Kjon Audio Diary Log / Jennifer's Diary
July 15, 2621
The dropship arrived in time with the hypersleep chamber, which after treating Jon's wounds for a bit, the Task Force operatives placed him in, stabilizing his condition. After the two of us were secured, we flew back to the facility without incident. Dad tried calming me down as we flew back, but the only regard I gave him was a dirty scowl. He understood why I was angry with him, and didn't push it. "I promise you ,Jenny, when we get home Beth and I will give you an explanation." He told me. I made no reply to him.
Once we arrived at the facility I was immediately greeted by Beth, and some of our friends. "Jennifer!" Beth and the others who waited for me called out excitedly when they saw me depart from the dropship.
"Beth! Guys!" I replied happily when I saw them.
"What happened to you?! Where were you?! A-are you alright?! We thought you were-?!" They all asked choked up with emotion. In all the time I'd been away the thought of how worried everyone was for me completely skipped past my mind. It made me realize just how much I'd left behind when I left, and although I wasn't looking forward to what was about to come, as I embraced my sister and our friends in a loving hug I can remember thinking how good it felt to be home again.
"It's alright guys. I'm fine." I assured them.
"What happened to you?" "Yeah, we thought you were dead?!" "We heard that you ran into that Hunter?" My friends asked me.
"Yes I did, but it's alright. He took care of me." I told them.
"HE WHAT?!" They all exclaimed loudly.
"What?" I asked them.
"He couldn't have! He's a ferocious bloodthirsty monster!" One of our friends ,Tina, told me.
"What are you talking about ,Tina?!" I asked.
"You don't know what happened?! No one's told you yet?!" Rodriguez asked.
"He attacked-!" Beth was about to answer me.
"That's the Hunter right there! Get it!" Rodriguez hollered after noticing the Task Force operatives hauling the cryo-chamber with Jon's wounded unconscious body inside. Rodriguez immediately picked up a large stick and began attacking the chamber with it. Everyone else aside from Beth and I followed his lead, picking up rocks, branches and whatever they could use as a weapon to attack with, and began hammering away at the cryo-pod's clear plastic casing, which displayed the teenage Yautja's body. I was shocked to see this, not just by the idea that my friends thought Jon was responsible for killing someone, but by the fact that Dr. Reida, Lisa, and Terry had been hurt, and by my friends' sudden violent outburst. Beth and I had known these guys for years, some of them we knew even before we began working for the corporation ourselves. These were the calmest most passive people we'd known, not that I thought it was impossible for them to cause or commit such actions as they did then, it's just I never saw them act like that until then. The Task Force agents (and I) began trying to force my friends back to protect Jon, but although they managed to force them back, my friends didn't give up in their attempt.
We suddenly heard three gunshots go off. We all jumped as we heard them, and covered our ears. I ducked low to the ground, but it wasn't necessary for me to do so. We all turned to where we heard the shots come from and saw the Task Force operatives' General ,Anthony Spears. He was in a ghillie and thermal insolation suit just the same as his subordinates were. He wasn't as tall or muscular as you'd think a man of his reputation would be. I'd only ever heard about the man until then and I can say that even his intimidating presence is a massive inconsistency, not that he was lacking in it, as a matter of fact it was quite the opposite. Words couldn't describe how scary he was. There was a reason why his subordinates feared and respected him. Spears holstered his pistol after arresting our attention, and calmly took the head of his ghillie suit off revealing his scarred face. "Move." He told us in a quiet, yet foreboding voice.
"Thank-you ,Spears." Daddy thanked the General, before relieving him and most of his men. "Move along everyone, the Hunter will be dealt with." He assured my friends who were still in shock over seeing General Spears. I didn't like how Dad had said that. "Jenny, Beth, come with me." He beckoned us as the operatives carted Jon over to the medical bay.
"But-." Tina spoke.
"It's alright Miss Parker. Jenny will be fine. There's something Beth and I need to tell her." Dad replied to her softly. We continued towards Dad's office, talking about what was going on, and ignoring a few other people who we knew that were excited to see me. I admit I felt a little bad about it but at the moment I was more worried about getting to the bottom of what Dad and the company was doing.
"What's going on right now Dad?! Why is everyone after Jon?! And why is everyone after Jon?!" I asked among a lot of other questions, which included the lies about the marines and the xenomorphs, something which surprisingly didn't upset him or anyone else when I asked this. "Where's Dr. Reida, Lisa, and Terry?" I asked after entering Dad's office, realizing they weren't with the rest of our group of friends.
