Chapter 1: Death and Life
The landing had happened in the waves. A rescue was mounted by convicts. As they brought the escape craft out of the water, and one by one, rescued and revived it's passengers, some, with relative ease. Others, with a little more help. The one who needed the most, was theteenager; Jake.
As Jake slept, he had the strangest dream. He imagined he was floating towards heaven, hearing a chorus of angels.
As he floated even further, he saw her. Roxane. It had been a while since he saw her, yet he still recognized her famous Bright Red hair. He looked into her bright green eyes, before he realized what this meant.
He noticed the get up. She was wearing a flowing, white dress. He noticed that she had a pair of wings too. On her left arm, was a shield. Around her waist, on a belt, hung a broadsword.
She spoke to explain herself "Jake, as your guardian angel, I have to inform you that your time is not now. I send you back. I will be looking out for you though."
Jake was dumbstruck and before he could say anything, fell back to the physical realm.
Jake woke up with his head hurting. He looked around. It appeared that he was in an infirmary of sorts. He then noticed how filthy the place was.
The floors had a waxy sort of sheen to its yellow color. He was on a cot of sorts, with very thin sheets. There were translucent plastic dividers separated two sets of beds on his left.
He could see the forms of Newt, Ripley, and Vasquez behind the dividers. He looked to his right and saw Hicks and Hudson, yet no Bishop.
"Look who's awake." He heard a voice say from behind. "You were out for a while. We wouldn't have been able to save you if it wasn't for your android."
"Did I die?" Jake asked.
"Medically, you did for a few minutes." He answered "You have Bishop to thank for that."
Jake was starstruck. He'd had a near-death experience. The whole ordeal was all real. He'd actually went to Heaven.
"You okay there, you've been staring into space for a while." He asked.
"By the way, we have a bit of a local lice problem. Shampoos don't help, and the only real way to deal with it is to shave your head."
Jake was furious. He'd tried his hardest to grow it out. It took a full six months for it to get that way. He answered. "I would like to keep it long. However, If I feel an itch, and it is as bad as you say it is, then I will gladly have it shaved. Until then, I'm keeping the hair."
"Okay, but you're in for it itching like crazy." He replied.
Jake just sat there for a moment, wondering what was going on. "Who are you he asked.
"Marcus," he answered. "I'm the doctor for this place."
"Is everyone else alright?" Jake asked.
"Yeah," Marcus answered "They're all asleep. You all need your rest. I'll wake you up in the morning." He said.
Jake was tired, and decided a nap would be a good thing. Maybe tomorrow he'd find out some answers about where he was at.
Closing his eyes, he let the nightmare begin.