Ok, so hopefully this'll be longer than the first chapter with better detail. It took a while, but I finally finished the final draft for this chapter. Hope you all enjoy :)

I awoke with a start. My mind sluggishly swirled with memories and strange but oddly familiar voices… I felt like I was floating in an encased room… A dark encased room… I couldn't see anything… I couldn't breathe…

I'm dead, I thought. I really am dead. So this is what death itself feels like. Alone… Cramped… Hopeless… And… Warm? Wait, Warm? I can't feel anything. No wait… Soft… Where ever I am, it's soft… Very… Squishy.

I'm not supposed to feel, I thought. I'm dead! Dead people don't feel. Unless… I'm alive… I'm… I'm alive! I don't know how, but I was still alive. But I remembered the face hugger clinging onto my face… Is the face hugger still in my head? I don't feel anything. In fact, I feel pretty good.

Or maybe I am dead, and I just don't realize it, I thought. But I can feel… If I can feel, maybe I can move as well. But I doubt that I could move, given the fact that the face hugger pierced my brain. But… What about my good eye? The face hugger was lopsided on my face, so I was still able to see. Why can't I open my eye? Is it paralyzed as well as my legs?

I tried moving. All I did was tremble and squirm, which instantly made me tired. Before trying again, I realized that I wasn't breathing. Instantly I felt woozy, wanting to gulp down air. I began to panic. Without warning, I immediately began to struggle, which was hard against the squishy restraints I had. With effort, I wriggled my body, attempting to swim. I tried to move my arms. I couldn't feel them…

I started to feel light headed. I forgot about my arms, focusing on escaping this unknown room. My arms are probably paralyzed anyway. What was more important right now is me getting air into my lungs. I tried wriggling my body, trying to crawl or swim in this strange room I was in. Surprisingly, I bumped into a wall within seconds. I wiggled my head and tried to find a door, but this wall seemed to curve upwards. I then moved up, but the wall seemed to go on.

Fuck, I thought. I'm really running out of oxygen. Breathing in here was very weird. It was as if I was breathing in water… But I didn't care. I just wanted out. I stretched my body, and found that I was trapped in a cramped space. In fact, I think I'm stuck inside a giant metal bubble of some kind!

Ice, cold fear touched my heart. IM GOING TO SUFFICATE! Was what my panicked thinking process was. I was panicking even more. Began to struggle in the little space I had. I desperately tried to find an exit, hoping to escape this night mare. Then I felt something… Yes… A hole! I dove into the hole, but it was too small for me. I couldn't see, but I felt it on my head. I backed up a little, and dove straight into the hole. There was a loud crack, but the hole was still too small. I dove into it even harder, and I passed through it in ease.

This time, I was in a tunnel. A soft tunnel. The walls gave way easily as I pushed my head against them, but were rubbery. I also felt something hard under me. It felt like a dully-barbed pole. But I still didn't care. I needed to breathe! My lungs felt as if there was nothing but water in them. They began to burn, as well as my body as I rushed myself through the tunnel. I wanted so badly to escape this fucking nightmare.

With some effort, I exited the rubbery tunnel and entered a larger, but cramped cavity. It felt as if this room was filled wet, squishy pillows. It was difficult to navigate through them, especially if they were just getting in my way. I tried lifting my head, but stopped when I felt a ridged ceiling with a perfectly aligned pattern, like stripes. The ceiling felt… Strange. The material was unknown to me. But I didn't dwell on it. I was still suffocating.

My movement now became sluggish, and it felt like the inside of my head was getting darker… I felt weaker than before… I moved around, but I still couldn't find an exit. I then began to viciously squirm around in the room, in a desperate attempt to find an exit.

I need a fucking door! I shouted in my head. Any fucking door! I started to feel tired again. My movements decreased dramatically… I felt my heart slow down… I thruster my head up one more time. My head bumped into the rigid ceiling and it emanated a crack so loud that I felt it. Then realization struck me. The only way out was to break out. I could make hole in the ceiling and escape.

