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Adaptation Pt.1

I really hated this.  Crammed into some shitty little school bus going to some jackass nature hike and being forced to sit beside a girl who wouldn’t put down her Twinkies.  It was part of my ecology study.  We were headed to Algonquin Park for a 5 day trek into god’s country.  I hated nature.  The way I see it, we fought our way to the top of the food chain, out of Mother Nature’s grasp.  Why should we go back into it?  “When the bus stops, stay in your seats and wait to be called.  When you hear your name, say ‘present’ and wait outside.  Are w’clear?”  That was Mrs. Dyson.  We never saw Mr. Dyson, though.  We all joked that he must’ve gnawed his goddamn finger with the wedding ring right off like a coyote in a bear trap.  She was the most unpleasant individual on this planet.  She also had this peculiar habit of slurring together letters that wouldn’t normally go together.  

I stood outside of the bus, staring into the sky.  It was autumn, perhaps the most beautiful time of year.  Above me a faded blue sky was punctuated only by crimson clouds and amber treetops.  My breath fluttered upwards like a spirit set free, departing for the heavens.  Heh…that’s me, I guess.  The kid who sees poetry in the most boring of sights.  I let myself slide to the ground, my back pressed up against the hardhat yellow vehicle.  I opened up my Thought Book and began to doodle.  I wish I could give you some philosophical reason for my sketching, but I’d be lying if I gave you one.  Sometimes, I just like to scribble.  Sometimes its mere spirals and sketches, sometimes its doodles of Mrs. Dyson’s head exploding.  Fact is that this was my only escape.  I may have led you to believe that this was a school trip.  I wish.  This was an outing for the orphanage.  My parents had been killed in a car accident when I was very young.  I had never really known family.  It was one of the few terms I couldn’t describe.  I continued to illustrate nonsense while the bus unloaded.

We had hiked for hours in the decaying twilight.  When I had pointed out “why don’t we just camp where the bus dropped us off until tomorrow, so we can actually SEE nature” I had received two more bags to carry.  God, I hated Mrs. Dyson.  I really wished that she would drop off the face of the planet.

Be careful what you wish for…

We had set up our first camp site of the trip.  I had gotten the beater tent that smelt of pee and vomit.  On the upside, everyone refused to share it with me, so at least I had it to myself.  I began to unpack my bag.  Inside was my sleeping bag, my voodoo baby, my CDs, my boombox…  Where the hell was my battery pack?!  Great, now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a tent that smells like a Rehab clinic, without my music.  I slid into my sleeping bag.  I heard others chatting and partying, and their loud dance club music was occasionally interrupted briefly by Mrs. Dyson’s snoring.  God…I hated my life.

The next morning I awoke to everyone partying all over the campsite.  How could Mrs. Dyson not notice this?  She hated disorder!  Right now, she should’ve had her Itty-Bitty Airhorn out and been playing sergeant.  I looked in her tent.  Empty.  “Where’s Dyson?” I asked the closest person.  “Who the fuck cares, man?” was my answer.  Had she left us, perhaps?  Maybe this was some unorthodox test of hers.  In any case, this was an opportunity I wasn’t going to pass up.  We danced deep into the night.  We ran out of songs and had to play some of them again, but nobody minded.  Oh man was I exhausted!  Maybe I would go for a quick nap, and get back to having fun later.  Lying down inside my tent, slowly the music grew quieter, and the talkative girls outside seemed to fade away, and I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to screaming.  I had been asleep for about an hour.  Apparently, I had missed the start of something frightening.  I looked out of my tent, and for a moment I didn’t realize what I was seeing.  Strange, black insect-like creatures were all over our campsite, kidnapping all of the rowdy teenagers.  They were about 7 feet tall, and had large, elongated heads.  They had tube-like spines coming out of their backs, and their torso looked almost like a ribcage.  Some had four fingers, some had six, but in either case they were long and clawed.  Their legs were double-jointed and their feet had four claws, as well as a fifth further up their legs.  But what scared me the most was their tails.  They were long, spined and manipulative, and were tipped with a large blade.  I panicked.  I reached under my boombox and ripped off the knife I had taped there.  I ran outside, flailing my arms and screaming like a madman.  To be honest, a part of me actually believed a knife wielding maniac would have scared these…things off.  Instead, the closest three just looked at me.  They weren’t busy, so one little Emo monkey wouldn’t be a challenge for them.  They advanced, and I reacted.  I threw the knife towards them, and it stuck in the closest one.  It shrieked in pain, and ripped it out and threw it away.  I noticed that the knife’s blade was dissolving quite rapidly.  I whipped around and sprinted into the woods, the creature’s screams following me into the darkness.

I eventually found myself in a large field, the grasses all around me created water-like waves from the cool night breeze.  I was so tired, but my mind was still locked in its “terrified setting”.  I lied down on one of the many rocks in this field, staring up at the sky.  Wispy white clouds crossed over the moon, and stars were all around.

I must’ve dosed off, because the next thing I remember is being face to face with one of the creatures.  In a blind panic, I screamed and launched off of the boulder.  It to was taken aback; it shot backwards with a shriek and proceeded to stare me down.  I just stood there, mortified.  I was just too afraid to move.  It seemed to feel the same way about me.  We both just stood in the grasses, studying the other, not knowing what to do.  Curious, I took a step forward.  It did the same.  I cocked my head, and the creature proceeded to mimic the motion.  With the slightest of laughs a proceeded closer, and the parrot again followed my lead.  We were only a couple of feet apart now.  I extended my hand toward the terrifying (yet strangely beautiful) being.  Unsure, it looked down at its own hand, which was quite different from my own.  “Come on now, I won’t hurt you…”  I said, even though I knew that it probably wouldn’t understand a word I was saying.  It looked back up, slowly extending its hand.  We slowly pressed our palms together.  “See?”  I said, still unsure of myself.  I almost detected a smile on the creature, when it’s eyeless gaze shot up to something behind me.  I remember screaming as warm, wet arms closed around me.  I blacked out in sheer terror.

