Oh, yes, I forgot to do the disclaimer last chapter. And please review as well.
(clears throat) I do not own either the Alien or Predator franchises. If I did, better things would come of it instead of the same old, same old that we are getting from both of them since ALIEN3 and PREDATOR 2. That's how franchises die.
CHAPTER 2: This Is New
TIME: September 3, 2159 Day 2 of Incident
"My God." The field scientist could think only those words once seeing the reason of it called parasite. What on earth did you make? And why does it exist?
All the worst parasites are those who infect the animals who are less protected than us. Worms living within where they're concealed from the seeing eye except from those who remove them or have seen the pictures as strings of soft, easy to destruct matter that will be killed if stranded from its suited environment. But this is more. That's the most 'living organism' of a parasite one could see. The dry solid skin layer and the size that makes it different is all that it seems to take to make it more. It's not frail, it's not hidden; it is enduring and exposed willing. It's out of you, willing to be attached to you. Unlike the other parasites that are small to be unnoticed, this is large to be seen instantly along with it's method of 'parasiting'. What fear is greater than the parasite you see? It doesn't grow inside a bad system after waiting to be so. It's ready and doesn't wait. No other conscious comes of it but to find and to succeed. Oh, man, all this summoning up. The fear of the brief millisecond between witnessing the parasite to be victimized by the parasite must be of heart-exploding measure.
All that thinking and staring had him in a trance. The snapping of fingers woke him up to get to work on x-ray scanner.
The relief was wonderful as it was deceiving when he left the observation room, being called to the auditorium. That thing is no longer in sight only by it being in another room. If it was in here, it would be in the open; you consumed by fear, it the consumer of fear.
"Hey, don't worry." His partner walking with him assisted. "It can only sustain to take one host. Once it detaches it'll linger for 10 to 20 minutes. Maybe it'll at best throw one scare."
He locks his thumbs together to makes a hand puppet of the Facehugger; pretty simple to make. He motions his hand puppet make a pounce, then stop mid-air, and drop. Imitates farting, indicating it's death.
The field scientist is too nervous still to find any amusement in that.
At least forty people were at the auditorium. Talking various, but all on the same subject.
"All right, heres what we got so far." The other field scientist announces to the gathering. "Some same old, it has developed a layer of protien polysaccharides as a skin layer to adapt to the dryer air once it's left its egg. What's unique about is that this Facehugger is it's bigger, for one. Another is that it has bit of flaps or fins, whichever, between its fingers."
This is new.
This is new.
The Head Doctor, Theodore, is more focused on that thought than hearing all those orders from Ricky, the superintendant. "...anything that the marines and especially the citizens, with the facility's mining corps, would need are to provided and within their access are to moved out of Medical. Give them no innocent reason for them to enter here. Hear me?"
Theodore's concentration moves back to Ricky. "Ah, yeah, sure. But what about security? I mean, you don't want the Marines to know and yet they are means to not let citizens know as well. And our Marines here are the security."
"Not really." Ricky replied. "We have our own means."
Once that was said, a half dozen marine-like men entered. Unnoticable to any Marine Theodore has been acquainted with, but has to it looks like. "Who are they?"
Ricky informs, "An addition to our cargo."
"The ones from the shuttle? You keep the fact of a shuttle landing here hidden, as well as 'it'. How are you going to hide with them as security?"
"They'll be second line of defense when closed doors, satisfaction with provisions, and some 'shockers' fail." Ricky remembers suddenly. Some guy named Ivan is out in Module 'B', not labled as an inhabitant of Hanzer. He calls a near by doctor. "Hey, you. Go to Module 'B', find the one named Ivan, and bring him back immedialtely."
Alright, he decides now is the time to change the conversation. "You have a field in psychology, don't you? We have some interesting 'disturbed' victims and witnesses you should observe, and maybe even interview them, if they're calm and in the mood."
Theodore's memory of the glimpse of them hits him rock hard. All he had encountered so far was that octopus thing, and that was more chilling than the best horror film. He couldn't imagine, hopily never will, anything of that that would drive a man that has nothing left but the physical features that would indentify them as human. All that tearing, crying, screaming, biting. Trying to 'mimic' it in order to survive, as some yelled. The idea of seeing the behavior of what they mimic would likely be worse to see it itself. No, it will be worse.
This is entirely new.
The primary occupants of the halls now are the trolleys and carts. It started by all those in medical moved into all the modules: "A", "B", and "C".
They entered with long lines, loaded from Medical into some of the rooms. Then came out with twice as many trolleys and carts, as loaded, but with science related. Now back in a orderly line back to Medical. Not answering to no one.
A crowd has gathered at corridors between Module 'B' and Medical. Ivan, a unindentified marine comes to settle things.
"Everyone, the Medical center is off limits to the civilian and military personal of the colony." Moans of protest. "Don't worry; all your requirements will be transferred to the unoccupied office spaces and the reoccupied science quarters in modules 'A' and 'C'."
Jizz ponders on a brainy reply he can come up with, and then goes ahead, "Hey! What about the pool? We only got one pool, stationary that is, and it's stationed at the Fitness Center, where the stationed Center, with its stationary pool, is stayed-put at Medical. What can you or we do? Ain't movable."
Ivan gets infected by sarcasm easy, but with his slight racism, he takes what any thing of the type from an African, American or not, as insult to him. "Hey." Venomously and calmly starting his offset, "You must have a good relation with the locals here to find it okay to say what ever with the 'it's not harm when I think it is not and know them enough to know it wouldn't' tone in it. But when it comes to the others, you are that smart-aleck fly who thinks he can jump into the Venus flytrap and not get eaten because he's been in a mouth of gator before. Think twice before you use your snizzle of mouth."
