FINALLY! Chapter five, am I right!? ok, I am DEEPLY sorry it has taken so long to update this chapter. I won't go into details, but it was mostly because of interruptions, work, and just plainly, my personal life. I Would've given up, if it weren't for the support you guys have given me. also, since I've been gone so long, I decided to make this an extra long chapter, clocking in about more than 4,000 words! Cool huh? Enjoy!

Chapter 5

It was as if the three of us were having a standoff, or a showdown of some sort as we stared each other down. My jaw was partially dropped in fear, and my "visitors" looked at me in complete shock. I stood there, paw laid on the edge of the table. The engineer-looking guy had gone from lightly tanned to nearly pure white. He looked like he was about to soil himself. The other guy was a colonial marine. A real beef bus of a man. I could tell he was military mainly because of the badly damaged light armor he wore to protect his torso. He had black nylon straps that could hold ammo, along with severely tattered cargo pants.

I didn't know what to do. I was too afraid to do anything. Hell, even breathing seemed to elude me as I stared at them. I began to raise my paws in the slowest motion possible. I instinctively began to hyperventilate, planning on turning tail and fleeing, literally.

"G… G-k…" The engineer stuttered. His skin grew more and more pallid the longer he stared at me, obviously paralyzed in fear. The marine, however, was expressionless, not expressing any fear or desperation. Only disbelief.

"K… K-keh…" His rate of stuttering increased dramatically for less than a few moments, trying to form words. "Ehhhhh… K…" I can hear a whimper escape his lips, now beginning to form words. I raised my paws higher in a way to show peace. That didn't help, because within a spilt second, I nearly jumped out of my blackened, thick skin.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHHH!" Bowing my head down, I clamped the both of my paws over my ear holes and screeched in pain as the engineer let out an ear piercing scream.

"K-KILL IT! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT! FUCKING KILL IT! KILLITKILLITKILLITKILLIT!" He screamed, voice cracking nearly at every word. "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? ITS GONNA KILL US KILLITNOOOOW!"

I swear I felt my ears start to explode from his terrified screaming. I staggered and leaned towards the table to my right, still clutching at my ears. Within seconds, I saw the marine snap out of his trance and contort his face into something much more monstrous than a wolfs snarling face. He lifted the tip of the rifle in an arc in the air and aimed it directly at me with an emphatic CHAK!

"AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHGHGGHGHHH!" He roared, letting out a spray lead rounds at me. Scared shitless, I gripped the edge of the table and flipped it on its side, ducking behind the metal barrier I just crudely made. I tucked my entire body into a compact ball as well as I could to fit behind the table, flinching nearly every time a bullet hit the ground near me.

Trembling, I looked around frantically, looking for an escape rout. The only way out was the way I came in: the narrow doorway behind me. But if I get up, even for a second, I'll be nothing but a corrosive, bloody mass of flesh and bone. It was my only option.

I braced myself to bolt towards the doorway, but flinched as I felt a lead slug bitch slap my spear of a tail. I writhed in pain for a moment and tucked my tail towards my chest, nursing it to make help make the pain go away. All it did was graze the skin, but god did it fucking hurt.

The hell am I going to d- BER-CHAK! The noise made me quail, sending me into a near panic attack. "FUCK!" The marine shouted.

"Why did you stop!? Fucking kill it!" The engineer screamed.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND RUN LIKE A PUSSY YOU ARE!" He retorted. I peeked over the table, looking for a perfect time to flee. "My goddamn rifle is jammed!"

Now! I shouted in my head. I scrambled out of cover and skittered towards the exit as fast as I could.

"Oh god! It's gunna kill us!" The engineer.

"That's it! I'm blowing this fucker up!" The marine shifted his grip elsewhere on the rifle, placing his hand under what seemed to look like a… Oh shi- GRENADE!

I aborted my directive of escape dodged to the side of the doorway, shouting in my head not now not now not now! Expertly, the marine lowered the butt of the gun and pulled the alternate trigger of the weapon. With a loud PSOOT! The explosive shell whizzed in the air near my head and hit the doorway behind me. There was a severe amount of crumbling cement as the doorway caved in, sealing us all in the room.

I laid out into the ground, exposed, helpless, vulnerable. I tried getting up again, hoping if could dart behind the table again, but I slipped in a pile of dust and fell flat on my chin. I tried to get back up as fast as I could.

"Shit, That was my last shell…" He said, both fearful and annoyed.

"YOU IDIOT! That was our only way out!" The engineer yelled. "You…! Oh god… It's sealed in with us…" It didn't take a genius to find out that when he said 'IT,' he was referring to me. "Wait, what're you… No! Don't be stupid!"