I forgot about my need for air and focused on the ceiling in the darkness. I lowered my head, and shot up, hitting the ceiling. Again, there was a loud crack, but it was loose this time. Muck more loose.

I lowered my head, shot up, and hit the ceiling. Lowered my head, shot up, and badly damaged whatever was in my way. Then I went as low as I possibly could, and with all of my remaining strength, I head butted the ceiling once more. There was one, horrifying snap, and I went straight through the cage-like room. There was a covering over it too, like wet paper.

FREE! I shouted in my head. And with that, I fell on the floor with a wet PLOP! It was painful, but I didn't care. Instinctively, I emptied my lungs and drew in air. What came out of my mouth was unknown to me. Whatever it was, some was still in my lungs, which made it both painful and difficult to breathe.

I sputtered and coughed. Every time I spat out the liquid, I breathed in, letting the cool air refresh my body. The feeling was… Delicious. It was as if this was the first time I've ever breathed…

Within moments, my breathing became normal. Relief spread through my body as I took each breath. The cool air soothed my entire being, relaxing both my mind and body. The whole time this happened, my vision was acting weird. Though it was clearing up a bit, everything was very blurry, and the blinding light didn't help at all.

Then the noise… It was as if someone was holing cups to cover my ears. I tried to twist my head. I couldn't. Instead, I only rolled my body over. Something was wrong. I know it. I don't know what was wrong, but I know. I just do.

Did they cut off my limbs? I wondered. The very thought of the xenomorphs ripping off my limbs made me feel light headed. But… They couldn't have mutilated my body. I would have died from blood loss, and I strongly doubt that a xenomorph would have any medical experience to stop any sort of bleeding.

Where am I? I thought. If I'm not on the wall, then I must be- My whole body instantly twitched. I felt something come towards me. My vision began to clear a bit, and colors became more apparent, as well as shapes and sizes. Fear gripped my heart heart as I spied a pair of black, clawed feet come at me. Since I was so low to the ground, I couldn't see the body of the xenomorph, but I recognize those feet anywhere.

I felt a clawed hand close around body and slowly lift me up. I flipped and threw my body in the xenomorph's grasp, struggling for my life. I screamed, only it wasn't a scream. It sounded more like a loud squeak. My throat felt hoarse. I screamed again, only to sound like a desperate screech.

Within a few moments, I was face level with the xenomorph. But something was off, extremely off. The size of the xenomorph… It was…

HOLY SHIT! I screamed in my head. What I saw in front of me was the queen… The queen that made all of the eggs in the first place… The very queen that killed more than three quarters of the whole fucking colony. That queen… And here I am, in front of her. Face to face with the killer who was responsible for the deaths of thousands of people.

I quivered in her grasp, forced to imagine what she might do to me. I tried to struggle more, but her hold onto me was too strong. My vision blurred again, and I felt weaker now. I stopped moving, once again accepting death.

She leaned forward, moving her seemingly eyeless face towards mine. I moved my head back as far as I could… Her face got closer… And she… Nuzzled me?

Confusion clouded my mind as she then cooed and began walking. What the fuck is going on? I thought. Then she started to move along the wall. Where is she taking me? I couldn't see where she was taking me. All I could see was the caves we were passing through. All the stalagmites hung from the ceiling, all looking too dangerous to be under.

There was a sharp turn and we faced a wall. But The xenomorph kept going, as if the wall wasn't there. At first, I thought the queen was going to run into the wall, but to my surprise, she didn't bump into the wall. In fact, it was the opposite. She literally ran UP the wall! As if she's been doing this for years, she expertly scaled the wall, navigating herself to a hole almost invisible to the naked eye.

So that's how your kind got to places so fast! I thought. Smart bastards… She fit into the hole without a single problem and crawled through a network of more tunnels. Unlike the tunnels we were in, these tunnels were more narrow, and a tighter fit too. But we both fit in perfectly, like a key in a keyhole.

I kept silent the whole way. I didn't even move. I already knew it was the end for me, reguardless of what was going to happen. So I just let myself go. Just like that.

