My story
Chpt 1: change
Summary:
Hi, I'm Dave, some people call me LCP. Long ago when I was 10, my life was changed, the world around me changed: my life became different. I still live in South Harrow (in London) I'm now 11 years old, in primary school, year six and live a perfectly normal life ( from my perspective ) This is my story from human to xenomorph.
Note:
I update this story everyday. I do alter the story sometimes.
It was a normal Friday school day, like every day: my teacher shouting at Mark or Sasha for not doing their homework and me thwacking my head on the table for getting 39/50 for SPAG ( I thought I was a pro at grammar). It was a boring day. Numeracy (mathematics), English, 1st play break, then RE ( religious education) then science, school council meeting, so on. Ring, Ring, Ring!! The school bell rang as we packed up our homework and entered the cramped corridor. It was chaos. sigh my life was always a misery.
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Finally!! I leave the school building with a sigh of relief. I start jogging to catch up with my friends. Beep beep, beep beep. It was Sasha calling me on his phone.
Sasha: " hey dude, wazzup?"
I laugh loudly as I put my phone on speaker.
Sasha: " can you send me a picture of the homework? "
" no you noob," replies kiefer.
Wait, pause the story. did I? Sorry, I was getting too distracted on the story to mention my friends. sigh My friends are:
Kiefer
Sasha
Fabio
Charles
Ansel
Oliver
And Gian Carlo
Back to the story:
" come on Kiefer, i don't need to back to the deputy" whined Sasha.
" I can always spare you a moment. " I spoke over the phone.
"No, you do that to Mark," said Sasha " I'll pay you twenty pounds. "
I stopped on the pavement. Twenty pounds was like winning the lottery to me.
"Ok, thirty five pounds"
My brain whirled around with thoughts.
I replied " ok Sasha, deal. You owe me thirty five pounds and a picture."
I ended the call.
Me and my friends arrived at Oliver's house to play counter strike and AVP (alien vs predator). It was a long night I tell you, not even worth mentioning.
It was Saturday night, an interesting night. Me, Ansel, Sasha and Oliver were gazing up into the clear night sky. White small blobs were dotted around the pitch black portrait.
"Tonight's weather is perfect for star gazers all around the uk" chimed the radio. At that I drowned the radio in leaves. Silence.
Ansel dismissed the silence " did you know there is a chance of a meteorite falling nearby here?"
"Yea right," replied Oliver.
Usually I'd heat up the debate, but this time I was to distracted to even listen.
"Hey, what's that?" As I unnoticeably break up their debate, "that looks like a meteorite."
I continue staring at the falling thing as Sasha replied "it could be a plane."
I start running towards the meteorite.
"Curiosity killed the ca..t" as Sasha words drifted away. This was too lucky, I mean being struck by lighting has a fatter chance than a falling meteorite. I saw it - fragments of a meteorite - it was like a gem from outer space. I scoop a fragment of the meteorite from the scorching dirt ( not to mention I was using a wet cloth I had wrapped around my waist earlier as it was summer) staring at it. I dumped the samples ( I took 4) so I could show my teachers on Monday. I would be the most famous school councillor in Harrow. I snapped out of my thoughts as I did a 180 turn to see my friends panting.
"come on, let's continue star gazing you never know when you'll see another meteorite" I say happily.
"Dave, is there something wrong?" Oliver asks, panting.
"No," I give Oliver a devious look
Little did I know I looked so happy
Sunday went as normal, playing, alter serving then homework then playing.
Monday, that was the day my lif- ,wait did you mention Monday? Are you sure you want to know what happened on Monday? Sure? Seriously? Are you really sure? Fine, I'll tell you.
Monday was the first day of the SATs and the day my body changed.
Our teacher was handing us our reading papers when I felt my leg tingle. I ignored it. At that, it became a itch.
" Dave, can you please stop scratching?" Asked the teacher.
