Chapter 6
I've got the magic in me
A note from The Fifty:
Hello readers! Gosh, it's odd to address people like that...eh oh well. So a few things, first and foremost I apologize for the longer wait than usual. I could give reasons to my absence but I would rather not dilly dally (dat phrase do!) im sure you want to read the story. One good thing of my absence is that during that time I found a wonderful person by the name of PurpleStrawberry14 to beta my story! Could I get a round of applaus for Strawberry? Oh, I'm typing a authors note and no one can actually answer that? Greeeat...could someone clap for PurpleStrawberry in the review section so that I don't look and crazier than I am? Thanks if ya do! So with no more delays I present the next chapter!
(I lied about the whole no delays thing :P) I do not own ANY of the AvP franchise. I only own my character Caleb and the plot. (:
'What do you mean we have to take him with us?'
'Now, I know that you're not always the smartest so let's think here, if they find out that we are what we are, we become not only escaped xenomorphs but escaped, extremely rare, and exceedingly valuable xenomorphs. Not to mention the fact that the rest of your family could be exploited against you.'
'Well...I never thought of it like that. Your right we have to bring him.'
'I'm glad you agree, now let's go.' They grabbed Nelson and slung him over their shoulder.
'Shall we take the vents?'
'That will probably be best.'
Proceeding through the vents was tricky with an unconscious Nelson, them having to drag him behind them otherwise he would be scraped against the wall. Even then his head would go over a dent or ridge and come down with a dull thud. But before long they neared the brig, however as they approached they heard voices
"Hey Philips."
"Yea."
"My motion tracker just went off." Caleb froze. 'Hades, don't move.'
'Why not? Do-'
'Shhh! Listen.'
"For the love of God James, if you don't stop ranting about your motion tracker I'm gonna lose my ears. I swear if that thing was right about half the things it registers, we would be surrounded by an army of bad guys."
"But this time it's coming from the ventilation system." James protested.
"And three times ago it came from directly in front of us. If you want to go check it out there's an access port around the corner", Philips turned away from James, "go have an adventure in 'lala motion tracker land' see if I care."
"Fine I will."
With that James stomped off in the direction of the access port, leaving Philips alone. A few moments passed and Philips called out to James.
"Hey! Did you find those space monsters?"
No response.
"Hey", Philips was a little annoyed, "you can come back now; I didn't really mean take a break in the vents dipshit."
Still nothing.
"James, if you don't come back here I'll-"
James' arm appeared from around the corner...very clearly flipping Philips off. Philips, who was not one to take that kind of thing lightly, marched over to his partner to show him the error of his ways.
"James you little piece of-", he rounded the corner to see James...unconscious and being propped up by a xenomorph, "s-shit."
Caleb quickly supplied a fist to Philips face, knocking him out cold. With both sleepers safely hidden in the vent Caleb and Hades preceded into the brig.
'Don't worry Sarah, we're coming.'
"Let's go over this again doctor, what do you know about specimen number 97?" A man in an official looking suit asked calmly.
"I've told you everything, from its weight and height to its daily habits", Sarah was sitting across from the man, restrained in her seat, "it's an ordinary xenomorph aside from the odd coloration. Look if I can just get back to my wo-"
The man slammed his fist on the table, making Sarah jump'
"Bullshit!"
The man pulled up a holo-board and a video played on it.
"This video clearly shows the specimen cutting itself and smearing its blood on the walls, it appears to not try to escape, but to write something. From this angle we cannot determine the exact words but you reacted quite noticeably to whatever happened...I'll ask nicely one more time, what do you know about specimen 97!"
"Look I-" Sarah was cut off by a panicked voice from outside.
"Oh my god...what the fuck is that!"
"Oh shit is coming at me bro!"
"Shoot it! Shoot it!" The sound of sidearm's firing cracked through the air, followed by an ear-piercing alien scream. The sounds of shooting slowed. "I'm reloading!"
The man with Sarah stood and pulled a handgun out of his suit.
"Look out!" Something slammed into the door, denting it inward a couple inches. The pistol-fire stopped entirely, followed by more human screams.
Sarah's interrogator aimed at the door, ready for whatever came through. Sarah stood as best she could in her restraints, the man looked at her and shouted, "Doctor, sit your ass back do-"
The door was kicked off its hinges and smashed into the interrogator, slamming him into the back wall. Sarah could see that he was not moving and feared the worst. She turned to the now very open doorway as a blue figure stepped over the threshold.
"Caleb?" Sarah asked.
'Nope, Chuck Testa'
"What?"
'Uh never mind, what happened?' Caleb thought a moment. 'And why did you stab me with that needle, you know I hate needles!'
"I had to, they were going to kill you if you weren't sedated", Sarah looked down a bit and said in a quiet voice, "I did it to protect you..."
'Oh come now, I know you had my best interests in mind, you can drop the innocent schoolgirl act.' Caleb noticed the handcuffs on Sarah.
'Here, let me get those for you.' He slashed apart the chain with ease.
"Thank you", Sarah walked towards the door, "now, we have to get off of this station before-"
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
Lockdown initiated all non-combat personnel report to the safe rooms. Repeat all non-combat personnel to the safe rooms. This is not a drill, this is not a drill.
'They must have found the lab...'
[Sorry guys and gals, I had to chop this chapter up a bit for technical reasons.]