, she returned his smile and lightly punched his shoulder.

"Well, it did smell bad until you came in here Kat." He gave her a little wink and began to stand up. She grabbed his shoulders and forced him back into his seat, no longer smiling at him, she just stared at him, almost emotionless. All he did was look back as he let her have her way, he was not sure where this was headed, but right now, he would play along with. "Come on little girl, I have a perimeter to walk." But there was no reply, she just straddled him and was now sitting on his lap.

"I have not been with a man in so many years Guy, and I really want you, I have for a long time. I have been trying to get you alone but you are always finding things to do." She fluttered her eyelids and smiled, she moved in to kiss him and he let her, their lips met and he could not believe how soft her lips were. Then again, she could not believe how gentle his kiss was, and his hands caressed her body, for that one moment in time, they were no longer in hell.

Unaware the two were being watched, and heavy breathing indicated that this person was going to keep watching. A light flickered showing his face, Demetri, his sleazy grin as he watched the two consenting adults take advantage of each other. If it was not for the secret soundproof chamber he sat in, they would hear him and see him, his eyes stared as he watched the two undress.

He reached down still looking at them both and took hold of an open file, with a quick glance he saw pictures of both Guy and Kathy, his grin became a grimace.

"She is mine you fucker, not yours!"