At that, I stopped scratching and acted normal. My legs started twitching rapidly. I've never felt this before except when my parents died. Suddenly a burning sensation invades my legs. I once again ignore the burning. Slam! The next thing I knew was I was screaming and my classmates swarming around me. I started punching my leg (I punched anything when I was hurt or annoyed). Everyone's faces all became a smother of paint as I focused on myself. My skin turned pale, then black, then pitch black. My skin then grew harder, it grew into black chitin. I felt new life growing within me. My shins snapped and turned digitigrade as my pointer finger attached to my middle,my ring finger and pinkie wielded into one. The process was painful. My no longer scream filled the room as I heard shouting above me. I felt like I was burning. Fireworks suddenly started exploding. The fireworks exploding around me were actually my bones cracking which soon became music to my non-existent ears. Crack, crick snap! A new bone was pushing outwards below me. It was my tail. Rrrippp! My dorsal tubes punched out of my back as they pieced my now ragged school uniform. The pain stopped for a few seconds. Scccreeeeccchhh! I screeched as I felt my skull smash and expanded into a xenomorph head, also losing my eyes, ears and nose. As this painful process happened, my organs were re-shaped, my tongue morphed into a second mouth and my teeth sharpened. I even bet on my life I had acidic blood! The pain stopped. I had become the image of a fictional monster except this was real. I curled into a puny ball as I sobbed with no tears. I was shattered. I was terrified from my new senses and my transformation. I sobbed myself to sleep, it was a peaceful sleep, one I haven't had in a long time since my parents died.
My story Chpt 2: Life
Beep,beep,beep,beep...
I suddenly snap wide awake from a coma. "Where am I?" I questioned myself. I sternly look around, inhaling the environment around me with a new unblinking vision.
I was in my bed room. Weird. All my Lego, Star Wars and xenomorph action figures were neatly stacked on the shelves. I wasn't just addicted to AVP, I was also addicted to star wars and Lego. I leaned up to observe the rest of my room. My room was tidy from some reason. Odd, why is the room bright? Oh yea, I forgot I had night vision and thermal vision. Anyway, I was suffocating due to my alarm clock. Thwack! The alarm clock stops ringing as I smash it with the tip of my tail blade. I sigh a hiss as I look at my ragged clothes. I turn to look at my G-Shock watch. What? It was already Friday? At that I jump out of bed, change a set of new school clothes ( I made a few holes in the clothes but neater) start up the microwave, prepare my school items, eat breakfast (bacon) brush my teeth with my cloth (I snapped my toothbrush) and left for school quicker than you can say OMGIATEBREAKFAST,SHOWERED,PLAYEDONMYXBOXANDMORE in slo mo twenty times.
It was easier to go to school on four legs (you know what I mean) as I wasn't used to my digitigrade legs and it was also faster. Rrrriiiinnngggg,rrrriiinnnggg. I tap answer as I put the face-cam on.
"Hey dude, how's your life going?" Sasha asked.
I stopped on the pavement and scrambled for a note pad. I wrote:
"Fine thnk yu, cal al my frind to meet m latr on." It was a challenge writing with two middle fingers and two thumbs and with my sharp talons constantly stabbing the paper. I ended the call.
Getting into school was a nightmare even though I was a living nightmare. All the children and parents stared at me shocked. This was when I realised I was three times as tall as the children. Being recorded by the BBC didn't help. I sighed as I plopped myself on my chair. Sccrreecchh!! I screeched and squirmed in pain as I sit on my tail. I soon found out it was easier to kneel than sit. English, maths, sigh ,made me want to jump out a window. I soon found out it was also easier to wear adult gloves and type on a laptop.
For break, I played chess and scrabble. It was easier to stay in the class than go out to play outside and scare everyone away. I didn't eat lunch because firstly:
I forgot to prepare my lunch;
And secondly:
There was no real reason for me to eat.
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It was now home time.
