Startled awake, Alexa's heart pounded as she struggled to recognize her surroundings. The rising panic subsided when she realized the hunter was absent. Silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by her breathing. Surveying the high-tech space, she felt disoriented by the alien setting. For a moment, she believed it was all a dream—the hunter, the spaceship, the sight of Earth receding. She inhaled deeply, seeking tranquility. However, as she sat up, the stark truth dawned on her. The fur pelt over her, the odd devices nearby, and the strange aroma on her skin were all too palpable. Her mind raced to understand the events that led her here, Her gaze fell from the elevated bed, seemingly supported by two large metallic columns adorned with a subtle pattern reminiscent of Roman design. Reflecting on it, the hunter's armor bore a striking resemblance to that of ancient Roman warriors. Reflecting on Sebastian's illustration of the hunter's hieroglyphic patterns on the pyramid walls, it seems plausible that the ancient Romans might have drawn inspiration from these hunters, considering the similarity to the armor worn in battle. Reflecting on her time within the pyramid and her initial encounters with the hunters, Alexa recalled three in particular. There was the one now before her, distinguished by a prominent scar on his head, whom she had unceremoniously dubbed 'Scar.' Regrettably, she couldn't bestow nicknames upon the other two hunters, as they had succumbed to the serpents. Yet, she vividly remembered one of the hunters displeased her by delivering Alexa a harsh kick that sent her flying slightly across the pyramid floor. "I would have named that one 'Asshole,'" she muttered under her breath. She vividly recalls the kick, remarking, "I'm surprised it didn't fracture a rib."
Feeling a sense of relief at being alone and with the hunter out of sight, Alexa let out a deep breath and began to devise her escape from the ship. "I'm unsure why he brought me here, but I have no intention of staying to discover the reason," she declared to depart. Moving with caution, she slid off the metallic bed and noticed something strange about herself. It was peculiar that the burning sensation in her arms, previously caused by acidic droplets, had disappeared. Moreover, the absence of blister clusters forming prompted her to wonder, "What is happening?" Typically, exposure to acid on the skin results in scarring, blistering, or in severe cases, deep tissue damage; however, her arms were entirely free of any such skin trauma. Previously, her skin was so irritated that she had to resist the urge to scratch it to prevent any potential infection. Additionally, the healing process could span months or even a year for the skin to fully recover. It's astounding that her injuries have completely healed within the last hour.
Alexa was desperate to escape. The prospect of remaining aboard the alien vessel was intolerable. She yearned for Earth, for the comfort of the known. Her thoughts whirled as she weighed her options. With determination, she scrutinized the room, seeking any avenue of escape. Each unfamiliar device and instrument appeared intimidating, yet she was undeterred. However, the harsh reality dawned on her. In spite of her valiant attempts, escape routes were nonexistent. Each portal was firmly secured, each passageway monitored. The ship's sophisticated technology eluded her understanding, rendering her feeling ensnared and powerless. A blend of desperation and frustration welled within her. "There must be a way, oh God Please see me through this" she whispered, her tone laced with both determination and trepidation. "I must return to Earth." Realizing escape was impossible, Alexa was overwhelmed by a profound sense of dread. Imprisoned aboard an alien vessel by a lethal extraterrestrial creature, the gravity of her circumstances struck her forcefully. Collapsing to the floor, she assumed a fetal position, overtaken by panic. Her breathing was shallow and swift as she grappled with the severity of her situation.
"It's a nightmare," she whispered, her voice quivering. "Why must this happen to me?" As she sobbed, she murmured, "That creature... my disdain for it is boundless. It has destroyed everything. It's unfathomable that I am trapped here due to that Bastard!" Her anger surged as she spoke, "He is simply a heartless brute. I regret ever laying eyes on him. I wish he would vanish." She berated herself for consenting to assist Charles Weyland. "Why did I place my trust in him? He is to blame for all of this. I should have been wiser." Her frustration intensified as she reflected on her choice to join the pyramid expedition at the South Pole. "What was going through my mind? It was a foolish decision. I ought to have avoided that accursed location."
Tears streamed down her face, laden with remorse. "I ought to have continued mountain climbing. The only creatures I faced were terrestrial wildlife, not extraterrestrial hunters with crustacean-like visages." Her weeping resonated in the solitude, each sob a poignant echo of her solitude and powerlessness. "I will never see my family again," she lamented. "Nor will I see my friends. That creature abducted me and stripped everything away." As she dried a tear, she felt the warrior's mark on her cheek, bestowed by the hunter. She remembered that his kind marked those who displayed honor. She pondered the deeper significance of the mark. Was it a claim of ownership? She had accepted the mark to avoid offense, fully aware of his lethal power. Her fingers traced the emblem as she murmured, "I cannot fathom why I allowed this marking. What does it signify? Am I merely a trophy to him?" She went on, her voice tinged with both rage and sorrow. "I will never absolve him for this. He has transformed my existence into a living nightmare. I yearn to awaken from this torment." The possibility of his return halted her tears; she knew she had to arm herself. Successfully wrenching a lead pipe from the wall, she held it with resolve. "Should he return," she whispered, "I'll be prepared." Examining the pipe, she felt both determined and uncertain. "This pipe may seem foolish," she considered, "yet it's my only defense." The memory of his scaly, clawed hands repulsed Alexa. "I refuse to be his trophy," she declared, her hold on the pipe firming.