Jizz had no choice plus that, so elegant it's scary, taunting to shut his mouth.
Ivan continues addressing the crowd while Jizz leaves it to find Tryger. Who the hell is that guy?
It takes a new comer ten minutes to get from one place to another here. But be familiar with it, like Jizz, and you'll be there in just two. Jizz arrives to the barracks to find Tryger resting his length across the front office bench.
"The barrack's fitness center is made public." Tryger says starting the conversation before Jizz was about to.
"What? Wait a minute, the barracks is military ground. Like a Navy or Air force base, it's like half of your life imprisoned for life for trespassing." Jizz remarks, suprised as any marine, even if he isn't one. "Is it that long?"
"No." Tryger says. "And speaking of moving in, there are some moving outs. The science equipment has moved to Medical. Stretchers, antiseptic, First-aid, the people's medical needs, has been moved. Like they are giving you no reason to enter Medical, except for the pool that is."
"Do we have a Hispanic marine, with dyed blonde hair, that goes by the name: Ivan?" Jizz needs to know.
"Of course not, not even one of citizens or employees goes by that sorry ass look." Tryger is curious now.
"Well then, we have a U.R.H., Unidentified Racist Hispanic, right at the gateway to Medical." Jazz says.
This is new.
At the survalance room, Tom sees some the doctors extorted Ivan out of the public's eye and back to where he belongs.
Phew, that would have been the leak to burst the damn.
Everything happeing in front of the camera is getting boring. Except for that face molesting thing he last seen on screen 4 minutes ago. Might as well go look and see it again. He hopes the chills that it gave him wouldn't have worn off. Crazy? Well being edgy at sight of something is more exicting than falling asleep, even after coffee.
Oh, darn. That shouldn't be gone.
"Ah, Tom, go get Dale." Fred tells absently. Eyes too focused on the reason to get Dale. The absence of something.
Dale and Tom come in. Now hooked to the screen like he is. It's gone.
"Where did it go? Why hasn't anyone watched surveillance?" Dale asks accusingly.
Tom explains in defence. "We didn't bother. I mean, it would be dead soon after it attaches and impregnates. We read the records ourselves."
Fred declares. "It's probably still there. We'll just look and see. It's just hidden somewhere."
Yeah, like I said before. It's probably just using the last of its life to throw one last scare."
They enter the sealed room. Everything is in place. The tools, the x-ray scanner, desk, but not the big, little parasite.
"Check the overhead structures." Dale orders. "Is this room sealed? Is it?"
Fred explains. "Sure would be. This room is used for curing and containing contagions of all sorts."
They checked behind shelves, the desk, boxes, everything that has an unseen back or side to it, has been checked.
"Get a P&D I.C. (pipe and drain inspection camera) to check all the vents, it may not be able to get out but could still be in there. It may be secondary to the queen, but it's still a priority." Dale orders. "NOW! And get the others."
A long tube goes into the vents, camera lens first. They watch the screen with anticipation. Instead it becomes shock. The shaft is acid burned open altogether.
Loads of questions that desperately need answering soon whirl through their minds. Some the exact same one, others different from varying concerns. Do Facehuggers still have enough life to perform something like that? What have we missed in the records? What purpose does it still have? Can it still pass on another? Will it pick one of the citizens? How could we explain it now once exposed? Can we find it before exposed?
This is all new.
Sniff, Sniff. This new scent is getting this dog, Spike's, attention. Something compared to like...flaky, dry skin. It's coming from below the metal grate in this hall. He went to the side, to the gutter, so reach he can reach there. A tight squeeze got him in underneath the grate.
He whimpers a bit. Wondering whether to go on down the channel or go back. Oh, well. I've been down here before, and the source of this new smell must be discovered. What kind of dog would I be to deny the curiosity of my snout?
The trail leads down to mine's elevator shaft. The scent is suspended in midair. It must have jumped to the other side.
Jumped? Must be a living thing.
Just cross the support to the other side, quick. He runs across as fast to rid the concern of the cargo elevators moving up from the mines and furnaces below, or down from the surface to the bottom.
The trace is fresh, only 5 minutes old.
His scenes move instantly from nose to ears upon a faint tapping. Like finger nails.
Primary focus of using the pair of ears now moves to the pair of eyes when they catch a shadow of something. It's familiar to what he faintly remembers on earth, but out of place. It's appears to be a shadow of a spider. He walks slowly to not spook 'whatever'. Then the corner.
This is n-
As you realize the Facehugger is a mega like in ALIEN3, carrying a queen and a drone. The drone is second in facehugging and the first to be born, to ready the place for the queen.
About half of what is written came out just the back of my head this past week. Majority of that being in the hours of the day before I'm writing this chapter.
I am really eager to introduce the female Predator, and others. But what is an introduction without presenting the name? I don't want to borrow your names. I want to make my own, but I am having no success in finding sites to make them beyond the already presented and taken examples.
ANY OF YOU WHO HAVE SOURCES TO MAKE YOUR OWN PREDATOR NAMES, LEAVE IT WRITTEN IN YOUR REVIEW, PLEASE.
WHETHER YOU DO OR DON'T, I RATHER KNOW THAN HAVE MY MIND WONDERING, "ARE YOU KNOWLEDGED BUT REFUSING TO HELP ME?"