My friends decided to have a sleep over at my house, if they are brave enough to sleep in the same building with a killing machine. It was 7:00 pm when my friends arrived. I had everything ready: my elgato; my Xbox; my laptop; and my Lego (probably to old for Lego)
We had a fun night, playing terraria, Minecraft and Star Wars the complete saga.
Tuesday:
Scrrreeeeecccchhh! I start screaming as the death lamp's light penetrates my window. I scramble out of bed and shut the blinds. I sigh, was this going to be my new alarm from now? I'd hope not. As I walk through the dim blue corridor, I hear snoring. It was coming from the guest room. Time for a prank. I stealthily invade the room as I open the door and climb on the celing. I notice a clock bombarded with clothes. I hastily snatch the clock and wind it. This should do the trick. Rrrriiiiinnnnggggg!!! I cover the area where my ears should of been as the room filled with shrieks, screams and shouting. It was a nice way to wake myself up.
School wasn't much of a hassle, I found out I could speak telepathically, as a xenomorph as I didn't have a tongue.
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"Do page 30 to 40 in the abacus 3 books, if you need help raise your hand" babbled the teacher.
As I opened my maths book, my jaw dropped (even more). There was work I did on Wednesday and Thursday. Didn't I wake on Friday? Never mind.
"Hey dude, your not the only one transformed in this school," Whispered Gian Carlo
"Who else now is a xenomorph like me?" I asked.
"Hey you two," pointed the teacher
"Me?" I asked
"Me? What did I ever do wrong?" Asked Gian Carlo so innocently
At that I punched his shoulder.
"Not cool." I said.
" Dave Galang, you're lucky you didn't do the papers and you still got a reference, don't change my mind." Remarked the teacher.
"Sorry," said to the teacher telepathically.
At that I got my head down and started to work.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
The school bell rang as everyone headed out to play.
"Hey,"
"Move!"
"Oww!!"
As I turned, to walk into the corridor, a child fell in front of me. I sighed a hiss as I crawled on the ceiling to avoid the mass of humans sprawling in the corridor.
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I was sitting on the bench, playing chess against myself except this time, outdoors.
I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
"Hey," I said "have you seen Mark?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier," replied Gain Carlo "he's shy."
" he's like you, a xenomorph" said Gian Carlo in a sympathetic voice
"Yea right," I said " every street I go on, there is a news crew waiting to ambush me, especially the BBC."
"Fine, I'll help him later," I hissed "after school."
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Knock, knock.
Me, Gian Carlo and Sasha stood waiting outside Mark's house. There was no response. I sighed. We went through the back gate like every day we went to Mark's house. I grunted and shoved as the back door finally opened. Screeeecchhh!!
"Ahhh!!!" Screamed Sasha as he ran away. Gain Carlo stood still, traumatised. From the pheromones he was emitting, he was beyond terrified. Bang Gian Carlo fell on the floor, not moving. I turned around as I hissed in annoyance. It was a xenomorph, smaller than me. I recognised it as a drone from the movie alien. I was a warrior. I growled as I shot out my second teeth. Clearly I had scared the drone as it backed away.
"Sorry," whined the drone.
Deep inside me, I knew the drone was Mark.
"It's ok, Mark" I hissed back.
Mark sighed a hiss " can you tell Sasha and Gian Carlo I'm sorry please?"
"Fine," I replied "but don't scare them again!" I wasn't angry but intimidated.
"Everyone's worried about you, you've been gone for three days!" I spoke " just because you're a xenomorph doesn't mean you have to be shy."
"Dave, is everything fine now?" Sasha asked peaking his head from behind the curtain.
"Yes, and I've found Mark." I replied.
Sasha entered the dark room, trembling. Scrape, scrape. Sasha was dragging a long shovel with him.
"You won't need that." I said in his mind as I swiftly disarmed him. Thunk! Gian Carlo collapsed as the shovel hit his head. I sigh as I did a claw face palm.
"Where's Mark?" Sasha asked, worringly.
"Don't worry," I said "he's just a drone." At that Mark leapt from the ceiling and landed on the wood floor with a small bang.
