Disclaimer: I don't own Aliens, but just about every character in this fiction is mine. Steal and you'll wake up at the bottom of the Pacific, sleeping with the fishes.

Chapter 5

The End

(So, the humans just sold you?) The Queen asked. (Did they know what they were doing to the humans at that facility?)

(No,) Anthony replied. (I found out later that they didn't.)

(You humans,) the Queen said shaking her enormous head. (Anything to make a profit.)

(We're not all that way,) Anthony argued. (There are some good people out there. Too bad, I had the misfortune to run into most of the bad ones.)

(Both our races are more similar then you think,) the Queen commented. Anthony looked up at her. (Most humans don't care anything about another human. Most Queens and praetorians don't care about the drones. But there are still a few good ones out there.)

(I suppose you think you're one of the good ones?) Anthony asked.

The Queen leaned her head closer toward him and asked. (Are you one of the good ones, Scar?)

(My name's Anthony,) the drone snarled angrily locking 'eyes' with the Queen.

The Queen broke eye contact and ignoring Anthony's last comment asked. (So what happens next, Scar?)

Anthony dozily sat up. He was in a small room, a cell. The only door was a heavy steel one. A glass window was the only opening in it. On the other side of the room there was another glass-covered window. A bed and a sink were the only pieces of furniture.

He stood up and looked out the window. Even if he could get it open it was a long way to the ground, a very long way.

The lush green jungle was the only thing he could see, besides the mountains in the distance. He noted the bizarre alien vegetation. He wasn't on earth there was barely any rain forest left on that planet.

He looked around the cell for a means of escape. He walked over to the heavy door and studied it for weaknesses. He angrily kicked it.

"Let me out of here!" Anthony yelled.

(Hey, be quiet. I'm trying to sleep,) a voice said in Anthony's head. He glanced around looking for the source of the sound.

"Where are you?" Anthony demanded finding no one in the cell.

(Next cell over,) the voice answered. Anthony formulated a picture of what the voice's owner might look like. He came up with a white haired African American. (How old are you kid?)

Anthony hesitated before answering, but deciding he had nothing better to do he answered. "Sixteen."

Anthony thought he heard the voice swear. (Those $$es! A little kid!) Another swear followed.

"What's going on here?" Anthony asked.

(You'll find out soon enough, kid,) the voice said regretfully. (If I told you. You wouldn't believe me, and it wouldn't make it any easier.)

"Wouldn't make what any easier?" Anthony asked feeling fear grip him. "What's going on?"

(I'll tell you when you'll believe me,) the voice said. Anthony somehow found himself thinking that the voice was fighting back the urge to say something else too. Something that he didn't think he should tell Anthony.

"Nothing life threatening is going to happen, right?" The voice was silent and Anthony's heart sank.

Anthony sat down on the edge of the bed awaiting his fate. The temperature in the room was moderate. Whoever had set this up had certainly made sure the environment was comfortable. Unfortunately, the bed wasn't as comfortable.

He waited a few minutes and then lied down on the hard mattress. He kept his eyes open and on the door, hoping for an escape plan to present itself.

It didn't take much longer for a person to enter. A young woman in a white lab coat carrying a needle filled with some dark green liquid.

Anthony jumped up hoping to make a dash past her and out the open door, but he ran headfirst into an invisible barrier. "Ow," he grabbed his nose, which had collided with the force field. He reached out with his hand and felt the force field that separated him from the woman and her needle. The door closed and Anthony felt the force field disappear.

Jane approached holding up the needle and its dark green contents. The kid backed away into a corner, away from her.

Jane approached him well used to doing this. Anthony suddenly lunged forward and tried to grab the hand holding the needle. Jane quickly snatched her hand away and grabbed Anthony's arm. She yanked him closer and jammed the needle into his side releasing all of the liquid into Anthony's bloodstream.

Jane quickly turned and left the cell as Anthony fell to the floor, gasping. Jane had no wish to see what happened next. Even though she had administered the serum hundreds of times before, she had no wish to watch the transformation of that poor kid.

The reason, General Mavius said, that she was always selected to inject the test subjects was because a woman probably wouldn't appear as threatening. But Jane secretly suspected that he knew she didn't like doing this to them and did it just to torture her.

Anthony groaned as he suddenly became feverish. He rolled over and tried to push himself off the floor, but discovered that he lacked the strength to. His breathing became more strained as he felt his lungs burning. His entire body was burning.

His tongue felt like it was melting and his mouth itched. His tongue now felt very different inside his mouth. He groaned as something grew out of his back. But it grew slowly and then other protrusions began to grow from his back. He held out his hand in front of his eyes and saw that his pink, sweaty skin was turning black and hardening.

The back of his head began to extend out. He groaned. It felt like the bone was growing faster then the skin and that his skull would rip through his flesh, but it didn't.

He tried to scream, but the sound came out distorted and more like a growl or screech.

He started to grow larger. His increasing size tore through his clothes. A tail began to form from his spine growing slowly outwards, new vertebrae forming as it went. His ribs became visible as his skin sucked in towards his chest. Claws grew from his lengthening fingers in front of his eyes. He felt the same happening to his toes. His skin had finally turned completely black, but his head and tail were still growing, along with some of his internal organs. His eyes suddenly blinked off and he couldn't see. His eyes were still there, but they were finally vanishing into his head.

Anthony gave one final shriek of pain and then passed out.

(Hang in there, kid,) Jack Blood said as he heard another painful inhuman scream.

Jack Blood didn't look anything like what Anthony thought he might look. At one time, he had, but now he was covered in black skin, had a long tail, and an elongated head. The creature looked out of place sitting on the bed. (Don't die.)

And that was the act that turned my life into a living hell. Those so called scientists ruined my life. Or did they? Maybe I can still salvage it.

-Anthony/Scar

I know the transformation scene was long, but I couldn't resist describing it in such great detail.