The large xenomorph took another right and jumped off a nearly invisable edge. I heard noises… Strange, wet noises. I could barely see at all, save for the blurry colors and nearly unrecognizable shapes. It sounded as if some one was handling meat it their bare hands. Mixed in with those noises were the sound of slight squeaks and horrible, blood curling slithering.

No… I thought. She… She brought me into the hives interior... I felt cold. Eternally cold. Once again, fear took me in. I shivered and trembled… I had just freed myself… And I was caught again…

She brought me closer to the noises. This time, I saw colors. One, large red mass with smaller, slightly dark beige shapes crawl on the red mass. I didn't understand at all. What was she going to do with me? Why did she take me to this particular cave?

Then she dropped me. She dropped me and it felt as if I had just jumped off a cliff. But the fall had a quick end. As soon as I hit the end, there was a loud PLOP! and I saw nothing but creamy red. I had landed on a couschin of some kind, but it felt wet and a bit warm. I squirmed, unsure of what to do.

Oh god, I thought as I felt something slide right up against me. I shivered in cold disgust as I felt another. Where the fuck am I?

I took in a few sharp breaths, but as I did, I felt… Different. It was so strange. I felt… New. Better, for lack of a better word. It was weird. VERY weird. I didn't like it.

I squirmed and squirmed, getting nothing but a response from something slithering against and past me. I seemed to only get closer to the source of the slithering sounds instead of away. But I didn't want to get closer, I wanted to leave. I just wanted to get out of this damn cave and escape. That was all I wanted.

Over time, my vision began to clear up, assisting me with recognizing what was in front of me. Nothing was really blurry now, so I thing I could see most things. But as I focused what was in front of me, I stopped moving immediately.

What in the… I began in my head. My blood ran cold as I saw what was in front of me. Right in front of me… Was a newly born xenomorph covered in blood! I tried to scream, but all I managed was a pathetic squeak. It was slithering right towards me at an unrecognizable speed.

I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. It was so fucking big! Even for a larvae! No, especially for a larvae! Fear gripped me like a starved shark in a feeding frenzy. My heart began to race. I couldn't think… I couldn't-

It slithered right past me, letting it's side rub against mine, lightly pushing me to the side. It didn't even make a sound. It just… Left. I was confused. Before I could move, another came from my left, completely ignoring me.

What the fuck is going on? I thought for the umpteenth time as I saw them begin to gnaw on the sticky couschin, taking a small chunk of it and swallowing it whole. Then something went off in my mind… I got this strange feeling… Like I hadn't eaten in days.

Slowly I felt the hunger climb up. The trigger was from me seeing these xenomorphs eat the couschin… No. No. No no no no… I looked down (or at least I tried) and studied the soft ground. But it wasn't a couschin at all… It was caked in warm and sticky blood. I felt sick to the very core of my stomache. But what was worse was the fact that what I've been on wasn't a couschin… It was torn up flesh.

I shivered, both mentally and physically. These newborn xenomorphs were eating raw, bloody flesh. I wanted to throw up. But I couldn't. I hadn't eaten anything.

I want to get out… I thought. Oh god please get me out… Then I felt something within the depths of my mind. It was… Irritation. But… I wasn't irritated. It felt kind of… Foreign. Unrecognizable. But I couldn't ponder on it at all because I heard an angry hiss from above.

Once again I felt the xenomorphs clawed hand grab me. She held me to her face and let out a confused hiss. I began to squirm, trying so hard to get out of her strong grip. But to no avail. Then I felt something… In my head…

I stopped, completely tousled. It was like an ice cold brush rubbed itself against my head. I shivered once again, feeling tortured. Then the feeling left, and the xenomorph bent down onto all fours, pressing the front of her face onto the unknown carcass. I couldn't see what she was doing. All I heard was all the xenomorph larvae slithering around, masked by the wet squelches I witnessed from the xenomorph that was holding me.