"Hi," said Mark, waving his claw.
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It was Thursday and we were at my house. I had called the school office that we had found Mark but we would need time to comfort him. Gian Carlo and Mark were playing Gmod on my computers while Sasha was in the toilet, or I thought so. I sat down on my comfy chair ( I modified it to fit my aid) and started writing a story. It was called: Star Wars Clone Wars: special ops story. I felt hungry. I laid my iPad on my chair and, for the first time, stood up. It was hard walking, you could describe me as 2 year old trying to walk. Finally, I hissed, I made it to the kitchen. I didn't have to turn on the lights as I had night vision. I sternly looked around, noticing very pack of food visible. Ooh, Cadbury. I haven't eaten those in a while. I sighed. I wasn't addicted to chocolate even before I was a xenomorph. In fact, I hated them. The thing is, I needed something sweet apart from bacon. Hmm, we had pickles, nah, a cake, wait, a cake?!? Never mind. We had walkers, nah. I was only addicted to bacon. Wait, i could try Pringles. I tipped the can upside down to look at the expiration date
It said: 18/12/2016. The 18/12th is 7 months away. I could try them. I sliced the lid off as I got bored of fiddling with the lid. I opened my maw as I shot my second mouth into the can. Yuck! I spat out the Pringles and some acid. Plop. Ah shoot. A tile in the floor fizzed as the acid devoured at the tile. After an hour of fixing the tile, I continued writing. I was about to continue writing chapter 2: friend or fiend when Sasha burst into the living room.
"Dave, what is this?" Asked Sasha, holding a stone.
"Sasha don't hold it!" I shouted. I walked to him to take the meteorite sample from him but it was too late. He collapsed as he started screaming. Mark and Gian Carlo stopped playing and looked at the scene.
I sighed. This was going to be a long night, let's hope Gian Carlo doesn't touch the stones either.
Chpt 3: Robbery
Monday:
Summer half term, great, just what I needed.
I swivelled on my comfy chair, bored. What should I do? Continue the star wars story? Nah, I'll go and visit Mark and Sasha. I need to spend some time with some xenomorphs. Ding dong. I ring Mark's house bell and sit on the rubbish bin, I was lazy and energetic sometimes, sometimes. It depends how I'm feeling. I sigh. I use my thermal vision to see if anyone's in the house. Nope. They're in the tree house. I walk around the back, stones crunching under me. Creeaaakkk. I pushed the withering, white gate open as I walk into the garden. I felt like I was burning. Why did where clothes anyway, I mean a xenomorph's body can adapt to its environment. I stripped of my t shirt and started walking towards the tree. I pick up the rusty pipe that me and Mark used to use to wreck the garden. I mean, who doesn't need a melee weapon? I mean, I had claws but I had the pipe, just for backup. At school when I was 8, I got told off for stabbing a child in the stomach with a mop. If you think I was a horrible person to that child, don't. I did it for self defence. I climbed up the freshly painted ladder, coating my hands in brown paint. Creeaaakk. I open to the door, only to see what a gamer would call paradise. Beep bop, beep bop. Seriously, there were game discs scattered all over the room. Beep bop. Great, time for another prank. I observed my surroundings. The ceiling was made of wood, the left, rough and back walls were all wood. The front wall, I don't know, maybe leaves? I now observed the two monsters, a pred-alien (Sasha) and a drone (Mark) kneeling just right in front of the TV, drooling. They were playing intensely, maws open. A good distraction. I leap onto the roof silently and hang like a chandelier. Scrreeeeecchhh!! I screeched as the room was filled with duplicated screeches.