Before I could even comprehend what was going on, the marine was running full speed at me, rifle to his chest. I managed to get up halfway, but was instantly knocked down when the marine smacked the stock of the rifle onto the side of my head. For a split second, I saw stars blur my vision as I fell on my side. Looking up, I saw the marine change his stance and began to hold the rifle like a two-by-four. He started slamming the end of the rifle on me, attempting to do as much damage as possible to my nimble body.

"Die! You! Sick! Son! Of! Bitch!" With every word he cursed out, he slammed the rifle onto me, each hit getting harder and more violent than the last. Instinctively, I kicked out a reversed-jointed leg and hit him square in his chest. After I got back up, I bashed into him with my shoulder as hard as I could, knocking him down onto his backside.

"FUCK THIS!" Cried the engineer. He turned away and high tailed it in the opposite direction of me, fleeing into the broom closet.

I didn't care about him, all I cared about at this point was escaping. I turned my heel and made a 180 turn. I began to bolt towards the exit, but instantly smacked into the pile of rubble that was once the door. Like an idiot, I forgot that the door caved in. Dazed, I turned around only to have myself grabbed by the shoulders and thrown against the wall.

I had the wind knocked out of me when I felt myself collide against this obstacle. I turned around, swaying to and fro in pure disorientation. As I did, I immediately spotted the meaty fist of my attacker and had him clock it against my jaw.

I spiraled out on the floor, a severe migraine infecting the depths of my massive head. I got back up and trudged away from the marine in an attempt to gather myself, only to hear him taunt and retort me.

"HAH! Hey wade! This bitch ain't so hard to fuck up, look at 'em! Pathetic," he kicked me in the gut, making me nearly vomit everywhere. I whimpered as he towered over me, making me feel like a sheep lost in the lions den. He reached down towards me in attempt to grab me. I flinched away, worst mistake I ever made.

He grabbed hold of my left arm and positioned his legs on either side of me. His knees clamped painfully hard on my sides, holding me in place. Oh god… I thought. No! Oh god please-

"SSSCCCHRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I felt extreme, no, pure unimaginable pain in my left shoulder as the marine twisted it. The pain only increased when he continued to twist it. I knew what he was doing. He's torturing me. Hurting me as much as he could before he kills me.

He let go for a split second, only to double his efforts to twist my arm completely off. I screeched, it was all I could do. He twisted harder, I screeched louder. I swear, I could make out a slight POP! as he lingered to finish.

I felt a small part of me begin to swell. I didn't know what it was, nor did I care. But something in my mind began to grow, like a balloon trying to reach its limit. The more he twisted and the more I screamed, the bigger it got. I paid no mind to it, given the fact that I was already in a fuck load of pain.

Within moments, I felt that balloon in my head reach it's limit when the marine tried to bend my arm in the opposite direction. I then felt an explosion inside me, scattering my thoughts everywhere. With a quick huff, my lungs produced the loudest, most high pitched screech they could make.

"Jesus Christ!" The marine shouted, letting me go and covering his ears. I took this chance to run away from him. I crawled on all three, limping with my left arm. I went into a corner and clutched my shoulder, nursing it. "You little bitch…" He began to walk towards me, an angry look contorting the muscles in his face.

I whimpered once more, letting out a sharp but soft and shaky hiss. I cowered into a little ball as he neared me, ducking my head down as if it would protect me. As I did though, I saw wood on the ground…

I felt my heartbeat dramatically increase as I realized what it was. The wood… It was a maple stock! It was the hunting shotgun I used earlier on the face huggers. The tip was under some dust and a few rocks, but I didn't give a shit. I knew it wasn't really stuck.

I grabbed the maple stock and yanked it free with my right paw. I pulled it out a bit too fast, which made me nearly throw the damn thing at him. Scrambling to get into a stance, I aimed it directly at him.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widened by both surprise and disbelief. Me having these alien appendages (no pun intended) on the ends of my arms, it was difficult to wield properly. One paw stayed on the pump as the other gripped the handle. I placed a single talon on the trigger, ready to fire.

But it was empty. I KNEW it was empty. The memory quite literally slapped me in the face. I remember using it on the face huggers. All that was left in the 12-gage was a single, depleted shell.

The marine still had this surprised, stupid look on his face, as if he just saw someone try to French-kiss a frog. I cocked the gun, ejecting the depleted shell out of the ejection port with an obvious CHIK-CHAK! He took a step back, looking even more stunned than before.

I tried to see myself in his perspective: an injured, but highly dangerous Xenomorph pointing the tip of a shotgun at your face. This must be really weird to him. I'd probably shit my pants if I were him.