"Jenny... Dr. Reida... Lisa... Terry... They're..." Beth struggled to reply, to shaken to fully respond.
"It's okay Beth. It's okay." Dad said comforting her. "Dr. Reida, Lisa, and Terry are dead ,Jenny." He told me.
"What?!" I whispered, shocked to learn of our friends deaths.
"It happened during the outbreak ,Jenny. Right before you disappeared." Dad said with a dispirited voice. I began to cry with Beth after I heard that. "I'm sorry my babies. I'm so so sorry." Dad said tearfully as he gave us a comforting hug. Dr. Reida was me and Beth's teacher in Xenology; she'd taught us every she knew about xenomorph biology. In the time we'd known her, she'd become more than just a teacher, but a good friend as well. Lisa and Terry were also two of our closest friends, both of whom we'd known for years, even before we began working for the corporation. I couldn't believe they were gone. What was even worse about it though was that I knew nothing about it, and that I wasn't here to mourn with everyone. Memories raced through my mind like a projector as I thought about the time we'd first met them, all the times we spent together, the fun things we used to do with all of our other friends we loved and cared for, the work we did. It hurt to know that we would never have those moments again.
"How did it happen?" I asked Dad once I regained my composure.
"It was that monster. He did it!" Beth responded angrily.
"What?!" I asked in shock and disbelief. I couldn't believe what Beth was telling me, and I didn't. "No, No, it's not true! It couldn't have been him! It couldn't!" I told her.
"It's true Jenny! He killed them! He's the one that caused the outbreak!" Beth told me.
"No!" I continued to argue.
"She's right Jenny. Kjon killed them, we have the evidence. Everyone already knows it was him." Dad said as he moved towards one of his bookshelves and began to pull one off before putting it back in place. The disguised lever caused the bookshelf to move away revealing a small corridor behind it with a elevator on the other end. I gave him a partially surprised glance as I saw it. It became very obvious to me then that I didn't know half as much about my father as I thought I had. "Come. It's time I showed you the truth." He said.
Beth and I obediently followed Dad into the elevator not even realizing that the bookshelf had closed itself behind us. As the elevator slowly took us to the underground portion of the facility. Dad gave a brief explanation for some of my questions. Apparently it was true that there was no reason for us (Weyland Yutani) to be keeping the xenomorphs for experimental purposes, and that we merely only destroyed most of the population, with the exception of the few specimens we managed to capture and contain. Dad explained that he and the board of directors were still interested in the creature's capabilities, and made the executive decision to keep some for study. Dad further admitted that he was hiding knowledge of the xenomorph's presence to the colonies, and has been creating false accusations to cover up any relation of their existence on the planet back to the corporation. He told us about the extensive history we had with the creature's since we first discovered them, our families long lasting fascination with them, and even gave an explanation about how many people ,including himself, saw them as the perfect organism. Dad however, expressed that his belief in this was not based around the idea that they were perfect because of their hostility, rather he was more interested in their structural perfection. He believed that if they could be controlled they could be used to help other people. Obviously I thought he was crazy at first ,but the more he explained the more I understood and believed him. Dad told us about the applicational experiments he was funding for, which not only included bio-weapons, but also emergency care and rescue, agricultural, architectural, and even medical capabilities as well. When you really thought about it, it made a lot of sense.
Of course though there were the setbacks to these ideas, like the numerous outbreaks, and the fact that we hadn't been able to take control of them at all, which I brought to his attention. I also asked him how much more it would cost in money, time, and ,most importantly, lives before it was finally over. He acknowledged my remark, but continued to express his hopeful beliefs. He only wanted to help people. He said it was never his or the boards intentions to cause so much harm, but they'd gone to far to stop, that and although outbreaks were increasing, public studies had shown that the fatality rates hadn't escalated, but dropped. I looked it up myself and it wasn't bullshit, it was true. Because of the increase in activity, more people apply for the Task Force to help cull the threat, and although crime was still an issue, which they were directly responsible for, I didn't know anything about it at the time.
As for the marines, Dad explained that they'd recently discovered that a xenomorph cultist named Michael Wilcox had been fabricating lies against the marines to cover up his more malevolent activity with the xenomorphs. He was one of those nuts who believed the Xenomorphs were gods ,of which there are actual accounts of such activity, and is believed to be stealing xenomorph specimens in order to cause infestations inside the colonies. Dad explained that he along with everyone else was unaware of this, and had believed the lies he was being told. Dad assured me that he would restore the credibility to the marines, and reveal the truth of this to the public.