I wanted to cry. But there was no use. There was no point. I'm stuck here…

The alien that held me had now stood back up in her usual, normal position. Only this time, she had a sliver of flesh in her maw, in which she was now pulling it out with one of her secondary clawed hands. She then slightly brandished it in front of my face, expecting me to take it. I moved away. The disgusting meat nearly rubbed onto me, dripping sticky blood everywhere.

My captor growled at me, and brandished it again. And again. And again. I struggled against her grasp, trying to escape. Before I could move any further, she shoved it in my mouth.

I gagged. Blood spurted out my mouth. Blood that didn't belong to me… It was warm… Soft… Wet… I hated it. I wanted to cry out so badly I tried twisting my head, but couldn't. I tried spitting out the flesh… But…

It's so sweet… I thought. Now I felt it… It was… Warm… Soft… I didn't even bother to chew. I swallowed it whole, letting it slide through my throat and fill my empty bellie by a fraction. I heard a satisfied grunt as I was dropped down to the same spot I was in before.

She then took off, leaving me alone with the larvae. I'm alone… No one is going to save me… I thought. And… I'm HUNGRY AS FUCK! I began to tremble with starvation. I felt like an African child before the gold-crop revolution.

I pressed my face down onto the soft, warm flesh. My head felt light… My mind so foggy… I opened my mouth… I cupped a little nibble in my mouth… I ripped it off… And swallowed… I took another nibble. I swallowed again. I took a third, only this time a chunk. I swallowed that whole too.

With every bite, I felt more animal-like, doing my best to take in more and more while ignoring everything else all-in-all. But my god, this felt amazing. I couldn't really taste anything, save for the metallic-sweetness that was slightly present. But it felt warm, soft, and tender. This, was fresh. I literally shivered in delight instead of fear. In all of honesty, it reminded me of beef. Or a rare steak, at that.

I continued to eat. I didn't stop for shit, even though there were xenomorph larvae both slipping and sliding past me. I ate, and time passed by. I don't know how long, but I felt tingly. My whole body felt tight… Cramped…

I stopped eating. I was full and exhausted. I felt… Fat. Fat and happy. And I liked it. And with that, I tried to just fall asleep, even though I was on raw flesh. I just didn't care.

All of the sudden, my head began to feel lighter. My thoughts were just all over the place. I couldn't really describe it, but I felt somewhat like a radio. I don't know how, I just do. Within seconds I was picked up by the queen and was carried elsewhere. This time I didn't fight. I felt calm and sleepy. Like a tired baby.

My vision got blurry again. I could barely see now. I could barely make out the shapes and colors. All I knew was that the queen was bringing me to a wall of some sorts. It looked looked rigid at the top, and there appeared to be a large cavity on the bottom.

She set me in the cavity in a little puddle of mysterious fluids, and then started to seal me in with this thick liquid that she spurted from her mouth. It took a few minutes, but in no time at all, there was a wall that I guessed had the color of Amber.

I couldn't tell if she was still there, or if she left. All I knew was that I was alone in this strange, new place I was placed here. I couldn't tell exactly why I was put here in the first place, but nor did I care. This little puddle was surprisingly comfortable, and smelled sweet. It felt warm, and slightly thick, like heated honey.

I stretched out my body, not giving a signal care in the world. But then I heard voices… In my head. It sounded like hissing at first, but I could vaguely make out what the voices were saying:

Huuuuuuuussssshhhhhhhh… They whispered. Sleeeeeeeeep... Sleeeeeeeeep my child… Reeeeeeeessssssssssst…

I felt ingly again. It was soothing. The voices sounded so… Peaceful. So nice and kind…

Sleeeeeeeeeep my love… Sleeeeeeeep…

I felt extremely tired. I wanted nothing other than to sleep. I began to daze, every sound becoming muffled and blurry vision seemingly turning transparent.

I adjusted my head, letting the voices soothe me to sleep. The tingling feeling didn't go away. As a matter of fact, the tingling had become more apparent and obvious. But it wasn't necessarily a bad feeling. No, it was sort of soothing as well.

I curled up, and lay still, letting the complete and utter darkness overcome my mind.

Sleeeeeeeeep… Was the last thing I heard.