I circled him, trying to get myself out of the corner. He kept his gaze upon me the entire time, following my every move. I heard slight shuffling behind me, but it was only just a rock that fell from the ceiling. I knew it was, mainly because that same rock rolled and bumped against my clawed foot. But the shuffling didn't stop…

"Clever girl…" The marine stated, now with a look of bewilderment. I stopped circling him, getting upset. Did you just fucking quote a Jurassic park line? I thought. AND DID YOU JUST CALL ME A FUCKING GIRL!? I involuntarily let out an angered growl, expressing my anger. I moved closer to him, planning on hitting him with the butt of the stock partly because I was angry, but mostly because I needed to buy time to figure out a way to get out of here.

The marine then sneered at me… "But not clever enough." Before I could understand what he meant, I head yelling behind me. I began to turn around, but was immediately struck with a hard object on the head, which forced me down on my disjointed knees. Dropping the gun, I swiveled around in surprise and accidentally swiped the engineer several feet away. He smacked against the wall and fell, clutching his arm and contorting his face in pain.

The pain I felt on my head was unbearable. I literally saw stars when I was hit. I glanced up and spotted the marine picking up the shotgun. With amazing skill, he flicked the gun up in a split second and aimed it at me, distorting his face into a victorious grin.

"DIE YOU DICK SNIFFIN' MOTHER OF FUCK!" He shouted. He pulled the trigger and the gun made a TIC! sound. "What in the he-" I sprung from where I was kneeling and attempted to punch him in the face with a balled up paw. It wasn't easy, and it hurt my knuckles like hell clocking him in the jaw. I shied my paw away and held it for a second as the marine staggered back.

As soon as he straightened up again, I charged at him full speed and tackled him with my shoulder once again, knocking the both of us on the ground. I tried to get back up by placing my paws on his shoulders, but was instantly met with resistance. He punched me just below my ribs, knocking the wind out of me. He then placed the flat of his foot on my bony chest and launched me behind him.

I hit my head once again for the umpteenth time and fell flat on my back, stunned and gasping for air. God he knows how to fight… I thought. I shortly regained my breath and tried to get back up, deciding that I had enough and wanted to just run away. I didn't even rise a few inches.

The marine lifted himself up and sat on my gut, placing both hands around my throat. What-OH SHIT! I mentally exclaimed. Immediately I felt my breathing nearly stop. His vice-like grip around my neck prevented me from breathing normally. He was strangling me…

I struggled under him, natural instincts forcing me to flail around like a maniac on crack. I raised myself as best I could, letting myself be in a sitting body practically dragged itself until my back hit a wall. The marine, however, never let go of my throat and followed my every move. I started choking and wheezing, wanting so bad for all this to end. My legs uselessly kicked out behind him, hitting only air. I began clawing at his arms, hoping he would let go in pain. All I accomplished from that was made deep but pathetic cuts on his arms. His response was to tighten his grip, further torturing me before I could die.

"Remember me, bitch!?" He spat between teeth. "You killed my fucking brother, you shit! YOU KILLED HIM! I will fucking make you suffer you piece of shit!" I could feel him shake me as he strangled me. I couldn't focus. I could barely make out what he looked like, let alone what he said. I could see that my vision was beginning to dim. I stopped clawing at his arms and instead gripped his shoulders. I could feel my entire body begin to stiffen in a death-like pose. I knew what was coming. I was going to die.

I'm going to die… I thought. Why in the hell am I fighting to survive? I want to die. I can't live like this… I stopped struggling. Or at least I tried to. My body made little involuntary movements, like my legs and tail twitching. Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide, trying so hard to gulp down air, but to no avail. I welcomed death once more, wishing it had come earlier from being shot instead of like this.

The marine bent down, only inches near my face. "Look at me you bitch." I couldn't smell his breath, but I could feel its warmth wash over my face. "Look at me… I want to be the last thing you fucking see. LOOK AT ME!" I tried to turn away from him. I honestly didn't want to look at him as I'm dying. I didn't want to witness pure anger and rage before I die. I just didn't. Twisting my throat slightly, he forced me to face him once more.

"I SAID LOOK AT M-CHHHHLACK!" I felt myself jump. I don't know why, I just did. The marine immediately stopped shouting at me, and his grip loosened almost immediately. What… I thought. I instantly gasped for air when I had the marine was still on top of me, but I couldn't see his face. All I could see was the top of his head. His body felt… Heavy. And limp.

As my breathing returned to normal, I felt the feeling in my limbs come back. I was numb, but well enough alive. My heart was still beating erratically, getting ready for pretty much anything. I heard the engineer shift a little from where he was.

"Ughnnn…" He sounded, raising himself. I saw his feet shuffle around a bit as he stood back up. "What-" he stopped and let out the most fearful whimper a man could sound. I was so damn confused that I a started to get scared. He did a complete 180 and made a run for it, only to trip on some rubble. I didn't know what was happening. Before I could push the marine off, I witnessed something… No…

I began to taste something sweet. Warm AND sweet. I could feel it in my mouth. It was… No. I thought. No… Oh god. I could feel something warm trickle down my chest. I tried to push the marine off of me. I tried, but couldn't. His head barely wiggled. But as it moved, the taste grew stronger and more apparent. I couldn't believe it. No, I didn't WANT to believe it. I couldn't have…

Placing both paws on his shoulders, I heaved him off of me. With a slight SCHLUNK! he fell away and his back hit the floor. I gaped in horror at what I saw when he landed.

