Hey I decided to write this story after I watched the movies for like the billionth time. I won't write another chapter until I get some reviews, so please, please, please review?

Disclaimer: I do not own the movies, or the characters, I made this story for fun and not for profit.

Chapter 1

A new species

Have you ever felt like you were being watched, how about studied? I have, everyday of my short life, for you see I am about 3 months old. I am a Xenomorph, I am not like the rest of my kind, I am half human, and half alien. I was taken from lieutenant Ripley's DNA. She was a brave women, strong, clever, beautiful. She also tried to wipe out the Xenomorphs. They say I look like her, but I don't see it. I have long black straight hair, solid black eyes, long slender fingers, with sharp pointed nails, snarling pointed silver teeth, and a long tail with a sharp point at the end, I do have her amazing figure and creamy touchable white skin, but Ripley was gorgeous, I am a monster, not even my own "kind" will go near me, who could love something that doesn't belong anywhere?

Some times I catch myself staring out of my tube and through the spaceship window, wondering if there really is no where for me, or if maybe…just maybe I could belong somewhere…with someone.

I watch the scientists from day to day, because really there is nothing else for me to do. They don't do much, just sit at the computers, talk about numbers and our location in space, how I'm progressing. Sometimes they come and stare at me with their tiny beady eyes, for hours on end. They scribble things down and then leave me alone.

It seems that when they "remade" Ripley and took the queen from her, they also took her DNA, and stored it, which is how I was born. I wish I could meet her, maybe talk with her, for you see I have the capable speech of both species. But Ripley doing what Ripley does best escaped a ship filled with aliens, with some other survivors and headed to Earth…where ever that is. I hope she's happy.

The humans wear very odd material on their body's, which they call clothes, it seems warm, I wish I could have some. Its very cold in space, and in this tube there is no heat, so I shiver constantly.

"P…p…pleeeeeaaaa…seee?" The first words to escape my mouth, luckily I wasn't born with two mouths, like all the Xenomorphs are, so speech was possible for me. I understand what the humans are saying but to form their words is a lot harder then I thought, but then again I am a fast learner.

One of the scientist took notice that the "alien"..a.k.a me, was trying to speak.

"Finally all our hard work is paying off, everyone hurry number 27 is trying to speak." Stupid wanker.

They gather around me, whispering to each other, nodding every once in a while. Soon silence, all eyes on me.

"I…I'm cold, c..can I have something to wear?" My voice was very raspy and harsh, but at least I could talk. It was obvious some of them didn't want me to talk, they looked disgusted and made sure everyone knew their point of view.

" This is marvellous, we actually created a hybrid alien,, we'll go down in history for this!" That scientist ran to a communicator on the wall and started talking to someone very fast, probably about me."Here dear, this should keep you warm." A blond women opened a small opening in the tube and dropped some articles of clothing in for me.

"Thank you."

It was loose white pants, and a tight white long sleeved top, I could hardly breathe. But at least I wasn't shivering as bad.

They eventually let me out of the tube, and put me in an empty room, it wasn't a big improvement, but I could walk now, and it eased the sore muscles in my legs and back.

I need out of here, I know that, but how?

Frank, the head scientist, as I have found out from ease dropping, was scheduling me for test. These tests sounded horrible, I guess they forgot that I know English, well…enough to understand that these tests just might kill me.

Pacing helps me think. But no matter how long I pace for, I can't find a solution to my problem.

Does it really matter if I die or not? No one would miss me. No, I have to get out of here, there's a better place, I know it, and maybe…just maybe there would be some one to love me.

I have been watching the other Xenomorphs for a few days now, it seems their blood is some kind of acid. If they bleed, it could burn a hole through the floor, probably why the scientists have separated them, one per room.

As being a half breed, I started to wonder if maybe I have acid blood. Might as while see, there would be no harm in not trying.

When the scientist turned away I bite as hard as I could into the palm of my hand, my blood tasted sour, and bitter but did not hurt me, I stared down at my hand, my blood was a greenish goo, just like the Xenomorphs.

Disgusted I flicked some of it on the floor, and just as I had hoped it burned a small hole. I'd need to shed more blood to escape. I repeatedly kept biting my hand, wrist and arm until the hole was big enough to fit through. God I hoped Xenomorphs were fast healers. And just as the scientist looked up to see if I was in a good condition for the tests, I slipped through the hole, and was gone.

The next chapter will be about her escape, so please, please review, so I can continue writing?