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I started a YouTube channel called Stop Mo Xenomorph Commander Lcp. Gian Carlo and Sasha are helping to make a channel and that's how I started a YouTube channel. Today is the 23/5/2016 or Tuesday. Gian Carlo got busy as he had to aid his channel. He suggested that I should kill a person and steal their skin. That thought made me want to vomit, but it was true. Not true true but it was true as we, the xenomorphs, are referred to as "the perfect species" or "a freak/ monster." I sighed a hiss. Did I have to kill a person? I sighed, I wasn't a human anymore and now I was a freak. I was at the Harrow town centre, shopping for bacon and a few new tiles. At that, something, at the corner of my vision, caught my attention. Hmm, it was a prosthetic body shop. Weird, I thought you had to get prosthetic limb online. Never mind, maybe I could rob a arm or two from there instead of killing someone. Good idea! It's now 19:08 and I'm really hungry. It's tempting to eat a McDonalds or KFC, they're everywhere! Sigh, I'll just have to wait later on.
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Creaaakk, as i opened the bathroom door. If I'm going to rob something, I need to be camouflaged. Don't be confused with what I said earlier. When I said " a xenomorphs body can adapt to any environment" I meant is if the climate was cold, I would produce a mass amount of body heat whilst if it was hot, I would loose lots of my body heat. Any ways, if I'm going to rob the shop at night, I would need to be black. I was a light grey xenomorph with a pale red head. If you wonder how I got grey and red skin, I painted myself a few days ago with grey and red, little did I know that the red was actually meteorite, now the paint is stuck on me forever. Anyway, enough stories, let's continue. I could either paint myself with paint, or I could bathe in oil, this decision will take a looooong time.
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It's now 23:59 pm, everyone's at bed now and it's a perfect time to rob the shop. Black as the night sky, I stood outside the prosthetic body shop, waiting for the guard to leave. I had a pack pack hinged behind me. Inside it was: spray paint; a hammer; tape; a taser. If you wonder how on earth I got a taser, besides going to America, abducting a NYPD police officer and stealing all their weapons, I got the taser from a trash can. Pretty weird huh? Never mind, let's get on with the robbery. I climbed onto the roof of the shop and invaded the vents, it was pretty easy. Pssstt, Pssstt, went the can as I coated the CCTV cameras. Hmm, where is the storage room? Right there! I crawled across the ceiling to the storage door. I swiftly and gently opened the door. Whoa, that's a lot of body parts.
Today is Wednesday and I'm at that prosthetic body parts shop again. I didn't steal, anything, I was afraid. I afraid of what? The authorities? I'm a xenomorph, nothing can beat a xenomorph (except a flamethrower or the GodZilla.) in front of me was a vast queue. I hissed, this was going to take forever.
...
I shot out my second teeth, tail wagging behind me. How was I going to make a video? What ever, I could do that later. I laid the two arms on the glass table and started removing the electronics.
Friday:
Mayhem, just mayhem. When I turned on the BBC news, I was shocked, really shocked. So shocked my maw opened widely, 270 degrees in fact. Kiefer and Gian Carlo were also xenomorphs! Kiefer was a swimmer while Gian Carlo was a runner. I sighed a hiss. Did most of my friends have to be xenomorphs? I mean, we're the only most special things put on the news. Sooner or later, scientists will come, or maybe they won't. How did Kiefer and and Carlos become xenomorphs? Did they find a meteorite, or something else?
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Update:
Hello guys, this is Dave/me, I'm not going to write today ( Saturday ) because, sigh, I don't know how to tell you the secret of Gain Carlo and Kiefer, I'll visit Sasha, he could give me inspiration on how to write this part of the story, after that, I'll watch on Netflix and sleep on the ceiling. I'll continue my story tomorrow.