I accidentally swallowed something when he fell away. The thing in my mouth… The warm, sweet thing… I felt it slide down my throat, through my esophagus and into my stomach. My entire body shivered like a willow tree in a storm.

I stared at the marines body… At the HOLE I left in his forehead… I felt sick to my gut, wanting to throw up so badly. I could feel my inner jaws retract back into my mouth, both opening and closing when I involuntarily flexed them.

I could feel the marines warm, slick blood drool from my teeth and lips. Oh Jesus Christ… I thought, doubling over and regurgitating the only fleshy object I ingested. I sputtered and coughed, whimpering at the horrid deed I had just committed.

I backed away from the wall near the body on all fours, making pathetic whimpers. What… I thought. What have I done… I'm a monst-

"AGGGHHHHHH!" I heard the engineer scream. I turned only to see him charging at me with an iron rod he found. He was a bit slow. I could've just moved out of the way. I could've just tripped him and run. I could've even killed him. Instead, I raised my head and waited patiently.

I was done. I didn't want to live like this. I just no longer gave a shit. That rod'll be painful… I thought to myself. But it's enough. Finally, when he arrived, the engineer heaved the rod and swung it like a bat. I felt a massive wave of pain as the rod connected with the side of my head. The force knocked me down to the ground. I didn't try to get up. All I did was stare up at him, watching him as he raises the rod high above his head.

"Y-YOU KILLED HIM, YOU F-FUCKING MONSTER!" He screeched. His voice cracked at every word he said, which would've been funny had it been a different situation. "D-die! Die! Diediediediediedie!"

I felt a flurry of blows as he began beating me with the blunt, metal stick. I made a small yelp of pain with each strike, forcing me to protect my face with my arms. Then I felt something. I didn't recognize it, but…

"HEESSSSHHSHHHH-G-G-G-G…" The engineer stopped in mid-swing, color draining from his face. In a blink of an eye, I saw him fly across the room and hit the wall again. He fell with a grunt, with a look of surprise on his face.

I felt another set of cold pangs hit my spine at what I witnessed. The assailant stared hard at me with an eyeless face, lowering herself on all fours. The Xenomorph turned away and snapped her gaze to the terrified engineer. With blurring speed, she pounced on him and held him down by the neck.

"Ah! No! N-no! Get off me!" The engineer exclaimed. I saw a small puddle of urine gather on the floor as his pants were drenched in the same bodily fluids. "G-OH GOD SOMEBODY HELP ME! HEEEEEEELP! PLEASE! HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

The Xenomorph lowered her head and snarled in his face, immediately silencing him of his useless screaming. Instead, he began to cry, muttering incomprehensible words. I watched as she lifted him up lightly by the shoulder, holding him just inches in the air. Within seconds, a face hugger scuttled out of nowhere and jumped onto his face. He spasmed, struggling under the alien to free his arms.

She let go of him and stepped back, only observing him as he got on his knees and began clawing at this foreign flesh-mask that's attached to his face. I can tell that he was trying to scream, mainly because the only noises he was making were muffled "MMMM! MMMMMMMMMMM!"

He got up on and staggered on both legs, swinging his arms and flailing. He clutched his tail-wrapped throat in alarm, probably because he felt the embryotic tubes go down his throat. I watched in horror as he continued to fight a battle he'd already lost. Eventually, he got down on his knees and held his chest. He was suffocating, but not long after that, the twin sacs on either side of the face huggers tail began to inflate and deflate, feeding his hungry lungs with tainted air. Air that acted similarly like a natural chloroform.

The Xenomorph just sat down and waited patiently. With every movement the engineer made, she tracked her gaze towards him. She just watched him, still as a statue excluding her moving head. She waited. Waited for her weakened prey to drop.

The engineers' movements were starting to waver and decline the more he breathed in the noxious gas that the face hugger provided. For about a minute or two he crawled on the ground helplessly. Then his body went limp.

The alien went over to the unconscious man and examined him without touching his body. Fuck… I thought. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… As quietly as I could, I crept to the far side of the room away from the Xenomorph towards the broom closet. I looked away for a second to make sure I wouldn't step on any rubble, so I wouldn't make noise.

"HUSSSSSSSSSSSSK…" I snapped my head to the noise and saw the Xenomorph face me, on all fours and low to the ground. I stopped and stared back, heart racing. She began to crawl towards me, hissing so deep it'd make a fully grown pit-bull piss itself.

Oh god… Was all I could make out in my head.

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