Once we reached the underground lab area, Beth and I beheld a massive room. The room itself was actually an underground monorail station, where supplies and sometimes high profile specimens were shipped to and from other facilities around the planet, which was how they were able to transport the creatures with out anyone knowing. As far as anyone above this (literally) was concerned it never even existed. A new shipment of supplies arrived as we entered the area. Beth and I gasped at the sheer size of the area itself.
"Hey! What are you doing?! You can't be in-!" Somebody screamed as they saw us. Once they realized it was me though they gasped, and loudly began announcing my presence to everyone else. Thankfully Dad managed to quickly defuse the embarrassing situation. He continued giving a few more unimportant details as to what his operations were about, before we entered another office of his, which was adjacent to the area that stored all of the more secretive documentations about what was going on.
"This is all so amazing, really it is, but I still don't understand why everyone thinks Jon's a killer?" I said still in disbelief over the accusations made against him.
"Jenny, I was there, I saw him do it." Beth continued.
"No! It couldn't have been him! I know it couldn't have! I was with him for the past four months! I know what he's like! He's almost nothing like his kind!" I screamed in protest.
"Jenny, everyone knows what happened we have video evidence, we took pictures of the bodies, did D.N.A. tests on the autopsies, we even looked over some of his recent psychological evaluations he'd taken that he was prone to violent activity, and that's not counting his episodes of post traumatic stress disorder ,Jenny. Even some of the operatives have said he's-." Dad told me as he showed me the evidence folders.
"I don't care what they say! I don't care what you or any of this shit says! It's not true, I know it's not!" I continued.
"Jenny, I'm sorry but you have to believe it, it's true. I saw him. He did it." Beth told me tearfully.
"No, It can't be true! It can't be!"
"I think it would be better for her ,Beth, if she saw for herself." Dad said in a disheartened tone as he showed me the video footage. It didn't just include the part about Jon killing Reida, Lisa, and Terry, but all of his activity that was caught on tape that day, perfectly tied it together. I still refused to believe it though.
For the next two days after Dad, Beth, and all of my friends attested that Jon had murdered my friend's-and that he'd even torn Beth in half-I went through all of the documents, tests, reports, and went through all of them with other files I could find around the date in which it happened. I even did the tests over myself. Dad even had Sergeant Major Markus Massey ,the commanding officer of Jon's unit, to confirm that the evidence was true. Markus had told me that Jon was prone to having violent outbursts with some of the other operatives, and those instances weren't when he was having an episode. Markus even offered me more documents, which I also looked through. No matter how many times I went through the evidence it all pointed to Jon as the killer, and the reason as to how the xenomorph queen escaped four months ago.
It exhausted me just to think during those painful days of searching. I'd been with Jon, I knew him, I knew how selfless he was, how caring he was even for those he didn't even know, and also just how much he hated xenomorphs. Why would he harm anyone he'd just met for no reason, and allow the very thing he hated to escape and cause more death? Why? It just made no sense? Dad and Beth tried to dissuade me from searching any further, telling me it was pointless, and my friends were also less than supportive of my cause as well. Obviously rumors of me having an affair with Jon spread throughout the lab, and yes my friends were on me about that. They too tried to make me stop trying to clear his name, but I still didn't believe a word any of them said. As I searched I felt something was off about the lab, and everyone else around me. It didn't feel like the place it'd been when I left; it just felt so strange. You could argue it was the stress of everything going on around me, and the changes I'd made since I was gone, believe me that was definitely a part of it yes, but I knew that wasn't all of it.
After searching long and hard through all of the evidence, something finally came to me. There was still one last piece of evidence that could be used to disprove every bit of information given to me. Jon's bio-mask. The footage on the cameras had clearly shown Jon with his bio-mask on, logically the footage would paint a different story to the one Dad and Beth were telling me. I brought it to there attention and ,surprisingly, they agreed to let me use it.
This all happened right before we heard the facility's alarm and emergency intercom go off.
Warning. Catastrophic containment failure in Area A-2. All personnel follow laboratory evacuation procedures. All security teams please report to Medical Bay. Use of lethal force unauthorized.
"Shit! What is going on up there?!" Dad said into his intercom system after the alarms went off.
"It's the Hunter Mr. Weyland! He's escaped!"