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Friday:
Ding dong, ding dong. I was outside Gian Carlo's house, it was pouring. I rang the bell a few times but no one answered. I sighed, were Gian Carlo and Kiefer at Sasha's house? I sped dialled Sasha and had a five minute conversation. Lucky me. I had a new piece to my robbery bag, a crowbar (or you could say a bended piece of metal.) I screeched grunts as I barged a window with the crowbar. Geez, Carlo's house is well protected. You know what? Screw that. I swing my bag behind me as I crawl on the roof. There it is - a chimney. Thud. Covered in dust and ash, I land at the bottom of the chimney. I was in. This is the part where stuff gets hard. I was scrambling through Gian Carlo's drawers when I discovered something out of place. It was a syringe, labelled on it was: Specimen 616 DNA, Weyland Corporation. Did Weyland exist? Was Gian Carlo an experiment? Are there more xenomorphs out there? I'd better find out quickly before anything bad happens to us. The more I dug deeper, the dirtier the secrets got. I reached the bottom of the drawer, I was shocked. Surely this was another Gian Carlo, no it wasn't. It wasn't the bottom. I ripped off the bottom of the drawer. This wasn't the end, there was still hope. It was a book. On it read diary. As I opened the book, little did I know I was reading the truth. I was driving ( if you didn't know, I had a driving licence because I looked old and I lived by myself) I had to spend some time away.
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Update:
Hey guys, this is Dave, I'm not going to be writing for a while because I'm going on a school trip for five days with Sasha. So yea, bye!
Update:
Date: 6/7/2016
Sorry guys for the lack of writing, if you want to know the reasons for the inconvenience, here they are.
1. Writer's block
2. Netflix ( I'm addicted to person of interest. If you don't know that tv show, search it up)
3. Sasha
4. Laziness
5. My claws
So yea guys, I'm going to update my story later on (when I can be bothered) BTW, I uploaded the story on Wattpad ;). So yea guys, BYEEE!!
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Tuesday:
Today is the 6/7/2016 or Tuesday. It's been one week and four days since I went on my school trip to Osmington bay. While I was there, I learnt few things about myself and my instincts, how strong, addictive and powerful they are. I first realised my instincts on the 20/6/2016 or Tuesday, the second day we arrived at Osmington bay. I found out when we were doing boat rafting. The coach's engine screamed as the bus sped away. Me and Fabio sighed, really, seriously? Did we have do boat rafting? Nah, never mind. Screeeecchhh!! At that I dashed forwards and Fabio collapsed. I stopped sprinting, geez, I was faster than before. I turned around to see who screamed. To my disbelief, it was Giany! ( short for Gian Carlo) Oh my gudd!!! Gian Carlo has been gone for four days and he suddenly appears randomly and scares me?? I was pissed. I gritted my teeth and hissed. At that Gian Carlo cowed back in terror. That's what I thought.
15 minutes after building the raft...
Just to let you know, we were doing this in the sea.
Swish,sway swish,sway. Our instructor was trying to aboard our raft, causing the raft to shake violently (our instructor was so fat). Splash!!! Due to the turbulence on the boat and, oh yea, I wasn't wearing a life jacket because first of all, they don't fit me, secondly there are no holes for my dorsal tubes and my tail and finally I can't drown, (I don't need oxygen to live). I fell into the salty water. At that, a few survival instincts invaded my mind. I started kicking down towards to the concrete seabed. Slash! I regained control over my mind. Wait what's that surrounding me? It was red mist, blood!! I looked down to see a lifeless fish pierced by my claws. I was really tempted to eat it, tempted so much that I lost control again and gnawed mercilessly on the poor lifeless fish. I was now satisfied and grinned, causing my lips to curl up revealing more of my teeth. At that, I swam up, piercing the surface of the sea. I observe my surroundings seeing our group's raft heading ashore. I start swimming toward to the boat, catching up with my friends.
On Wednesday, I found out that I eat violently if I smell or see meat (I mean cooked or whatever, I prefer raw meat.) and I can climb tall walls without suffering from aero-phobia (when your scared heights) and I climb up walls instead of using the stairs. The most annoying time at Osmington bay was when Mark broke our toilet lock, literally took of the door lock. Anyway, back to Tuesday the 6/7/2016. Its the bank holidays. Yay! I got homework, boo!! The first piece was that we have to research about communication, maybe I could write about how I talk i wink with no eyes and the second one is to draw two types of tyres for DT, simple. I better get working, I'll continue my story later on. It's now 23:48pm, so much for drawing tyres. sigh I finished one piece of homework (the tyre one) but I still have the research, I'll do that later on, anyways, let's get on onto the new chapter.
