Chapter 4

Forced to obey

"Mr. Weyland?" Marc asked as he investigated the man before him. He was a tall, handsome white man with dark, sleek hair combed backwards. He wore light gray suit and black trousers. His shoes were black. "Look! He actually get it. Good. You know who I am and I know who you are." Weyland said and clapped his hands together. There was a long silence, during Weyland just smiled and watched between Marc and Zahira. She didn't seem to scare him at all. Finally Zahira hissed and jumped towards Weyland her inner jaw extended. Before she reached Weyland though, she was shot. There was no much noise, but Marc could almost see as the bullet flew and hit her to the hip. Blinded by pain, she fell on her hands and tried to rise, but her feet didn't move. Marc's heart skipped a beat. He ran for her, but half-way there, he was hit by something in the head. Hard. He fell and before he passed out, he heard Mr. Weyland say: " Bind that thing and bring him with us..."

He woke up his head aching. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was in an office. In an office of someone important. There was even a wooden desk here! It was extremely expensive to have wooden furniture, especially after the last tree was cut down on Earth. "Woke up have we?" He heard a familiar voice say behind him. He heard steps behind him and then Mr Weyland came into his vision. "Where's Zahira?" Marc was only able to blurt out. "Oh, it has a name? How lovely. Well, "Zahira" has now its own cage, where it can't escape. Before you start to ask questions, let me tell you something; There has been numerous times where a xeno and human has become friends. You are not the only one. But they all had left me and I had to get rid of the problems they made. This time that won't happen. I need a way, to keep you both here." He said. Marc only understood the part where he spoke about other Xeno-Human friendships. " In other words, you are my hostage, so your so lovely xenomorph doesn't make any stupid decisions." Weyland said. "If you hurt her, even pinch her, I'll swear I'll make sure you regret that." Marc said angry. "Her? HER? Well this is interesting. . . No. Why should I hurt it. It's my test subject. I'll just make sure it understands what happens to you if it doesn't obey." Weyland said and left pinned Marc to the floor and punched him.

She woke up to an incredible pain. Her hip was hurting like it had been smashed into bits. she tried to rise up but the pain in her hip was too much. She let out a scream out of pain. She lied on the floor for a long time, until she sensed four humans to come to the room next to him. To the "Observation room" As Marc had said it. She raised her head and turned to look at the glass wall what separated the two rooms from another. "I see you have woke up. I have something to talk about." She heard someone say. She focused his vision. The man Marc had called "Mr. Weyland" was there, looking at him. Next to him was someone who was hold by two soldiers. The man held by the soldiers had his face covered. "I know you can understand me." She heard around the room. Whatever he wanted to say, it didn't matter to her, as now she had noticed that Marc wasn't here! She tried to look around but could not look at behind her; her hip was still hurting. "Marc is not there. If you listen to me, you'll see him." She heard. Now the man behind the glass had her attention. "I knew you were interested. Now, we need to know things about you and your kind. Marc's way of research was ineffective. Now I'm on charge. And to boost your cooperative skills..." He said and removed the cover from the man's head. Her mind started racing as she saw Marc, clobbered and seriously injured. Some how, was it with power of hate towards the one who had hurt his only friend or with the desire to be as close to Marc as possible, she was able to stand up and walk at the window. She stared at Marc, clawing the glass desiring to help her friend. "You DO care about him? Well, let me tell you something: I need to know EVERYTHING about you and your kind. I know from experience that it's very hard to learn you. So, to make you more cooperative, I'll have Marc right here, and if you make any tricks on me, I'll have him have some more hits. Maybe more than few. You got it?" Weyland said. As answer, Zahira hissed to him. "Well, it's your choice." He said and punched Marc in the face. Very hard. Zahira started now claw the glass even harder and after some minutes, she gave up and started to whimper. "Now lets try this again; Are you going to help me? That would be recommended for the health of Marc." He asked. This time Zahira nodded quickly. "As long as you don't harm him, I'll do it. But if you do hurt him, I'll search you even from the end of the world and I'll kill you!" She said to herself.

When Marc reached consciousness, he almost fainted from pain. All around him it ached. He started to shout, so much was the pain he was feeling. Then, something happened. It felt like the first time Zahira had contacted him. It was like a short pain in his head, which didn't last even a half of a second. This time though, it felt different. More... soft? That's the closest he was able to describe it, before he felt it: "I know who you are! You. Yes, You! Marc!" Said the voice in his head. The voice was certainly xeno's. Marc was able only think how similar the voice was compared to Zahira's before the voice spoke again: "Well? Are you Marc? Are you even hearing me?" She said, sounding rushed. "Yes, I can hear you. Who are you?" And where are you? He asked in his mind. "Thank Matriarch! I thought already I had made a mistake! Anyways, to answer you questions, I don't want to tell you who I am yet and I'm about 20 meters from you. Now to the thing at hand. You are separated from Zahira and they are doing tests on her. You need to know that she's doing all this only for you, so you'll not be harmed. We need to plan your escape." The voice said. It was a feminine voice, very similar to Zahira's, but much more alien and older. "Wait. A plan for my escape? And I need to know who you are. How am I supposed to trust you, when I don't even know who you are? And how do you know me and Zahira?" He said,annoyed of the voice's rushing temper. "Hmph. If you really need to know, I can tell you that I am a "xenomorph" as your kind calls us. And I'm free, unlike Zahira. And we need to make a plan for you two to get out of that place. Or do you want that you both use the rest of your life in that place separated and not seeing each other ever again? If you do, then I'm wasting my time. If you don't, you should listen to me." It said, it's voice now calmer but still very much rushy. Marc kept quiet for a while, taking that all in. So, there was a free xenomorph out there, willing to help them, and somehow it was able to contact him through at least four steel walls. And also it was a she. So a drone or a warrior. Or a queen. "Uhh... Ok. Tell me what you need to say."