/
I woke up about two or three days later strapped to a medical pod with iv tubes and a heart monitor affixed to me. My wounds hadn't fully healed, and I still felt like shit. It hurt just to breath, my whole chest was wrapped up in cloth, and a lot of the bullets that had torn into my body were still in me. Still I didn't complain about it too much, I was still alive and I'm sure Pyode was safe. I was actually surprised that Weyland had let me live at all. I had no idea why he even attacked me, nor how he knew where Jenny and I were, but all I knew was that he wanted me dead. Maybe Pyode had managed to talk him down somehow and let me live because of that. Either way though, despite my injuries which still needed healing, I knew Weyland would be after me one way or another, and that it would be a good idea to leave soon.
There were a few doctors, nurses, and patients that definitely got jumpy once I woke up, and after I began forcefully tearing the metal straps that held my limbs down, naturally everyone began to evacuate and the alarm sounded. I'll be honest at the time I didn't have an idea what I was going to do. I just felt I had to get out of there before Weyland caught me. Like I'd said before, I didn't know what his intentions were, but knowing him I knew they weren't good, and at the moment I didn't want to know. I immediately regretted my decision when I took my first breath with the oxygen support system off. My lungs were still damaged from the fight, but I kept on powering past the pain though, eventually making it to one of my caches I'd mentioned earlier, which had a medkit, some health shards, and a rebreather, which feed me the air I needed in order to continue without forward.
After taking my supplies, I continued towards the lab area where I was sure Weyland was keeping my weapons. Needless to say, I wasn't leaving without them. As I tried making my way outside of the Medical Bay, I was met by the Task Force.
"How's it going there Private Pussyface?" I heard Markus Massey's voice past his black helmet, as he and the other operatives raised their pulse rifles at me. "Leaving so soon?" He asked as I turned around to see more operatives behind me with their firearms aimed at me as well.
"As a matter of fact yes ,Markus." I answered.
"That's 'sir' to you." He told me.
"I wouldn't even call you 'dick,' cause I'd be insulting everybody named Richard, now get the fuck out of my way!" I told him.
"Can't let that happen Kj. I'm still your commanding officer, and I have my orders. Weyland wants you, and while I'd love to have some target practice with you, I can't let you go until Weyland has whatever he wants." Markus told me. "And that's 'sir' to you asshole." He added. I saw that he and the rest of his men had their fingers off the triggers, and given what Markus had said I guessed all of the guns and big talk was just for intimidation.
"Sir, alright then ,Sir." I said with a growl as I quickly grabbed him by the throat, lifted him up into the air almost effortlessly, and pulled his helmet off. All of the other operatives moved to shoot, but held their self control proving it was all just an attempt to scare me. "Sir, I never thought you were a good liar ,Sir." I told him.
"Shoot... him..." He ordered his men, as he weakly struggled against me. None of his men did as they were told though.
"Now Listen here Markus, I already know Weyland want's me for something, and I know he wouldn't be happy to know I left before I said good-bye, but I certainly know he's going to be even more pissed if I'm dead before that, so you and all your little cowboys here better put their guns down, before things get ugly." I told him with a growl. I looked over at the other operatives, who I could see were also having difficulty holding up the act. When no response came I gave a short roar, which made them do as they were told. "Pussies." I whispered as I dropped Markus to the ground, and headed to the lab. Once I got to the lab and found my things in the Artifacts area (don't know why they'd be there honestly) and took them back the intercom sounded again.
Warning. Hunter detected in Area A-1. All personnel follow laboratory evacuation procedures. All security teams please report to Artifacts Chamber. Use of lethal force authorized.
"Shit!" I exclaimed before shoving a magazine into ST. I began booking it through the facility hallways trying my best to find an exit. I knew that I was leaving Pyode behind, but I knew she was safe, and I wasn't foolish enough to risk life and limb just to tell her good-bye. Yes, I'd come back, but now was not the time for that, especially when the hallways would be riddled with gunfire shortly. As I tried escaping though, all of the exits were either closed off, or blocked off by Task Force operatives, and combat androids.
"Don't kill the Hunter! I repeat don't kill the Hunter! I want him alive!" I heard Weyland's voice announce through the intercom. "Trap him Dammit! Trap him!"
"Yeah, Like that's going to happen!" I shouted before continuing to fight my way out of the facility, as Weyland gave strategic orders to the operatives over the intercom. Eventually though I ran out of ammunition for ST, and I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to go up against several hundred rounds of 10x28 caseless, .45 ACP, and .38 Spc with nothing but my bladed weapons.
