Disclaimer: I don't own aliens, but every character in this fic is mine.
Chapter 6
The Devil's Deal
Tom angrily walked back to the hanger. He was going to try and get some sleep and then make some final preparations for the lift off.
Entering the hanger he saw Rachel exiting the ramp, something tightly clenched in her hand. She glanced around nervously, but didn't spot him and then took off through another door.
Tom was puzzled by the scientist's strange behavior. So much so that he forgot about his quarrel with Jean. Tom took off after her.
Seconds after the door automatically closed, Scar dropped from an air vent. He made his way over to the ship and entered. He spotted the pile of crates that would contain the Devil's Light. A tarp was draped over them.
Scar lifted the tarp and found the boxes. He pulled the lid off one and removed a vial of the liquid. Scar looked at it with distaste for a moment and then turned to leave.
(Wait,) the Queen said. (I want you to destroy the ships controls.)
(Why?)
(Because I don't want the humans leaving the planet yet,) the Queen replied.
(All right, fine,) Scar turned toward the cockpit and entered it. He looked down at the controls and shrugged.
He slammed his fist into the consol causing a flash of sparks and a hiss of electricity. He punched another set of controls causing the same results and then exited the ship.
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"Hey, wait," Tom called. Rachel turned around and slipped her hand behind her back.
Tom stood in front of her and asked. "What've you got there?"
"Got where?" Rachel asked.
"You've got to be kidding," Tom said. "I know what you have. Now, what do you intend to do with it."
Rachel sighed and held out her hands. She had a vial of Devil's Light. "Well, I was researching it and I came across a very interesting line."
"That this stuff is supposed to be able to cure cancer," Tom said. "Yeah, I read that part."
"Well, then you know what I want this for," Rachel held up the vial.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do this," Tom frowned.
"Why not?" Rachel burst out. "God damn it, Tom! You know what its like to lose someone. I lost my husband, but I am not going to lose my daughter!"
"How do you know it will even work?" Tom shot back trying to stay calm. "There's a chance that it won't and that she'll die."
"A very small chance," Rachel shot back.
"Still it's just a theory," Tom said. "Suppose it only makes things worse. They never tested it on someone who had cancer."
"I'm still going to try," Rachel said.
Tom frowned. "I can't let you go through with this," Tom said. "It's too dangerous. I know what you're going through. I lost Anthony."
"No, it's not the same," Rachel said. "There's still a chance that your son's alive. While my daughter will be dead inside of a year."
(Aw, isn't that sweet?) A mocking voice said. (He misses me. Well, dad don't worry…)
The vent above them exploded as a large black creature ripped its way out of it. (Because I am alive and well,) the alien growled.
Scar moved forward causing his dad to shrink back against the wall.
"Anthony?" he asked.
(I'm called Scar now,) Scar glanced over at Rachel who was slowly edging away. Scar held his tail in front of Rachel. (Hold up there, I have a proposition for you.)
"What?" Rachel asked.
(I know what you and your daughter are up to,) Scar replied. (I'm going to offer you a solution to the problem of not being accepted in human society.)
"How?" Rachel gasped in fear.
Scar looked back at his dad. He grabbed him by the throat and hoisted him into the air. His dad gasped. (I wouldn't have survived all this time on my own.) Scar said.
He looked at Rachel who was staring at Tom who was still struggling fruitlessly against his son's grip. (There's a hive on this planet. The Queen has allowed me to live with them and I managed to convince her to let you and your daughter stay there.)
"In an alien hive?" Rachel asked pensively. Tom was now struggling for air.
(It takes some getting used to,) Scar said. (But it isn't that bad.)
Tom was now slamming his fist against Scar's arm. Scar ignored him. Rachel stood still thinking.
(Take it or leave it,) Scar said. (But the alternative is defiantly worse.)
Rachel nodded. "All right, fine."
Scar finally released Tom. He inhaled a deep breath of air. Scar whacked him upside the head and he fell to the floor unconscious.
(Of course, you'll have to make a few changes,) Scar said holding up another vial of Devil's Light.
Rachel slowly reached out and took it.
(All righty then,) Scar said pulling his hand away and hoisting his dad over his shoulder. (You go back to the supply room. Renee should still be there. I'll come back and get you after a little father-son quality time.)
"You're not goanna kill him, are you?" Rachel asked.
Scar looked back at her. Rachel thought he looked startled, but who could tell with alien features. (No, I'm not goanna hurt him, just razz him a little. Oh, and don't take that stuff yet. It takes a couple of minutes to complete itself. You don't want somebody stumbling upon you while you're somewhere in between human and alien.)
Scar turned and left.
"What a weird kid," Rachel muttered looking down at the vials of Devil's Light.