Author's Note: Hello. I am back finally. Its been hard to update and a lot of stuff has happened to me so I apologize for the late update but its here. This chapter was probably the most fun to write so please enjoy reading it.

I do not own any of the material except for the characters and plot.

Chapter 2

Terrace sighed in annoyance as he shut the door to the queen's chamber. It was another day where he was forced to work for Weyland Yutani due to their terrible threat involving Terrace's family. Even if he hated them, he loved his family more and they deserved to live, so he didn't do anything and kept working.

Terrace walked back to his quarters to relax. It was finally time for him to sleep. He walked over to sit on his bed. He looked around his drab quarters. Everything was a dark grey color, there was no way to make it personal. There was only one thing that was personal to Terrace in the entire room. He got up and grabbed it in his hand and examined it.

It was a picture of his family and himself in the home that only his family lives in now. Terrace can sometimes return home on breaks just to see his kids but its not very often. However, even when he can't see them, he has this picture to remind him of them. It makes him smile, even when he is in the most desperate situation. Terrace wouldn't know what to do if his family was dead. Not wanting to think about such morbid things, Terrace went to sleep on the hard and uncomfortable bed.

Terrace awoke the next morning and got up. He still felt surprisingly tired. It had been a trend with him ever since he accidently passed out one day working. Apparently, he passed out just after delivering the eggs and had to be taken back to his quarters. Weyland Yutani didn't seem to care much about it, which infuriated him even more but he knew he couldn't say anything. The strange thing about that event was that he doesn't even remember getting the egg. Terrace supposed it was just memory loss but he still found it very strange. He didn't want to think about it a lot so very often it just stayed in the back of his mind until he remembered it in the morning.

Wanting to feel more awake and have more energy, Terrace immediately headed to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. The only thing they served was cheap, dry food that had only enough sustenance to get someone through one meal. Terrace also was able to get some coffee and got a spot down at one of the tables. There were other employees all around him that were talking but none he knew or cared to know. When you hated your job with a passion, it was kind of hard to find friends. Terrace ate alone in silence for a while before he was greeted with something much more pleasurable.

"Morning Terrace." Terrace heard a familiar voice and looked up. He smiled as he saw a familiar face sit down in front of him.

"Morning Leon." Terrace greeted his only friend in the entire job. He had met Leon when he first started and the two instantly liked each other. Maybe it was just the fact that they both were so desperate to get money for their families that they took this job. Whatever the reason, they both liked each other. It certainly helped Terrace deal with everything he had to do with this job.

Leon ate some food before looking at Terrace intently, his dark eyes way too focused for someone who just woke up.

"You heard anything about the space station fiasco?" Leon asked him as he fixed his glasses. Terrace was very confused.

"No, what space station?" He asked his strangely perky friend. Leon shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, some station Weyland Yutani built. Anyways apparently, a xenomorph got on there somehow and it killed almost everyone on board." Leon started to tell the story but apparently got hungry because he started eating food.

"Almost everyone?" Terrace inquired, curious as to what Leon meant by this.

"Apparently, the xenomorph had some weird instance of acting like it had emotions. The person who became the xenomorph had been in love with the one who survived and it couldn't kill them. Eventually, some marine brigade came and killed the xenomorph and saved the person. The person got upset though and committed suicide, so technically everyone died." Leon finished the story and continued to eat his food. Terrace thought about this for a while.

"A xenomorph who showed emotions? Isn't that technically impossible?" Terrace asked, even though he was pretty sure Leon wouldn't know.

"Well it could be possible since xenomorphs are a parasitic species and need a host body before they can grow into the full thing. I mean, I'm sure scientifically that should be impossible, but logically, there could be a possibility." Leon stated. Terrace was still not sure. It seemed unlikely that there would be anyway that emotions could be kept after the host was dead. That just seemed too far-fetched. Even if Terrace wanted to try and make a rebuttal to that idea, it was time for Terrace to go to work. He got up and said goodbye to Leon and walked out of the cafeteria and towards the holding area of the queen.

He went and put on his suit and saw that he would be collecting with another person. Terrace couldn't for the life of him remember this person's name, he just knew for some reason, this person didn't like him. Maybe it was the fact that he never tried to talk to them but Terrace still found it kind of weird. Regardless, Terrace was not keen to be working with this person for very long.

The pair walked out with their collection carts until they reached the holding area. The two walked carefully through the sticky ground that the queen had made to create a proper nest for her eggs. It was kind of sad in a way, how the queen's eggs were stolen from her and used to be tested with by humans, the host that probably created the queen. Not that Terrace felt anything like that because of what happened to him on that one day.