Eventually I found myself in one of the labs testing chambers which Weyland locked me in, allowing the Task Force operatives ,including Massey, and Spears, and the androids the chance to swarm the chamber. Once inside they lined their sights on me. I prepared myself for them to shoot me, but before anyone of them could crack a shot, Weyland called.
"STOP! That's enough!" Charles' voice echoed loudly throughout the chamber. Thankfully this time I had my hearing protection on so my other eardrum wasn't hurting like the other one was. "Just keep him right where he is." Weyland said entering the testing chamber.
/
We immediately began rushing up to the Med Bay as soon as we heard Jon had escaped. Once we made it to the upper area of the facility we were met by a stampede. The emergency intercom system announced he was in Artifact Storage as it happened. As Daddy, Beth, and I worked our way through the stream of scientists, I met Lisa, who I managed to catch.
"What's going on Tina?!" I had to yell in order to be heard over the screams of everyone fleeing.
"What do you think! Your boyfriend just escaped from the Med Bay and is wrecking havoc in Artifacts!" She yelled back. I think she actually meant to scream at me.
"What's he done though, I don't understand?!" I asked. Sounds of gun fire of all types began to ripple through the hallways, causing everyone to jump and duck their heads.
"Does that answer your question?!" Tina told me before ripping her arm from my grasp.
We continued past the flow of panicking facility personnel, eventually making it to the lab area, but by that time, Jon was already on the move, looking for a means of escape no doubt. We ran into Sergeant Major Massey and General Spears, whom Daddy began questioning.
"What the hell is going on Spear?! You were suppose to capture him alive?!" Dad roared at him.
"The ugly mother fucker called his bluff ,Sir." The General replied calmly.
"Well what the fuck else could I do?!" Massey responded rubbing at his reddened throat with his hand.
"You didn't think to use tranquilizers you idiot?!" Dad continued to scream at him. Before Massey could answer we heard more gunfire going off, causing me and Dad to clasp our ears. I hadn't thought to bring my hearing protection with me, but thankfully for our ears, the operatives had some which they gave to us. "Spears, get these men together. I'll keep tract of his position through the security cameras, and I'll update you through the intercoms. Massey, get your shit together and capture him! Don't kill capture! Got it?!" Dad ordered.
"Understood ,Sir." Spears responded.
"I heard you the first time ,Sir!" Massey replied disrespectfully, before he and the other operatives with him left. As Massey regrouped his men, Dad kept track of Jon's position through the labs security monitors and gave the operatives orders and and directions of where he was through the intercom. After some time passed, Jon was trapped in the labs testing area.
"STOP! That's enough!" Dad screamed once he saw that Jon had been caught. "Just keep him right where he is." Dad ordered as he entered the room. "Hello Kjon. Enjoy your vacation with my daughter?" He asked.
"Yeah, I did, up until you showed up that is ,Charles." Jon replied, growling at him through a device on his face that I assumed helped him to breath.
"Jon!" I exclaimed once I saw him standing in the center of the room with the Task Force operatives, and combat androids sighting him.
"Hey Jenny." He replied awkwardly standing perfectly still.
"Oh, you've really screwed the pooch this time Schaefer!" Massey told him.
"Got Laryngitis Massey? Your throat's looking a little red there." Jon said with a hint of sarcasm.
"I've got a bullet with your name on it Schaefer!" Massey told him pointing his VP78 at Jon.
"Put the gun down Massey. Weyland wants him alive." Spears said grabbing Massey by the wrist and forcing his hand down.
"How's it going Spears?" Jon respectfully greeted the General.
"Schaefer." Spears said to him back.
"Spears, Massey. You and your men need to leave. This is between the four of us." Dad told them.
"What?!" Massey exclaimed.
"You heard him Massey." Spears told him, causing Massey to give in reluctantly give in.
"Your mine Schaefer." Massey told him before he and the rest of the operatives left, leaving only us four and the androids who remained locked on Jon.
"Bite me." Jon said with a growl as he did so.
"Are you alright ,Jon?" I asked him.
"Could be worse." He replied.
"Remember me ,monster?" Beth asked him angrily.
"No, I don't." Jon replied.
"Of course you'd say that. But I still remember what you did." She sneered.
"Jon, this is my sister Beth. She and Dad say you attacked her and murdered three of our friends." I explained.
