Chapter 1: Birth of the Emperor

The Alien Emperor facehugger shook the muck off of his black body and observed his surroundings. Unlike all facehuggers, he had vertical black slits as eyes on his back. He was able to see ten times better than a human. All he could see were large containers. His instincts told him to look for a way out. But all the cargo was in his way. He began walking onto a nearby container like a spider until he reached the top. He saw his way out. It was an open vent right above all the containers. He pounced onto another container several feet away. He pounced again, landing right above the vent. He crawled inside and continued until he reached the very end of it.

Now he found himself inside the ceiling, looking down on a pair of men. He was no longer in the cargo ship. Now he was inside the western complex. They were standing guard in front of a big door and were armed with pulse rifles. Suddenly another man appeared from the south entrance of the corridor. The facehugger eyed him with interest. He took several more steps until he was right above the two guarding men. The man that just entered walked up to them and rudely asked one of the guards, "You're not getting paid to daydream. Can't you find something useful to do?"

"Yes sir," the guard replied.

The man took a left from the door, leaving the pair alone again. The facehugger moved, going inside another vent. He reached the end of the vent in several seconds. He was again in the ceiling right above the same man and another guardsman. He yelled angrily, "Is it necessary to stand right in the middle of the corridor!"

"No sir," the guardsman replied.

"Idiot," the man remarked.

The facehugger was going to make this man his host. He would follow this man and would stop at nothing to make him his host. He quickly took a left, following the man into another brightly lit corridor. Another pair of men was guarding another door. The man came up to them and asked, "Why aren't you at your posts?"

"Sir, Sergeant Cole said—" one of the guardsman tried to explain before being interrupted.

"I don't care what Sergeant Cole said. This isn't your post."

"Yes, sir."

"That's what I thought you said. Now get out of my sight."

He left the pair alone, taking another left. The facehugger took a left as well, back into a vent. While he was walking he fell to the bottom, but it did not hurt him. He kept going until he reached the end of the vent. This time he was in the floor, under the feet of a female human. She was saying something, but the facehugger had no time to listen. He had to get to his host.

He took several steps forward before it got too dark to see. He changed to his second vision, where he could see everything as white. He could see yet another vent in front of him. He went inside, crawling quickly to the end of the vent. He ended up back in the ceiling after walking upward a few times in the vent. He was right above a pair of scientists who were talking to each other about something that did not interest the facehugger.

There was a rectangular opening in the middle of the ceiling. The facehugger walked to the edge of it, ready to fall out of the opening. When the scientists turned around to do their work, the facehugger fell onto the table that was under him. He quickly fell to the ground and hid under the table. The scientists evidently did not see or hear him fall. So he ran to the open door. Right above him, there was another opening, an air vent. He pounced into it and crawled into the air vent. After several minutes, he fell again to the bottom of the vent. This time when he reached the end, he ended up in a short corridor. When he took a peek to his right, he saw another pair of men but this time they were workers. It looked like they were trying to repair a damaged door that was slightly open, but they couldn't do it.

The facehugger would go through that damaged door and look for his host. For now he would patiently wait in the vent for the workers to leave. They were talking about something, but again it did not interest the facehugger. When he took another peek, he saw the workers take a right. He heard them talking to someone else. This was his chance. He quickly ran to the damaged door and pounced through the slight opening. Luckily none of the humans saw him.

He slowly walked to the end of the short corridor and saw three doors, one on his left, one on his right, and one in front of him. He saw that the right door was open and a man was sitting on a chair, sleeping. The facehugger presumed he got in by using the door in front of him. The facehugger went into the room with the man inside it. But when he took a closer look at the sleeping man, he realized that this man was his chosen host. He knew. The man had the same color hair, same body structure, and same scent.

The facehugger was finally going to the second phase of his transformation. He crawled to the top of the desk right by his host. After a few seconds he pounced onto the host's face, "hugging" his face with his legs and wrapping his long tail around the host's neck. He was not chocking him, but rather was using his tail to hang on to the man's face.

The facehugger inserted a long organ from his underside into the man's mouth and began to insert an embryo down the man's throat. The host tried to get him of his face, but eventually calmed down from something the facehugger did. Within a few hours, the facehugger fell from the man's face, dead. The host awoke again and believed that the Alien facehugger was dead. But what he didn't know was that the Alien wasn't dead. In fact, he was growing inside his chest.

The Alien opened his narrow black eyes to find himself inside the beating heart of his host. He uncoiled his very long body and stretched his arms to its full length. All chestbursters had their arms attached to their bodies. The Empress chestburster was the only one with arms that weren't attached and the only one with legs. But the new Emperor chestburster was a bit different from the female. He did not have legs but he had strong arms that had three sharp claws. His body was covered in black armored scales. The scales on his back were overlapping each other and sticking out from his body by several centimeters. All of his teeth were sharp and, like many chestbursters, had a small inner mouth. His long head was not attached to his body and it was already growing large curved spikes on both sides. His horizontal, narrow black eyes were still on the side of his head.

