@bumpyboo: Meh, it's alright...
I'M KIDDING! You know i've waited for this for a long time and it was well worth the wait. Can't wait for more (and I KNOW there's more :):):)
@hulk_post_absolute_power: I like it. I was intrigued enough to read the whole thing and am curious enough to read what happens next. That's all that matters with writing. I don't presume to know the purpose of you writing, but i was entertained, regardless of whether it had paragraphs or not. This is not the big time. This is fan fic. Express yourself and enjoy it.
Alice woke to the sound of arguing.
She was lying on a makeshift cot and she had seen enough of them now to know that it was ex-military. There were over a dozen similar cots lying around the room, all regimented, all of them empty. Her first thoughts were of Janice and Claybourne, then of where she was. Figuring that answering the second might also answer the first, she rose, her skin tingling and her head throbbing. She noticed that her arm had been bandaged and some form of oily residue clung to the skin of her face as if lotion had been applied. Images of fire ran through her mind and she steadied herself a moment as she rose, waves of nausea washing over her. She stumbled toward the voices, raised and angry, coming from outside the room.
When she pushed through the makeshift fabric door which separated the cot room from this, much larger hall, she was confronted by a sight she had not seen in a long time. In the middle of the room stood a man, rigid and unmoving and before her was a woman, middle aged, animated and completely incensed. She was screaming at the man in a wild, passionate manner and the men returned verbal fire with measured and not entirely calm responses. Around them were seats in a bleacher styling and upon them sat, what looked like an army. They wore army fatigues and were a mix of men and women, young and old and though tired, they watched intently at the argument that was proceeding before them. It had all the feel of a boxing match, the room barely lit by generator lamps and the seating forming an amphitheater about the two combatants.
Alice, her entry unnoticed felt faint. Humanity. It had been so long since she had seen so much humanity in one place, she had begun to convince herself that there were not this many humans left alive. Yet here they were and in that moment her thoughts of Claybourne and Janice slipped from her mind.
“We broke their f—king backs today, John!” The woman was stating, in a controlled rage, “What scares you so much about that?”
“Nothing scares me about it, Claire.” He responded, his eyes searching to meet hers as she paced around the space, flailing her arms and dragging on a cigarette. “It was just an unnecessary risk. That’s all. We risked everything and for what?”
“For people, John!” She was screaming now, her voice becoming wild and out of control, “For f—cking human beings! What else are we here for? Huh? What other f—king purpose is there but to use what we have to help others?”
“And is it worth losing everything… everyone for that, Claire? So you can go off on another of your humanitarian crusades? We all meant to lose what we have for your ego? Is that it?”
The seated crowd groaned as Claire flicked her still lit cigarette butt at him, hitting him in the neck. He did not flinch.
“No, John, that’s not it at all.” She pulled her gloves off and threw them on the ground. “It’s not about me, you pompous ass and it’s not about you. We saved three people today, three f—king lives. While you want to just hide away in here and let the world go to hell, we went out and saved three human beings from torture then death. We stopped three more of those hell spawn out there from coming into this world… our world. And you think that’s ego? You think that’s to do with me?”
“Isn’t everything, Claire?” John replied in an icy tone. “Isn’t everything to do with you?”
He didn’t even see her fist coming. She swung it so hard and so fast that the first he knew was the feeling of falling, of the world tipping up beneath him and throwing him to the ground. His head cracked against the floor beneath them and blood ran from his mouth. He danced around the edges of unconsciousness a moment, before pure rage brought him back. Realising what had happened, John bounced back onto his feet and rushed at her, only to find Claire ready, in fighting stance, connecting another fist to his jaw. He took it better this time, only a tooth flying loose and threw massive hay makers at her, none of them connecting as she bobbed and weaved before him, throwing wild blows of her own.
That was when the crowd surged in and pulled them apart. John and Claire kept fighting, throwing fists and abuse at one another as the group fought to hold onto them.
