Author's Note: I changed the style of this story a bit with the addition of this chapter. Instead of only being limited to the xenomorph's perspective, I decided to also include some perspectives from other individuals as to enhance the story telling. Sorry for the change, but most of the story will be from the xeno's perspective.
A man stood watch over the security cameras. He sat at his desk, quite fatigued and spiritless. His job was to stay in the security room and watch for any unusual or unnatural activities. Most of the man's day consisted of sitting and staring at a computer screen for hours. It wasn't the most exciting job in the world. He was sipping his coffee when he noticed a shadow dash across one of the security camera screens.
"That's strange." he said out loud. "What the hell was that?" Moving along the line to search for cameras in the adjacent hallways, he saw the thing that created the shadow. The man dropped his cup of coffee and the hot liquid splashed all over the metal floor and onto his pants.
Almost unbelieving, the man quickly snatched up the phone and dialed for command central. "Quick! Contact Mr. Weyland! There is an xenomorph on the loose!"
"If there is any trouble with the procedure, make sure to contact me, alright Rachel?" asked Dr. Gordon.
"I understand. Thank you for the overview." I said as I left his office. Shoot! I may have been gone too long. Originally I was expecting to be gone for a few minutes. However, this meeting took three whole hours! I hope the little xenomorph is still in my room. I got into an elevator and entered the sector where I stayed. The Weyland Interstellar was quite large and walking across the ship could take hours.
After a few minutes, the elevator had arrived at my wing. I walked down the hall at a faster pace, hoping to meet with my little friend and see what else he will do. I slid my ID card through the lock on the door and it slid open. There in the middle of my sleeping quarters was an empty bucket.
"Uh oh…" I muttered out loud. No, maybe he was still here? "Hey, little, um, xeno? Yeah, hey little xeno. I'm back with more food." I cajoled. Come on, Rachel! Did you really think that would work? My hope turned into dread as I saw a little slime trail that appeared from the bucket and led to the holes of a vent. I'm going to be in big trouble.
I quickly exited the room and headed towards the security room. There were trained soldiers on duty all the time, twenty four hours a day. They could do something about it, right? But, wait. I don't want to hurt the little fellow. If I ask the marines to help me find the little xenomorph they would surely shoot at it, and hurt it in the process of containing it. My worries for the xeno overcame my worries for the safety of the ship. What a responsible person I was(sarcastic). I decided to not tell secuirty and try and look for him on my own.
At the point, the sirens went of all over the ship. A stern voice spoke out from the intercom: "Attention! All workers and guests aboard the ship, an alien has broken out of one of the laboratories and is found roaming free around the halls of the southern wing. Please stay inside your rooms and make sure the doors are closed. The alien is of the species: XV9 otherwise known as the xenomorph. This particular creature is 7 ft tall and is dangerous. Do not approach it!"
Seven feet tall? This must be another alien. Then reality kicked me right in the head. I'm in the hallway of the southern wing right now!
A siren began sounding across the ship. What was making this sound? Why did it start just now? I stopped suddenly, sensing a familiar scent. This was a human's scent, the female human that brought me onto this ship. Rachel! She was close! I began galloping on all fours heading towards the scent.
After a few turns down different hallways, I ran right into Rachel. She yelled it in fear as she tripped and fell down onto the floor. Does she not realize it was me? The same xeno she talked to before? I saw her legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Stay..st..stay back!" she yelled. I continued to stare at her, but kept my distance as to not freak her out anymore. I tried to not look menacing, but it was really hard for me considering I had razor sharp teeth and sharp clothes, and it doesn't help that she can't see my eyes. How do I communicate to her?
I slowly began to approach her, and she tried to slowly inch back. "I'm serious, stay back. I'll…" she reached into her pocket and grabbed a bottle of something that read: "Pepper Spray". I had no idea what that was, but I assumed it was a weapon. Faster than Rachel could react, I pounced onto her body and pinned her arms down, making the bottle fly out of her hands.
"Ow! Ah, let go of me!" she yelled, but her tone conveyed defeat. I hissed to get her to quiet down before she attracted the attention of the other humans. Using my claws, I pointed at myself and pointed at her. And I made a motion with my hand to my mouth to show the process of eating. This girl was pretty sharp, as her eyes lit up when she understood what I was saying.
"Are you the little guy…" she began. I nodded. "Whoa! How did you….How did you grow so big?" There was no need for me to pin her down anymore, so I retreated and squatted down on the floor in from of her. There was a long awkward silence, as if Rachel was expecting me to respond with the human tongue.
"Oh wait? I'm so dumb. You can't speak." she said. She stared into my expressionless carapace. "But, you can understand me? At least a little bit?" I nodded.
"Strange, this would be perfect for my next study. Xenomorphs may be more intelligent than what we thought before." she said excitedly. "Why aren't you like the others?" she asked me. "Why aren't you vicious and aggressive? Not that you should be, but…" We had another long awkward silence. "Damn. I keep forgetting you can't talk."
I stood up and asked for her to follow me. I began running down the hallway on all fours. "Wait! I can't run that fast!" she yelled behind me. I guess I forgot that humans are not as physically capable as most other alien species. I slowed down and shifted into a bipedal position, as I could move at a similar pace as Rachel.
"Wow, you're tall." she said, admiring my height. "Just a couple hours and your species can grow this much? That's fascinating." she said. Rachel was an averaged sized human, around six feet. But I had to look down to see her eyes. She certainly changed in size from my perspective.
I brought her to the room with the other xenomorph. I pointed at the scanner lock on the door. "You want me to use my ID card to unlock this door?" I nodded. "Sure, I can do that but…" she began as she read the label on the door. "There are aliens in here. I don't think I should do this. It might bring trouble."
I let out a hiss of disappointment. What did the human say? Asked the xeno on the other side.
She says she can not open the door, as it would cause a conflict. I told him. Can he really not understand the human tongue?
"Ah what the heck, I'll unlock it." said Rachel as she swiped her card. There was a loud lick and the metal door slid open. On the other side was the xenomorph and he roared menacingly at Rachel.
Author's Note: How was that chapter? Do you like the different persepctihves or was it to disorganized? Also, do you enjoy this format of short chapters every few days or do you prefer longer chapters uploaded over a longer period of time? Please continue to leave reviews and comments as always, as feedback is very helpful for the continuation of my story. Thank you. The story will pick up speed soon.