"Relying on some old tricks of yours ,Charles?" Jon growled after he heard that.
"Oh, I'm not the liar here, you are. Like it'll do you any good though." Dad told him.
"Like I even have a clue what you're even talking about!" Jon continued.
"Jon, before Ch- before we left, I was able to get the communicator bracelet to work and I was able to contact Dad. He told me there was something about you I didn't know about. When we got back he told me you attacked and killed three of my friends, including my sister. I also have asked Dad about everything else you told me about. This is what I was talking to you about before we left Jon. That's why I asked what I did. Now Dad and Beth have given me a lot of evidence that what they are saying is true." I told him.
"Jenny. I didn't kill anyone. He's lying. I would-." He began before I cut him off.
"I don't believe you would Jon, but like I told you before I'm not going to put blame on Dad either. I'm still neutral on the subject. I need to see your bio-mask so I can prove you're innocent, please." I requested.
Jon looked around himself at the numerous androids surrounding him before slowly reaching into his backpack and drew his bio-mask, which he tossed over to me. The growling he made as he did so intensified as he looked at Dad with a nasty glare of his face. "We'll see who's lying asshole." Jon said as he took the device off of his face momentarily causing him to breath heavily, before putting it back on. Dad made no reply and continued to stare at him, as did Beth.
I typed in a sequence of buttons that brought me to the memory of the device. I looked through it momentarily before finding the date I needed. At first I expected Jon to be right, but as the footage of the mask continued to play though... I watched in horror as I watched it happen in front of me. The mask showed me Jon's P.O.V. as he slaughtered all of them, starting with Dr. Reida who he shot in the back with his plasma caster tearing a massive hole through her chest. The scene continued with him cutting Beth in half with his smart disc, before he cut through the Task Force team ,who'd been helping my sister and our friends with the experiment at the time, with his wristblades. After cutting away at the opposition in front of him, he went for Terry, who he disemboweled with his wristblades. The last person on his sights was Lisa. She was screaming, begging, crying for him not to kill her. He didn't listen to her pleads for mercy though and slowly approached her. Lisa was able to grab a pistol off of a dead operative and shoot Jon with it, managing to hit him in the abdomen. Jon roared as she shot him some more, before she ran out of ammunition and threw the gun at him. The enraged Yautja then threw my poor friend around a bit before stabbing her with his machete. He removed the weapon from her back and growled in satisfaction as he watched her bleed, before finally ending her by tearing out her skull and spine... just like I'd seen it on the video camera.
Time slowed down as I felt my heart sank into my stomach. I felt my whole body become weak starting with my arms causing me to drop the bio-mask, before I fell to me knees, and began to cry. It still made no sense why he'd do it. But the evidence was right there on his own mask which had caught the whole thing as it happened. He'd done it. For what reasons I didn't know, but... but... it was true. Jon had killed my friends, and had allowed the queen to escape. He'd caused it. In all of the time I'd spent with him I'd thought I'd known him, but it was like everyone had told me. Daddy, Beth, Rodriguez, Tina, they'd all seen it. They'd tried to warn me, but I just ignored them. Had everything I had done for Jon... was all of that for nothing? The love, endearment, and support I'd given him... did all of that mean anything to him. I wanted the answer to be yes, but in my mind the answer was always the same. No. It felt like my entire world was falling in on itself. Jon had lied to me, as had Daddy, but at least Dad was doing something he believed would help others. Jon... I didn't understand... I didn't know. I thought I had, I thought he was different. But... but... he wasn't. He wasn't like the rest of his kind, he was worse than them.
"Jenny. No, I-that wasn't me!" Jon stuttered.
"Why? Why did you lie to me? Why?" I cried.
"Jenny. I didn't do it. I promise you and-." He began.
"Then what was that we just saw?! What was it?! My sister says you love her yet you still deny the truth to her even after she's seen it for herself?! Why?!" Beth screamed at him.
"I- Tha- I didn-." Jon continued to stutter.
"Answer her Jon. Answer me. Why did you do it?! WHY?! ANSWER ME WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?!" I screamed at him. Jon retreated a little as he stared at me in complete shock. He shook his head to me negatively continuing to deny his guilt. I could see the look of fear and sadness in his eyes, but at the time though I thought it was only for himself. At the time all my sense of reasoning was gone. Jon was guilty and there was no doubt about it anymore. "You really are an Abomination. I wish I never met you." I told him before I turned away and began to leave.
