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Chapter 6: The Hunt for the hive.
"F**k" said Johnson. "Son of a bitch."
"What do we do now?" said Williams. Johnson immediately gave him an answer.
"What do we do? I'll tell you what we do, we go the f**k back there and get the serge"
"Are you crazy?" asked Cameron. "We don't stand a chance against those bastards. For all we know the serge could be dead by now." Johnson turned back to Williams.
"I'm willing to take that risk." He said.
"Well I'm not" said Williams. "Look, I respect the serge just as any of you did, but I'm not going on some suicide mission. Those things are just going to kill us, if not the humanoid creature."
"Unless" said Mitchell. "Unless, it was trying to reason with us."
"Trying to reason with us? Trying to reason with us? Son of a bitch." Johnson said. "The f**kin thing was trying to kill us."
"Maybe not, maybe it wanted us to back off."
"Back off of what?" Johnson asked.
"The xenomorphs." They all looked at him with confusion.
"Look, the thing obviously has some hatred towards these creatures; maybe it just wants to kill them itself. Maybe it was sent down to kill them." Johnson heard enough.
"This is crazy, look I don't know about you guys but I'm going back in there and I'm getting the serge, see ya." Johnson grabbed his pulse rifle and a few extra clips. He wanted to be prepared. He left the room and immediately headed for the hive.
Dallas got up and walked over to Mitchell.
"Here" he said. "I want you to have this." He reached over and handed Mitchell a pistol." Mitchell didn't want to take it.
"Thanks but no thanks. Look I'm no soldier." Dallas just shrugged and slapped it in his hands.
"That wouldn't stop me" he said then walked out the door. Mitchell took the gun and left. Cameron and Williams were right behind him.
Cyclops neared the hive. He would kill all the aliens and get out of this nightmare, no worries though. He had been through much worse and gotten out of it. All he had left was his canon, spear and one shuriken disc. He wasn't sure that would be enough, but he would find out. He neared the edge of the hive. There were a lot of empty places where eggs were. The creatures must have left and went further down the corridors. He immediately noticed all the bodies. One caught his eye, it was the other hunter.
He moved over to the hunter, there was a hole in its chest, which would explain the hybrid. He searched the body for any kind of weapons. He found the Hunters Sharp knife; he immediately took it for himself. He also found one shuriken disc, he took that as well.
Cyclops examined his own wristblades. They were badly melted from the encounter with the hybrid. He removed his wristblades and took the second hunters wristblades. The other hunter was a younger hunter, therefore he didn't have as good weapons, and they were all of a lower grade.
Cyclops took the wristblades anyways, he would need them. He immediately began looking for the hunter's canon. He searched all through the room, until he found it. He grabbed the canon and assembled it onto his other shoulder. He was set, he had more wristblades, a knife, two canons, two shurikens and a spear, but even those might not work well up against a whole hive.
He stopped. He heard a noise behind him. He turned around, he couldn't see anything. He immediately began cycling through his different visions. Still he didn't see anything. He turned back around and jumped.
The hybrid stood right there. It shot its tongue out towards Cyclops but he dodged it. The hybrid lifted up its tail and slammed it against Cyclops he went flying into a wall. Cyclops pulled himself together and stood up. He readied both of his canons and aimed it at the hybrid. Without hesitation he blasted the canons toward the hybrid. The hybrid just dodged it. He shot them both again and again, missing it. The hybrid leapt onto a wall and jumped Cyclops. They both fell to the ground. Cyclops struggled to get the hybrid off of him but it was too powerful. The hybrid tried to impale him with his jaws on his tongue but Cyclops was too quick. The hybrid tried again but Cyclops grabbed the tongue and with all his strength ripped it out.
The hybrid jumped back and shrieked very loud. They hybrid spat his blood toward the hunter. The blood successfully hit Cyclops on his leg. The acid began eating away at his flesh. It was only a flesh would. Cyclops pulled out his knife and threw towards the hybrid. It successfully stuck into the hybrids throat. It fell on its knees. Cyclops stood in front of the hybrid, and aimed his laser at its head.
Whoosh. Cyclops won.
"Whaa...i.." Wilson woke up. He was cocooned to the wall. He started to cough very loudly. He knew he was in trouble. He looked all around. He was surrounded by the xenomorphs. He looked up. There were several creatures and one big one in the room with him. The queen. He tried to break out of the cocoon until he was interrupted. An alien rose up facing Wilson.
"What are you looking at you ugly bastard?"
The creature just hissed at him. He was scared. Out of all the years being a marine, he learned to be tough and not scared but this time, he was scared.
He began to cough harder and harder. The pains in his chest began to intensify. He knew this would be the end for him, but he wanted to make a great end. He reached over for his pistol, he tried harder and harder to pull it out but it was to tough. The creature was puzzled as to what he was doing. It was too late.
Wilson pulled the pistol out and aimed it at the creature.
"Suck this asshole" He fired several shots at the creature, jerking it backwards. But the pain more and more intensified. He felt the pressure in his chest. He heard the bones cracking. He took two deep breaths.
The creature, though it had several bullets in it, tried to get up.
"Not today you son of a bitch." He rose the pistol up and fired again and again and again. As he was doing that, his chest kept breaking open. It fully broke releasing the alien.
"Noo...you...don't..." With only two bullets left, he aimed the gun at the chestburster.
"F**k you, you ugly bastard" He fired at it twice, killing it instantly. It all happened in a matter of seconds. He struggled to stay alive but, he began to shut down. He died.
Johnson and his men made it to the opening of the hive. He looked all around making sure nothing would jump out at them.
"Williams, Cameron." He said.
"Yeah?" They replied.
"I want you guys to scout ahead a bit with the trackers."
"Who made you in charge?" asked Williams. Johnson didn't answer that question.
"Just do it, now please" he said. They grabbed their trackers and went ahead. So far nothing. They all went into the room and saw the body of the hybrid. It was dead, its head was blown off.
"Shit, that humanoid creature doesn't stop." Dallas said.
"I think it went after the hive." Mitchell said. They all nodded in agreement.
They continued down the hive a bit, sooner or later they would run into the xenomorphs or the hunter. They were prepared for either.
