"We have a containment breech on Kevin Shaw's level! We request immediate assistance. Krystal Shaw is loose and extremely dangerous. She's transformed into some type of Xenomorph. Normal means of containment have failed. Subduing the target with minimal harm is still advised, yet if necessary, lethal force is authorized." The amount of tension at Yutari Industries was at an all time high. Krystal was running rampant destroying all that was in her path, and killing anyone who dared to stand in her way. No one knew exactly where she was and what she was headed for, but the trail of blood from the dead bodies was long and messy.

The first initial security team made it to Kevin and Daniel's lab. Kevin was unconscious due to an abrupt tail whip from Krystal. Daniel was trying to revive him as the security team entered the lab. "It's about damn time you guys got here, Krystal's about to level the whole wing if you don't stop her!"

"We're here to help, just calm down. We need you to give us any information that we can use to take Krystal down." The squad leader motioned for the rest of his team to enter.

"You're not going to kill her, are you?" Daniel asked with genuine worry in his voice.

"No. The standing order is still in effect: Use any means necessary to restrain and capture the target. I do have to inform you that trying to capture her is harder than it seems, and after a while, I'm going to get tired of my people dying."

"I understand, I'll help."

Meanwhile, in a hall on the eastern wing, Krystal in all her Xenomorph glory, stood tall with a dead security guard at her feet, and the head of one in her hand, holding it by the hair. There was a team behind her and a team in front of her, and she had nowhere to go. At this point in time, Krystal is thinking the same exact thing she always thinks when she has transformed into the monster that she's tried to contain for so long, "What am I doing? Why am I doing this? How do I stop this?"

Every time Krystal has transformed, which including this one is now a grand total of six times, she's completely lost all control of her body. To her, it's as if she's pushed to the side in her own mind and an alternate personality that belongs to the Predalien comes out. She's helpless as she watches the carnage that her own hands are doing.

The Predalien within her has whispered to her a few times when she was normal and "in control". It was like a tickling in the back of her brain. It would tell her things, as if it was preparing Krystal for times like this. When she does transform, she has a direct link to the Predalien that fights so hard to be free. From what she had learned, the Predalien DNA that was infused into her not only carried the genetic make-up, but the neurological make-up as well. After much time had passed, the neurological make-up of the Predalien had begun to manifest itself into a cognitive being inside of Krystal's psyche. In any type of basic terminology, Krystal had an alien split personality. This split personality had once told Krystal its name, but Krystal couldn't pronounce or even make heads or tails of it. She decided to nickname it Zara.

Krystal watched as Zara momentarily thought about how she was going to get out of the trap that was laid for her by the security teams. Zara slowly studied the team in front of her; she closed her eyes, and without looking back, studied the team behind her with her alien sense that was unknown to Krystal. One of the men in the team in front was nervous and made a costly flinch towards Zara. Zara's eyes quickly opened as she sprang forward. Zara's agility was far more superior to the security team's ability to react. Three of the five men of the first team were dead before the other two realized what happened. The first man, who was on the left of Zara, had his wind pipe crushed by Zara's powerful claws. The second, who was on the left, had his eyes gouged out by the talons on Zara's claws. The last man, who was behind the other two, was suspended in the air as Zara's razor sharp tail had impaled him from behind. Zara kept the pose with all three men, as to dwell in the screams and gargles of death that were being made. Then in one quick one-eighty spin, she ripped out the first man's larynx, contorted the second man's neck as his head followed the grip of Zara, and launched the third man from her tail towards the second team that was now in front of her. The men of the second team began firing their weapons at Zara. She watched as the bullets hovered through the air, rushing towards her. Krystal, being helpless to have to watch, was in shock. She didn't know if she was more terrified of the bullets that could possibly kill her and Zara, or the fact that Zara still held the second man's head in her hands as if it were a bowling ball. Krystal could hear Zara, in a very sick and psychotic way, try to calm Krystal down. "Don't worry; I won't let them kill us!" Krystal was instantly thrown back by the word "we". Krystal has never heard of Zara referring to both of them in the same body as "we".