"Jenny! Wait please!" Jon begged as he ran to me. I heard the androids aim at him, but I didn't need their protection. I turned around and swiped at him with my tail, slicing his face. I managed to knock his breathing device off, and cut the flap of skin between his right mandibles. He roared out in pain as it happened. He touched the side of his face and looked at his hand in horror as he saw blood.
"WAIT FOR WHAT! FOR YOU TO TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DO IT! IT WAS ON YOUR BIO-MASK! YOU LIED TO ME! YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME! WAS THAT ANOTHER LIE TOO?!" I exploded. He looked back up in horror as I towered over him. "Ask your friends what you asked me. Ask her what you asked me ,Jon. 'Were you there when it happened'?" I said to him as I tore off his mother's necklace that he'd given me, before throwing it to the ground. Jon's look of horrified sadness began to heave into light sobs as he saw me throw the necklace to the ground. "Good-bye Jon." I said tearfully as I embrace my sister who I walked out off the chamber with.
"No please! Jenny!" I heard Jon call for me before the testing chamber door slammed behind me closed. I couldn't hear him as he pounded on the plastic door behind us. I didn't want to hear him. I wanted to forget about him. Like he never even existed.
/
I continued to pound weakly on the testing chamber door, begging and crying for Jenny to come back, but all of my crying and pleading went unheard. For all she knew I had attacked her sister and their friends, and even killed them. I continued to watch as her and her sister walked away from the chamber until they were out of sight. I fell to my knees weakly and continued to cry.
Jenny had become more than a friend to me in the past four months since I'd met her. She hadn't just given me emotional support, nor had she simply given me a reason to live, she'd given me someone I could love, she'd offered herself as a friend, a lover, a companion. She'd hadn't just given me a reason to live, she was my reason for living, the reason why I was still alive right now. She helped me get over my guilt. She'd picked me up from my fall. She'd done everything she could for me because she knew I wasn't what everyone else thought I was, because she thought I was someone who risked their life for others, because she'd seen how much I'd given. That made her fall in love with me, and had made her want to make me happy.
But now she thought I was a monster. She believed that I'd killed her friends. She believed that I'd lied to her, that she knew nothing about me like she thought she did. She didn't even want to know who I was anymore.
Despite what she said and did to me though, I wasn't angry with her. I still loved her. She didn't know she was being lied to. She couldn't choose between me or her family because she didn't know who was telling the truth. It wasn't her fault. But I did know who's fault it was.
"You! You did this! Didn't you?!" I snarled angrily at Weyland who'd remained with me and the androids in the chamber.
"Is that even a question?" He spat back at me.
"Why?! I did nothing to you! I did nothing to her! I protected her!" I growled struggling to breath, and clawing at the plastic door. I wanted to tear him apart right there on the spot. It was all him. Charles Bishop Weyland. He was the source of all my troubles, the reason I was an Abomination, the reason Mom was dishonored, the reason why she was dead now, the reason why my Hunter Siblings were dead, the reason why my life had been nothing but pain, the reason why my love who I wanted to take as my mate now thought I was a monster who'd killed her friends, and had left me. All of it was his fault. I hadn't done anything to him ever, yet every time I had something that would make me happy he'd take it away from me mercilessly. Like I said I wanted to kill him, tear him apart limb from limb, piece by piece, but I wanted to know what his motivations were before I did so.
"You really did love my daughter didn't you?" He said with a satisfied smile wrapped around his face. That just made me even angrier. "I hope you had your fun deflowering her. Endearing her disgustingly." He spoke.
"I DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HER AND YOU KNOW IT! IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT?! WHY DO YOU DO EVERYTHING YOU DO TO ME?! WHY DID YOU TAKE HER FROM ME?! WHY?!" I roared.
"My daughter was never YOURS, you disgusting beast. Oh, or are you referring to your dear mother?" He asked, his grin intensifying into a short laugh. That momentarily stunned me, but once I came to my senses I launched myself at Weyland.
"Go ahead." He told me standing perfectly still, not even flinching as I brought my claw to his face. Had he not said that I would've connected.
"What?!" I asked in confused anger.
"Prove to my daughter, who you love so much that I'm right. Prove to her just how much you love her by killing her own father. Prove it right now. It's all on tape, everything." He said motioning to a camera that was monitoring us. I looked at it, and them back down at him as he kept a satisfied grin on his face.