But he did not have the space to stretch his entire body. It was time to get out. He faced a part of the host's heart, and began biting his way out of it. When he made it out, he heard his host scream in pain. The host would soon die from the destruction of his heart, the chestburster knew, so he knew that his host could handle several more minutes of pain. He began biting through the host's lungs. Another yell of agony. Then he bit through the ribcage, another yell of agony. Now for his moment of escape, he did not bite through the flesh and skin but actually began to head butt. The constant head butting tore through the flesh and skin. Finally, after a few hours of captivity inside the man's heart, the new chestburster burst out of the host's chest, covered in blood and flesh.

He observed his surroundings, again to find himself in the same room that his host had been sleeping in. The door had been closed, however, and now the chestburster could hear someone yelling, banging on the door trying to open it. He had to make his escape. He could feel cool wind on his left and saw an open window. He slithered to the window like a snake and fell down. Because of his strong armored scales, he survived a fall of about twenty feet. He landed on the top of a dumpster outside. There was a bright light right next to him, above his head. He did not want to be discovered so he slithered off the dumpster and landed on the ground. He slithered back into darkness and as he did before, noticed his surroundings. He was outside, still in the complex. The complex looked like an outside corridor. It was completely gray and its road was only dirt. He could sense people, patrolling the various areas of the massive complex.

Instead of waste more time looking around, the new Alien Emperor chestburster slithered towards a pile of big containers. He hid behind it and rested there quietly. He smelled a few humans nearby, including the one he had seen that was kneeling right in front of the boxes. The chestburster took a quick peek and saw the human walking away.

This was his chance. The Emperor quickly slithered from behind the containers and to the other side. Once again he hid in darkness and stayed near the walls of the complex. He continued his journey to find food that would help him transform to his last form.

Dr. Michael Hunter watched the artificial Hive and the Aliens inhabiting it. It was only a few Runners, the weakest type of Alien, but soon he was hoping to be able to control the real Hive. The artificial Hive was used only to study the Alien behavior. His real mission was to control the actual Hive itself. He wanted the power of the Aliens in his hands. And his plan was almost ready.

Thinking of the Aliens brought back memories of his own experience. He remembered being in a room with a group of scientists. They were all doing what they were supposed to, putting in research, analyzing things, and other things. Then they could hear the tapping of something sharp against metal. They didn't know what it was but Dr. Hunter had a very bad feeling about it. They could all hear more tapping of a sharp object against metal. His heart began to race. It sounded like a big thing moving around inside the ceiling. Everyone was wondering where the sound was coming from. One of them actually lifted the opening of a vent to check what it was. Then he can only remember the person screaming and saw blood splattering all over the vent. Then to his horror he saw the person fall….without his head. Blood squirted from the neck where the head was. Then he heard a screech and suddenly—

"Sir, sorry to interrupt you but you are needed by General Johnson," Davis, a soldier, told Dr. Hunter.

"I'll be there soon," he replied.

Davis left the scientist alone. He shut down his thoughts and took one last look at the Runners in the Hive. Then he turned around and walked out, ready to meet up with General Johnson.

The Alien Emperor chestburster had luckily avoided all the humans in the complex. He had caught the scent of a cat while he hid from the humans. Now he was following that scent. It had led him to a big part of the complex, where a few humans were moving cargo to a truck. Keeping to the shadows he moved silently to the truck, ignoring the humans as they spoke of uninteresting things.

Then, he heard it. A cat meowed loudly. The chestburster stayed behind the truck for a few more seconds. Behind the truck was a small cargo room, where cargo was kept until ready to be shipped or moved. The chestburster saw a big fence to his right. On the other side of the fence were a few boxes, including the one where the scent of the cat came from.

Using his sharp teeth, the Emperor chewed his way through the fence. His teeth were stronger than that of ordinary chestbursters, even stronger than the teeth of an Empress chestburster.

After a few minutes of biting, he made it to the other side of the fence. The humans had not heard him or even noticed. The chestburster got near the cage with the cat. The cat began to hiss at him. Not afraid by this, he continued his way towards the cat. Its hissing got louder.

The two men outside heard the hissing. "What's up with that cat?" one of the men named Adam asked.

"That stupid cat has been doing that for the last few hours. Just ignore it," the other one named Justin said.

"Whatever you say."

The two men continued their duty while the chestburster continued his way towards the cat. He squeezed his body in between the spaces on the metal door of the cargo box. The cat began to slash at him but his armored scales protected him. He lifted his tail and began to whip the cat. The cat growled in pain and tried to slash at him some more. The Emperor whipped the cat several more times. The cat made one last pathetic attempt to defend itself and live. But the chestburster simply whipped it again with all its strength, killing it. Once it was dead, he began his long feast, preparing himself to finally become the great emperor he deserved to be.

Well how is it so far?