Chpt 4: FBI, open up!
Buzz,buzz,buzz. Gud dammit alarm. Thwack! That's what you get for waking me up so early, alarm! I groaned a hiss as I... Bang! Oh yea, I forgot I was sleeping on the ceiling. It's Thursday, the day after the attack, wait, the attack? At that I spike my senses and realise that I'm not at my house. Oh gawd, where was I? I walked around to observe our surroundings. I was in a box, you could say that. The room was white, in the left far end of the box was a CCTV camera, there were fluorescent lights on the ceiling, a table and two chairs in the middle of the room, a bed at the far end of the room, a dark glass window on the left wall and a metal door with no hinges. I sighed a hiss, I was in some kind of interrogation room. After a few hours of observing the boring room, the door opened. A neatly dressed man in a suit holding a file with papers in it entered the room. At that the camera beamed into life. The interrogation has begun. I sigh a hiss, if I only could remember what happened on Wednesday. That's when it struck me, like a egg being thrown at me (I have actually been thrown at with eggs).
The day before Thursday/ Wednesday:
I called Gian Carlo on his phone and put face cam on and wrote:
Hey, hve yu got ny plns on what t do tody?
I was getting better at writing (with a pen/pencil obviously)
"No," he replied
"As if" I hissed on the phone, then I ended the call. The next thing I know is I'm being called by Sasha who said that they (Mark, Kiefer and Giany) were raiding a sewer facility. First of all, how did Sasha know that and secondly, why were they raiding a sewer facility.
After 5 minutes of research and hacking...
I get it, the sewer facility was just a cover. It's actually a Weyland building where they create serum which can turn people into xenomorphs. Well crap. I grab my taser, my hammer my car keys and my tape and burst out the front door. I stab the keys into the ignition and push the gear stick to 4. The facility was 5 miles from my house. I reached the highway and immediately reached the maximum speed 50. Bash! I drove through the fence and immediately halted, making the tyres screech and causing the car to flip over. I kicked the door open and crawled out of the car then I armed myself and entered the the lightless building. Gian Carlo is not capable of causing this many casualties even with Mark and Kiefer, not anytime, not anywhere. Body's and guns lay everywhere, coating the floor. Blood was splattered on the walls and the floor, it was really tempting to join the killing spree but I resisted. I dialled 999 but then changed my mind, I would deal with this situation myself. I put on gloves ( I got the gloves from a nearby cleaning trolley) and took a nearby pistol despite there were many automatic guns. I was now properly armed, I then continued my search for my friends or you could call it a hunt for my friends. I've spent two hours searching this building and still, no luck. I sighed a hiss, Gian Carlo, Mark and Kiefer weren't there, so I left (with my pistol obviously) turned on the TV and kicked back and relaxed. The next day a neatly dressed man knocks on my door knocks me out and bags me. When I wake up, I'm in this facility.
Back to present time:
Now I remember. It took me approximately thirty minutes to explain. At that, he takes out a syringe.
"Hey, what's the syringe for?" I asked telepathically
"You'll feel find out." He replied as he jabbed the syringe into my neck. I felt woozy then passed out.
Where was I?
I looked around myself and suddenly recognised my surroundings.
I was in a forest, a vast one. Last night the FBI agents dumped me here, now I have to find my way back to humanity again before my instincts take over.
Chpt 5: into the dark
I sighed a hiss, this road was going on forever. No cars, no beeps, no city noise, just the chirp of birds. I missed the city, the noise. Whelp, I had to pull myself together and walk. The FBI agents left me a jacket, my clothes and a backpack full of gawd knows what.
Four hours later...