They dragged Claire to one side of the room and John to another and a tall, wiry man; Briar ran between them both, offering calming words and placing his hands gently on each.
The room stopped. All sounds and motions ceased as they turned toward the woman now stood in their doorway, speaking to them in calm and human tones.
“For what it’s worth, thank you for saving me. For saving my friends and i.” Although weak and woozy, Alice held herself upright by leaning against the door frame and gripping tightly. “My friends… they are here too?”
There was a moment of silence, before Briar stepped toward her hesitantly.
“They are here, yes.” He said, putting his hand out before him as he stepped toward her, “My name is Briar. And you are?”
“Alice.” She replied, struggling to keep her grip upon the frame, “My name is Alice.”
“Very nice to meet you, Alice.” He said, moving his unshaken hand back to his side, “You are safe here… you and your friends… you are safe now.”
“Safe?” Alice queried with a faint laugh, sweat streaking her brow, “What is safe?”
Briar stepped forward and put a hand upon each of Alice’s shoulders,
“You, all of you must have had a hard time out there, yes?”
Alice smiled, then vomited on Briar’s chest as blackness invaded her vision, her face falling into the patch of sick she had just deposited.
“Nah.” She burped as unconsciousness took her again, “Best time of my life.”
YO! ADRIAN! Alien Heresy, parts one and two have been posted and if thou wouldest be ever so kind, couldeth youeth includeth them here please(eth). Art on the way. Let's try and get Horror Inc back onto page one of fan fic, shall we ;)
“We need to go.” Janice stated, sure and certain.
Alice knew that feeling and numbed of any sensible response, grunted a guttural response. They didn’t cock their guns, as they were always ready so they walked; Alice, Claybourne and Janice, into the early morning sun, ahead of them black, inky dashes of death. Janice shot of burst of fire, clearing the path and Claybourne released short bursts of shell to pick up the dregs. Murder was not the intent, but a clearing of the road ahead. It was Alice’s task to pinpoint and pick off the rogue Aliens, the fearless ones ahead and having proved herself a deadshot with the M24, the only sniper rifle available to Claybourne when he gave it to her, she had been forced to be the advance servant of death. Truth be told though, she relished the control and if she had been given the choice, there was no other position in the belly of the beast that she would have chosen. Walking a steady pace, not running, not panicked, they walked their steady path to the end of the street, yet as they stopped within the crossroads of an intersection, a terrible feeling began to creep over the three.
Where to now?
Such a simple notion, but it clung simultaneously to each of their thoughts. Where do we go now? What possible future lay ahead?
So much death, so much killing, so much lost along the way. They had fought and killed sure of some purpose, but for whatever reason, there at those crossroads, it was all lost to them. They felt small, hopeless and it was in that moment that salvation raised its bloodied hand.
“HERE!” A voice down the street which lay to the west, “Over here!”
It was a female voice, mature and Alice, Claybourne and Janice froze a moment, so long had it been since they had heard a strangers voice. In that instant, they were upon them, the shadows leaping back out into the light, forming together in packs like great shadows spat from the ruin around them. Claybourne spun and emptied his gun into the throng but he was a beat too late as the shadow reached out and great claws slashed across his face and throat. He gurgled and fell backwards, his finger squeezing upon the trigger as Janice screamed in defiance and jumped between the demons and her father. She unloaded her weapon into them, kicking and punching as she did so and drove the shadow back. Alice knelt down and straddled Claybourne, wrapping his throat in her jacket and talking to him, trying to measure her voice out in soft tones but instead barking at him to remain calm, the fear drying her throat; trembling her hands. She looked down the road again to see if the owner of the call was still there, but the street was deserted again and a complete sense of hopelessness washed over her. Janice saw this, looked down the street also and then back to the shadows which were reforming in the buildings around them. Great tears rose up into her throat and Alice felt the deluge rising also. This was to be the end. They had fought their way to here, but it was over now.
