With every death, there is new life...
The rythmic drumbeats echoed close, but far away, and with each passing moment of the creature's beginning life, more of the distinct ba-dump ba-dump became ingrained into its skull. The first tastes of what would later become
known to the infantile monster were sampled through its gnashing and thrashing forward, the thick tissue giving way from tiny daggers of teeth that gnawed and slashed. Muffled moans were momentarily heard that elevated into a symphony
of agony as it presses forward once, twice, then a final third time, the barrier finally giving way as it smacks down onto the cold and hard surface of its birth. With nary a pheremone sampling or psychic command from its Queen, the newborn
hissing shrilly before the stunned creature it recognized as food before slithering away at a rapid pace. All that remained of the birth parent was a cadaver who's ribcage had been exploded outwards by the genesis of this unholy life, their red
blood flowing freely into the grey-blue shirt they wore.
Several minutes passed before the colony security arrived at the door, the distressed spouse of the victim explaining to them what could only be described as something from nightmare. A pale yellow serpent that exploded from his chest?
Sounded more like a bad horror movie, but then, how did the body end up that way? With a few nods between them, they clasp the titanium-wrought cuff gauntlets around her wrists, pulling the delusional woman away from her quarters to see the
Colony's "luxurious personal quarters" as they called it, but the locals knew that the brig was far from it. One of the guards pauses softly, the feeling of being watched by something nagging at his mind, the small little daemon hisses softly before it
disappeared into the vents. Victims innumerable were to follow, starting with the felines several of the young colonists had captured for pets, their ebony pelts giving way to those little teeth coupled with an almost phallic like tongue.
Like the most radiant moonbeams, the unveiling of the butterfly coming from its coccoon is one, if not the most amazing things ever.
If one were to describe the now fully matured creature, it would be hard not to detail it as something of a sexual nightmare. The long tapering head, while cylindrical, giving way to strange mental imagery. It's sanguine exoskeleton glistened with
some moisture as it stalked its new prey through the ventilation ducts of the colony, a small child, no older than five, maybe six years old. A screech is let out as it breaks down through an open panel space and grabs the prey, who lets out a scream of its
own before pounding onto the creature's visibally blank head. The upper lip quivers before the razor sharp and glistening teeth part to reveal a smaller set in-between, its powerful thrust punching straight through the solar plexus, the hands falling to the child's
sides as she lets out her final breath. Noises not far, a foreign and alien language called out. More food, but this one was larger, and by far more hostile. It hoisted up a large object to the creature before a burning explosion hits it in the right shoulder, puncturing
right through the exoskeleton as if it were paper, the sickly green-yellow life fluid of the drone plip plips onto the steel grated floor before its caustic quality takes over, the liquid quickly eating through the steel. Without a moment's notice it drops the tiny food source
and escapes into the auxillary space as quickly as it had came, the blood droplets leaving behind a macabre cookie crumb trail.
What... what the Hell WAS THAT?, were the first words that coursed through the mind of the security officer. It looked almost nothing like any xenos that had been spotted before by the Weyland-Yutani corporation, and even incidents such as this
had been scoffed at after the reports filed by a delusional miner after her crew was killed by a strange parasitic lifeform in the deep recesses of space. First things first, though, to call in for backup. "Jameson to Command, we have a homicide in Sector V", his voice
cracking softly as he spoke into the earpiece that directly comm-linked him to the central control office. He jumps slightly as an older voice intones over the comm to him, "This is Roberts, Jameson, what is the premise of the murder?". "Jameson to Roberts. Sir... I think
we have a problem. Victim unknown, but some form of xenos killed her, didn't seem local", the control in his voice was regained. Several moments later the burly man called Roberts rounded the corner, large enough to bear hug a Grizzly, Roberts had seen many things,
but nothing like this; Yet not even the mighty strength of Hercules could keep the man from screaming out in terror, the bloody visage of his daughter lying there lifeless on the floor like a discarded doll.
Roberts had been put into the sick bay for a psychological analysis, the death of his daughter unhinged him to the point of almost commiting suicide by sticking his issued firearm to his temple and attempting to pull the trigger. Jameson, on the other hand sat inside
the large leather chair in the Security Chief's office, the stoic and grizzly old man who'd fought in the first few years of colonization on this rock. "So... tell me again, what did the creature look like?", his voice was direct and to the point, penetrating through the young officer's
somewhat addled state. "Sir... it was black, completely, and it looked like something mentioned in the ugh... Ripley reports", his gaze shifts to the floor. "I see, Officer. This would be problematic, if what you say is true. I'm going to have you on brig duty for the next couple of days,
nothing in the field, but you'll still get reimbursed for the work by WY, is that alright?", the commander's voice inquired. "Y-yes, sir" was the only answer he could muster in return, and for it, all he heard in reply was "Dismissed".
Royal Jelly? Like something from ant hives? Something like that pibe, but this stuff with set you free.How much for it?You're offer, mang. You make first offer.
Eons had seemed to come and pass as she sat in the cell, the visage of her husband continually entering her mind during the times she slept in that cell that served as her quarters. Sleep was a commodity in these times which rarely allowed itself to be
sought out, the horrible memories always leading from a peaceful night's slumber to the nightmarish sleep of the damned. She was naked, the loose and itchy clothing have been stripped from her body, the bed luxurious in comparison to those of her home quarters.
Incense burned as her faceless lover sat next to her, his hands grasping tightly at her knees, I'm gonna make you feel like a woman tonight sweet thing, his voice cood to her. But then the peacefulness of the scene was disrupted, and it turned to some abyssmal
regression to the days of past, rather than the normal endowments she had anticipated to penetrate her, it was the serpentine creature, its body wagging back and forth while the mouth opened in a silent scream. She shrieked, and was jolted back to the world of
the awake, sweat streaking down every part of her body which met with the damp sheets which she had urinated on involuntarily. There was something wrong, the other inmates were quiet, save for the soft fearful whimpering that echoed in the empty hallway.
A hissing noise, not like anything she had ever heard before, as if it were the trumpeter sounding off the for armageddon. The soft clacking noise of its movement comes closer to the cells, stopping deliberately for a few moments, and then moving again.
Finally, the originator stops in front of her cell door, the maw of the hellbeast coming close to the slat, its upper lip quivering as if sampling her scent. "HEY!", a man's voice rang out but was cut off as quickly as it had rang out, a gurgling noise coming from his general
direction, the strong sulfuric acid smell mixed with burning flesh triggered her gag reflex, the bile forcibly coming from her mouth and splattering onto the floor. A clawing noise now came from her door, along with the hissing, and, as if realizing the futility stopped. Bumping
noises now echoed from above, and a ceiling slate opened and gave way to the fullness of the monstrosity that had coveted the scent of its "mother". The long tubed head was only the first bit of the creature to be processed, following was the almost emaciated and skeletal
like body which gave way to a long spinal-like tale tipped with a scything blade. Four tubules protruded from its back as it crept closer to her, its skeletal fingers reaching out to her face as it walked forward on its angled legs. The hissing comes henceforth from its mouth once
again before the knives part and the phallic tongue is put into her view.
... To be continued?