It's noon I think, possibly 5:30 pm. I found a cave and made home there. Time to find out what's in this bag. I tipped the bag over and: 50 small food cans, batteries and a torch, a how to survive book, clothes, a lighter, a journal with a pencil, my taser, a disposable phone/burner phone, a pillow, blanket and inflatable bed and various pieces of metal (I'm not going to question that).
Two days later...
I think I'm going insane and my instincts are taking over, I've drawn things that, even I, don't even understand, half of the cave wall is covered in a thick black slimy substance, my clothes are ripped and for some reason, I've been biting my arms in the same place, I am going insane.
Sasha's PoV:
Dave's not answering his phone, he's not in his house, maybe in some secret government facility, where ever he is, I wish him luck.
Dave's PoV:
I sighed a hiss, my body looks older now, I've also grown taller, stronger and quicker, the whole cave is now completely covered with the substance except my bed and at the very end, there is a face hugger egg that appeared randomly, to be honest, I don't even know what's in the egg and I don't care (I didn't know how to tell you this, but I think I later the egg). Every day I fell less human and more alien, I can't even speak telepathically anymore, I must and I will find humanity.
Week ???:
It's been a few weeks and I'm seeing more signs of humanity, for example a Tarmac road and signs. I sighed a hiss of relief, a highway! I continue to follow the busy highway until I reached my house. "Home." I hissed "home." I tried to open the lock with my claws. No luck. I opened the tattered bag and pulled out a clip like piece of metal. I attached it to the door lock and heard clicking. At that, the door opened. It's been three hours, I gotten used to living back in the
city again and I have a new set of clothes. The the phone rang. I walked on my digitigrade legs to the phone and picked
it up. It was Sasha. After a long conversation full of hisses, I snatched the gun out of my bag and started cleaning it. After many hours of trying to speak English, it paid off. I could speak English but the 's' was exaggerated. I felt drowsy, I crawled onto the ceiling and went to sleep. The next day, my car was on my lawn, I mean my frickin' lawn! Whoever parked my car was an obvious idiot, I even had a drive way! Anyway, it's time to have a reunion with my long lost friends. I was armed. I had my taser in my right shoe and my pistol in my hand. At that, I sped away to the location Sasha sent me.
Update:
Date ??/7/2016:
Sorry for the delay, I have school and pls don't rush me. I'm really busy.
Chpt 6: reunion
I was not surprised at the location Sasha sent me. It was a warehouse like building with a large Weyland Yutani logo on the front. I drove towards the the gates only to find decapitated guards. I left the car and dug under the fence (the fence had an electrical warning sign on it) and entered the reception. Everywhere I looked was a mess, papers, guns and various other items were scattered on the floor among the pale bodies. I sighed a hiss, whatever this company did to my friends made them angry. After examining the room, I entered a thin corridor. Glass from the lights above was scattered on the floor. Clang! A nearby appliance toppled over. "They're here." I hissed in a mutter. The next thing I knew, I had a M-16 pointed at my banana shaped head.
"We meet again." Hissed Mark. He circled me while talking but I wasn't paying attention. The ceiling tiles creaked and groaned as if something was on it. At that the tiles gave way and collapsed. Two creatures landed on the carpet-coated floor with a thud. It was Kiefer and Gian Carlo.
"Well, welcome to the party." I hissed.
"We're allies of Mark." Replied Gian Carlo. At that, I hissed annoyingly and yanked out my taser and aimed at Mark.
"There's only one you and three of us." Hissed Mark threateningly.
"Let's see about that." I replied and shot at Mark. Buzz, buzz buzz! Mark collapsed to the floor. Then I tackled Kiefer to the floor, scratched his right arm (leaving a scar) and knocked him unconscious. Click, click. Gian Carlo opened fire at me with a empty fire arm.
"Stupid." I hissed in a mutter and punched him in the face, knocking him out. Whelp, I didn't know I could punch that hard. I snatched three black bin bags and stuffed my "friends" in them. I dragged them out and threw them into the boot of my car...