The queen was strangely silent, something that happened a lot more often when Terrace was around, according to other members of the collection crew. Terrace didn't like that at all; he wanted nothing to do with the horrible xenomorphs. The only thing that stopped him from destroying the eggs was the fact that he could be fired and his family's safety could be at risk.

As Terrace approached the queen, he felt strange. There was a weird sense of deja vu that completely confused him. It was true that he did come in here and do the same thing every day but this feeling had never come to him before so he was confused as to why it would come now. There was a flicker in the lights and both him and the other person with him looked up at it. The queen moved her huge head and suddenly shrieked very loudly. Instantly, Terrace fell down to the ground and felt his consciousness slipping away. Before he knew it, he passed out.

He awoke only a minute later and that's when everything came back. He remembered what happened that day. He remembered the news and how it meant his family was dead. Terrace remembered his feelings of hopelessness and failure. They bit into his mind like daggers and he felt himself want to break down into tears. However, for some reason something held him back from this. At first, he could not understand this but then he realized. He was not going to be sad now, he was angry. Terrace was furious, rage filled but most importantly, he felt a need for something. He wanted vengeance for his family. He would do anything for that.

Terrace got up slowly. He looked at the person who was with him who was grabbing eggs quickly as the lights flashed many times. He looked up at the queen who was writhing around now, looking like she wanted to be free. Then he had an idea of how to get this vengance. It was something he would never do before, but he no longer cared about whether or not he lived or died. Now, he would just kill them all. No one would escape.

Terrace grabbed the thing he used to collect the eggs and walked towards the person who was grabbing the eggs quickly. They stopped and looked up at him.

"What are you doing, grab some eggs." The person acted irritated. Terrace felt his rage flash up and in an instant he grabbed the egg collector tighter and quickly slammed it down on the person's face. They fell to the ground, the glass of their protective mask shattering. Terrace looked down on them as they stumbled around trying to get up.

"What the fuck is your problem?! Do you know what you've done?!" The person yelled and Terrace noticed an egg open. The person got up with a look of fury on their face and started to walk towards Terrace.

"Why are you ignoring me?! Look at me you dumb fuck!" The person yelled and was about to start running when there was a sudden movement from behind them. They turned around and in that instant, something flew out of the egg and latched on to the person's face. They started screaming but it was muffled by the green face hugger that wrapped its tail around the person's neck. They used their arms to try and peel off the face hugger but it was no use. Before long, they collapsed to the ground and the face hugger pulsated as it did whatever it wanted to with its new host.

Normally, Terrace would be so terrified of this that he would already have left the room but Terrace felt nothing. He reached up and took off his own helmet. He walked forward to an egg that noticed his presence and began to unfold. The lights were flashing off and on now and Terrace knew there would soon be a power failure. He stood over the egg as he accepted his fate. He knew that soon it would come but he didn't know when it would. He kept looking down, wondering when it would come. Then, without warning, the face hugger flew out and grabbed on to his face.

Terrace was so sure he was prepared for this but nothing could have prepared him for this. As the face hugger got its grip and covered his face, he was forced to close his eyes. Breathing was next to impossible as the parasite covered his mouth and gripped it closer to him. He felt the tail wrap around his neck and he wondered if he had done the right thing. Then it closed around his neck and he felt himself stop breathing and he passed out.

Terrace awoke later, feeling terrible. He looked around and realized he was stuck on to the floor of the queen's holding area. He moved his head slightly to the left and saw the person who he had worked with. He was swearing loudly as his chest bulged and when he saw Terrace awaken and was even more furious.

"You fucking piece of shit, I hope you burn for an eternity in hell." The person was barely able to say before he started screaming in pain as his chest burst open in blood and the chest burster was born. Terrace laid back as he felt his own chest pulsating. It hurt more than anything else he had ever experienced, yet he was calm. He knew what he had done and knew what would happen now. Now all that he hoped for was that he would be able to kill all of those who deceived him. As his chest pulsated for one last time, he started to speak.

"Kayla...Paisley...Harry...I won't let Weyland get away with your deaths." He spoke right before he felt his chest burst open. He didn't last long enough to see the chestburster, he just closed his eyes, and let himself die.

Author's Note: And that marks the end of Terrace. I know this idea is terrible and probably no one would do it but hey, he is super desperate. Next will be xenomorph chapters (the main reason I wrote this story in the first place.) I'll try to post the next chapter next week.

Ido not own any of the material except for the characters and plot.