It was terrible. She had to go through so many tests so painful and sometimes shameful, than at the end of the day, she was almost in a trance. Only things that made her not go crazy was her plans how he will hurt "Mr Weyland" When he gets free and his weak mental link to Marc. He was in pains. But he was wondering something and thinking, but Zahira couldn't tell what. At least he wasn't in immediate danger. Thinking this, he curled on the floor minding her wounds and fell asleep.

It was no dream. It was a nightmare. Even though xenos are superior hunters, they can see nightmare as can humans. Her nightmare was about the tests there was going to be tomorrow. They took parts of her teeth, samples of her skin, saliva and bones. They would stick long, cold stings at different parts of her body and suck her blood with them. She would have to run on the "treadmill" so long and hard that she would just drop from exhaustion. They would give her something liquid, which tasted terrible, and that was her food. They would stick something painful in her arm and later her whole body would burn. And all this would happen again and again. When she woke up, she felt like her body had frozen. "Bad dream" She thought. When she probed for Marc's consciousness, she felt warmth when she felt him sleeping peacefully. This continued for days, until Weyland came one day meeting her. " It looks our deal has been kept thus far. Marc has not been harmed. I'm a man of my word, I tell you. Still, I think You don't help us as much as you could. I'm thinking; what if you still try to keep something from me. For example, when these Human-Xenomorph bonds has happened, they have always somehow been able to communicate. How?" He asked. For a moment she thought not to tell him, but she wanted to keep Marc safe. "Like this." She send the thought at him. "Well? I'm waiting." He said, annoyed. Why didn't he hear her? although when she thought it longer, she remembered that she hadn't even try to contact anyone else through her mind. Then why could she talk to Marc? "So you keep quiet huh? Well that's too bad for you. Actually, no. It's too bad for Marc." He said evilly as he began his walk towards the door. Zahira quickly ran in front of him and started to use her tail's sharp end to write on the floor. "Well, this is interesting. I didn't even think that you write." He said. When she had finished, there read: "I WANT TO SEE MARC" As it was the only thing she wanted to say to Weyland. "I'm on a happy mood today, so you will see him today. Maybe even get to touch him. But only ten minutes. You get it?" He said. She was going to see Marc again! However long time it was, it wasn't going to be enough. Still she was happier than in days.

He woke up sad. She hadn't seen Zahira in a week. He had almost forgot how it felt to talk to her. Then was this mysterious xeno, who had called herself Rache (Hrass-he). Whoever she was, she was surprisingly keen to help Marc and Zahira out. He didn't know much about her, but she seemed to know everything about him. During his time alone, he had tried to make out his feelings towards Zahira. Hami, who he hadn't seen at all after he had met Zahira, was his friend. Zahira was something else. The longer he thought about it, the clearer it became: He was in love. He tried to partly deny it, partly accept it. His human-part tried to deny it; She was a xenomorph and so different species. His other part- He couldn't name it- Just thought about her and her beauty- her appearance and her spirit. At the end, he accepted it. Whatever anyone else said, he loved her. "Well that took some time" He heard familiar voice in his head. "Rache! Has anybody taught you about privacy?" He said to her. "It was amusing to listen you sort it out. Well now you have proven your worth of my trust, I may tell you more about me. Before I was uncertain what you would do with this information, so I didn't tell you anything too revealing about myself. So now, you may ask anything you want." She said sounding very happy to trust him. "First at all, what are you? And I mean like what kind of xeno?" He asked her. "I am a human-born "xenomorph", and I am a Queen." She said. Marc had suspected that for a time already, but now he had a proof. "Okay, so I have talked to a very powerful being all the time. Check. Then, how do you know so much about me and Zahira?" He asked. He had wondered this very long, and hadn't come up with any good explanation. "By what I have understood about you, this is very important to you." He could almost hear her breathing in. "I'm Zahira's mother."

Author's notes:Woohoo! Chapter 4 is here! And also we met a new character! I think some of you quessed that this was going to happen sometime soon, and here we are! Cliffhanger of course and Chapter 5 incoming! PM me if You need and reviews are always appreciated. Hergotzer checks out.