My anger quickly devolved back into sadness as I thought of Pyode who I still loved. I hated Charles Bishop Weyland, I'd say I hated him even worse than his pet shadows he loved so much, but Pyode still loved her father. Charles was right. I'd be hurting her if I hurt him. Would that be how I show my love for her? I sank to my hands and knees and began to sob, which quickly began to drain what energy I had to help me breath.
"What did I ever do to you?!" I asked him as I knelt their weakly, both emotionally and physically from a lack of oxygen.
Charles huffed a little, before answering me. "It's because of your species. You've done so much that has ruined so many of my families previous operations, experiments with the xenomorph species. What progress we make you tear down. All for what, your meaningless codes of honor which not even you uphold to it's fullest. Because you feel that what you do is fun, because it amounts to something meaningful. How pathetic, and naive, and foolish you all are. You don't know anything. You are just a bunch of nomadic conservative caveman who beat everything they see around them with clubs like children all because it brings you enjoyment. Yet whenever we merely look back at you, or even so much as touch something sacred of yours you get all riled up and say we're dishonorable, and unsophisticated. Do you know how much harm your people has caused my predecessors and I with your fatuous traditions. You say I caused you pain. Look at what your kind has done to us, this company. Look at what you've done to me. Look at everything I went through while I was worried for my daughter." He said as I crawled over to my rebreather, which he promptly kicked away, before he began kicking me.
"How...How did you... do it?" I asked Weyland tearfully.
"Oh, the bio-mask. Your mother didn't destroy everything we had on your technology, Although really I didn't need to, I just overloaded it's energy, and stuck a micro-projector with a realistic CGI representation of what happened. Very simple really. Although if your talking about everything I've done to you. I did nothing really. None of my family has. We've only been minding our own business, while you have beat us around. You continue to tear apart everything we hope to accomplish for the benefit of everyone around us and say that we are foolish and simple. It was only a matter of time though before you fell into my hands though. It's you who's foolish and simple. But I must say that you've been the worst annoyance out of all your kind we've had to face. You not only destroy my research and my assets, and take it further by wooing my daughter, but you do it because you actually believe that your helping others. Like you are doing something meaningful. That your saving everyone's lives when all you do is prolong our suffering, by keeping us from becoming greater than we are. By keeping me from my goals." He ranted.
"What... do you... hope...?" I gasped.
"What do I hope to gain from my studies. Perfection. I want the entire human race to be perfect. To not have to be the clumsy, flawed, imperfect filth we've always been. I want to know how to become perfect. The xenomorphs are the only perfect beings there are, I want to be like them. I want to surpass them. But I cannot do that without knowing about them. But because you and the marines keep interfering with my work I can't do anything. That is why I hate you pathetic creatures so much as I do. Why I have done everything that I have to you." He explained as I once again continued clawing my way towards my rebreather, which he picked up, before stepping on my hand.
"Y-Yo-You'r... a." I sputtered weakly.
"A cultist? I wouldn't call myself that, but I do have a very keen fascination of these creatures as your kind does. You know, I must admit that while I despise you Hunters, I will say we do share a common interest with the Xenomorph XX121 species, and I must admit I have taken great pleasure in causing you pain just as much as you've caused me and my family and our company pain. There really is a certain exhilarating thrill to it isn't there. Of course it was fun while it lasted. Knowing you though you may very well get out of here alive like you have before, but that'll make it all the more fun for me. That's why I sparred you. So I could continue to watch you suffer. No matter what you do I will always be three steps ahead of you. But for every time you power through, I'll be there to pull you down again. You'll never receive respite so long as I'm around. Never." He said pulling on my dreadlocks and watching as my eyes began to close.
Little did he know though that I was partially acting out my weakness. That allowed me to swipe at his shin with my claws, causing him to drop my rebreather. I dove for it and began gasping into it.
"Clever Schaefer, very Clever. Very old school too if I must say, but still effective. Although, you'll find this old dog's tricks never get old either." He said taking advantage of my weakness by getting up and moving over to one of his combat androids. "You know what to do." He said to the android which had a set of blades on it similar to my wristblades. The android made some noises I couldn't understand, probably a sentence of acknowledgement, before it scratched him with the blades. The cut was deep but not enough to cause any fatal or crippling injury. Still I knew what his intentions were when he had the android do that. "Get rid of him." He ordered. The rest of them androids in the room all aimed their pulse rifles at me. All I could do then was run.