Alice pulled a sidearm from her hip and placed it in Claybournes’ trembling hand. Claybourne, unable to speak just looked up at her with wide eyes and understood; they must never take you alive. The oath they had all sworn. Janice knelt down, her eyes never leaving the shadows and she put her hand out behind her, feeling for her fathers. He grabbed her hand hard and as he squeezed it tears rolled down her cheeks. This was the end. Alice and Janice would watch over Claybourne while he ended his own life, then they would end one another’s. It was the only way.
The shadows drew their breath, pulsing and bulging as they prepared to unleash themselves once more and Claybourne placed the gun to the underneath of his chin with one hand, whilst squeezing his daughters hand with the other…
Then came fire.
From where they didn’t know, but it rose up all around them, great thudding explosions and then conflagration. It seared their skin as it flew from the buildings around them. Janice was blown backwards by the first blast and Claybourne dropped the pistol as he caught hold of her upon the floor. Alice tried desperately to apply pressure to the jacket wrapped around his wound but the heat proved too much and as the second wave of flame mushroomed in a great wave toward her face, she felt herself fall into unconsciousness.
As she fell backward she saw fire and shadow dancing in between one another. The flame was golden and bloodied. The shadows were human with the heads of demons.
(For previous chapter check out THIS and read Alien Empire)
Alice crouched in the shadows of a building that once held people.
Now it was a shell, emptied of all life and stained with death, like everything else that remained in the city. Besides her was crouched Claybourne, his face streaked with an equal mix of fear and excitement, his rifle held to his chest like a holy relic, the whole look offset somewhat by the deer stalker hat pulled down hard over his ears. Beside him stood his daughter, Janice, peering round the corner of the building onto the street beyond, a pistol in her hand, a smoke in her mouth and a voice that belied experience beyond her 17 years on the planet.
“I can see them.” She whispered, voice husky and worn through too many cigarettes and sleepless nights, “They’re here.”
The street beyond was an exercise in hell.
The pavements and roads remained littered with the rotting corpses of past victims, some bloated with maggots, some little more than reminders of where once life ran. It had been a long time since humanity had tried to fight back and these, these bodies were simply reminders of humanities spirit and its ultimate failure. The cause of such destruction, such death ran in between the buildings ahead and Janice watched the scene with a sick fascination. Lithe, skeletal and deadly, the aliens scurried back and forth, every movement filled with intent and purpose, though what these could be were beyond Janice’ understanding.
Xenomorph’s; that’s what Alice’s husband had called them. Of ‘strange form.’ That form had become stranger over the years, the creatures adapting to their environment, spawning from the bodies of animals as well as humans. Dogs seemed to be the most common, anything smaller not being able to physically cope with the catastrophic change the new ‘birthing’ process involved. It had been how they had managed to get such a strong grip on society, how they dominated so easily.
They took the strays first, animal and human alike, planted their eggs in them.
Held in containment, deep within the recesses of secret government installations… Facehuggers, as they came to be called. Small, arachnid-like and the size of the average giants hand, they were a plague waiting to be released. When the original aliens burst from the chest of the First Contact crew, they sensed them, sought them out and upon liberating them, the infestation truly began. A monstrous virus, capable of laying the world to waste. Egg infested travelers, ripping from the flesh on foreign soil; Pandemic in such a short time. We burned so many of them, but there were so many more; hives under the great cities of the world, and from these breeding pits they regenerated new forces to deplete the old at an astonishing rate.
Soon, they didn’t even use hives, simply allowed the impregnated to wander free until the inevitable chest pain was followed by slow, bloodied and excruciating death. So sure were they of their domination. So sure were they of their victory.
There was no one left to stop them.
And yet, Alice and her crew still did not know why they had come here, still did not know what their agenda was and as Janice squinted her eyes against the glare of the midday sun, she wondered if it truly mattered anymore.
Survival, that’s all that seemed to matter now.
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