Zara sprang forward once again and dodged as many of the rapidly firing bullets as she could, the rest bounced off of the extraterrestrial armor that covered her body. In a very similar, swift pattern as the first team, the second team fell, with their blood staining the marble floor. Zara felt exhilarated, Krystal felt like throwing up, but a few seconds later, both felt dizzy and blacked out.

Daniel and another security team had caught up with the Xenomorph and just a specially retrofitted tranquilizer gun that had a dart with a Teflon needle, a four hundred percent dose of the serum, and the fire power of a ten gauge shotgun. The Xenomorph, as if was falling to the ground began deform and revert back the Krystal's human form. Within seconds, Krystal was lying on the ground. Even though the Xenomorph still carried the features of Krystal, Daniel knew that it wasn't Krystal. "Quick, we don't have a lot of time. I don't know how long the serum is going to keep her out. We need to get her back to the lab.

The next day, Daren was at school. He was still feeling like complete shit after what had happened at the concert. Every student that attended the concert were talking about the night, either how epically awesome it was, or how different that DJK seemed while playing. A few people asked Daren if he was there and realized the change in DJK's swag and demeanor, but Darren could hardly walk let alone form words for a conversation. Daren knew why DJK was acting weird, but he really didn't care what people were saying. In his mind, he'd get over whatever was making him feel like shit and put his mask back on and continue to perform. Just as Daren got to his locker to grab a book he needed for his next class, Mouse came up.

"So, you think I could pose as you again at your next concert? I'm just saying I kind of liked the fact that really hot chicks come up behind the booth and have their hands all over me." He said with a cheesy smile. Daren forced two simple words out, "Never again", as he slammed his locker door. Mouse began following Daren as he walked away. "Daren, are you ok? You look a little bit better than you did last night, but still man…"

"No…feel…worse." Daren struggled to say.

"We should go to the nurse. Maybe she can…"

"No…just go to class…then home…then sleep."

"Let me see your hands." Mouse checked Daren's hands because he remembered, after the concert, seeing Daren's veins extremely popped out and blood red. "What the fuck Daren, you hands are hot as hell." Mouse put his hand on Daren's forehead. "Dude, you're burning up! You need to see the nurse."

"No…can't."

"And why not?"

Daren looked around to see if anyone was around and then pushed Mouse into an empty class room. "Those vein like shits that were on my hands…they've migrated." Daren lifted his shirt up and Mouse saw that Daren's chest was completely covered in with blood red veins.

"Daren this doesn't look healthy at all man."

"I know, I know, I'm just going…" Daren stopped in his sentence. He started to get dizzy and stumble. He tripped over himself and fell to the floor. Mouse tried to help him up, but Mouse had to let go because of Daren's skin literally felt like it was on fire. Daren closed his eye to try to stop the dizziness. As he opened his eyes again, Mouse was no longer in front of him, he wasn't there anymore. If that wasn't weird enough, everything was a dark red, as if he were looking through a lens. "Mouse, where'd you go?" Daren began frantically asking. "I'm right in front of you man!" Mouse answered in the same frantic way. Daren closed his eyes again and rubbed them. This time when he opened his eyes, he saw Mouse, but not in a normal way.

"Mouse, you're hot!" Daren said with exhaustion.

"What, mother fucker, are you getting all gay on me now?"

"No, you're hot…I can see it."

"No, you're hot! Have you felt your own skin lately? You're burning up."

"No, Mouse, listen to me. You are hot! I can see the heat coming off your body. It's like…I can see infrared."

You see what I did there…lol. So everything, I think, is going pretty smooth so far. I finally got to introduce more of the Xenomorph side that I wanted, and got to introduce, a little bit, of a Predator side as well. Review, comment, critique, it's all welcomed in my world! Thankx ;-p