I regained consciousness somewhere else.  The air was humid here, and it smelt worse then my tent.  I was stuck to the wall, bound by some sort of…organic resin.  There were others here too.  In the poor light I could make out familiar faces.  Everyone from the camp was here.  But where was “here”?  I suddenly became aware of something else in the room with us.  It was one of the creatures; however, this one had an ornate crown of sorts and large, blade-like spines coming out of its back.  It approached us, it’s eyeless gaze scanning us all.  It smiled with many sharp teeth gleaming in our faces.  With a motion of it’s head, dozens of the creatures entered the room.  They climbed up onto the wall and began to rip us down.  We were then taken though many rooms, all of them covered with this strange resin.  We stopped when we entered a large chamber, and in the middle were many…egg-like thing.  The two monsters holding me then shoved me forward, towards the odd organic forms.  Others followed as well, what where they doing?  I was then lifted up into the air, and unceremoniously thrown into one of the cocoons.  I began to wheeze in terror, I tried to stand up, but exhaustion and a gooey floor prevented that.  Four flaps over me closed like a flower, and I beat and punched them until I felt my fists bleeding.  I put myself onto my back and began to kick.  Then I felt my hair begin to matte.  There was water in here?  I didn’t remember that.  With a quick study I realized that I was being flooded in the impenetrable darkness inside this cocoon.  I tried to flip off of my back, but I slid hopelessly and got a face full of the water.  Wait…water didn’t taste…sweet?  As I spat out the goo, the sensation of a sickly sweetness struck me.  Wait…wait there was another one too.  Sort of…tingly.  Wait…now kind of warm…no…no…oh my god.  It was like my mouth was on fire!  It was like I had used Hydrochloric Acid as mouthwash!  It desperately beat at the sides of my prison.  But the fluid had gone over my head.  My face was in intolerable pain.  I opened my mouth and screamed with all of my fury.

The inferno quickly spread all over me, then drove itself deep into my tissue.  I cried mutely as the liquid drowned out my painful wails.  Every time I thought I had reached the apex of pain, I was proven wrong when the agony continued to rise.  I opened my eyes, but my vision was a static of colors and shapes.  Molten lava circulated inside of me, my eyes had gone numb in pain.  Gradually, the pain became more tolerable.  Was it subsiding, or was I dying?  I floated neutrally in complete darkness, in complete silence.  My body ached.  The numb, twitching pains slowly intensified.  Suddenly, with an audible crack, it felt like my ribcage had suddenly been blown outwards.  This was worse than the burning.  It was like my insides were a fine powder, being formed into bricks before instantly being smashed.  Fireworks were going off inside of me.  I convulsed inside of my prison as my bones exploded and were remolded.  I screamed in agony, but my jaw popped out of it’s sockets and felt like it was being stretched.  My eye sockets felt like balloons, their indentations in my skull felt like they were being pushed out, becoming just another smooth surface of bone.  My nose cracked and shattedered and felt like it was disappearing.  With a shriek, it felt like my tailbone and shot strait out of my body, and right into a giant pencil sharpener.  My head felt like it was going to explode, and I felt ropes jerking the front and back of my head away from each other.  Needles of fire were being pushed deeper and deeper into my skin.  I couldn’t scream anymore.  I was just in too much pain.  I moaned and twitched in pain as the stretching and burning subsided.  Just as I thought that this torture was over however, I felt railroad spikes explode out of my back.  I was a banshee at that point.  I screamed in complete silence with all of hell’s fury.

I awoke once again in complete darkness.  I felt warm air all around me.  I remembered the pain, and was confused that right now I was feeling remarkably well.  I felt like I had just come out of a warm bath, you know, all warm and sticky, but different somehow.  It felt very good.  With an almost inaudible ‘whish’ the cocoon opened, and warm humid air flooded in.  I got up and stretched.  I looked around the room, and was startled my vision.  Even the darkest corners of the room seemed detailed to me.  I tiredly climbed out of the egg.  I was dazed, like I had been sleeping for days.  I saw an…entrance of sorts ahead of me.  I was going to get out of this hell hole.  As I got close, one of the beings dropped form the ceiling.  This one had an ornate skull too, sort of like the other, but far less impressive.  I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed it.  -Don’t move, Drone.- The words were spoken quite clearly in my mind.  I tried to say “What?  What’s a drone?” but the voice was not my own.  All that came out was a plethora of shrieks and hisses.  I locked up in horror.  No, god no, I didn’t just hear that.  Backing up, I tripped over something, and with a wet thud I crashed to the floor.  Looking down my fallen body, I saw a pair of the creature’s legs tangled up in a long bladed tail.  My hands shot up to my head.  I saw clawed hands, each with six fingers.  I felt my face.  There was a powerful jaw with sharp teeth, and above it, where my vision came from, I felt no eyes.  Oh sure, I felt my new hands and head touching each other, just no eyes, or ears for that matter, yet I could see and hear just fine.  I was one of them.  My mind had locked up.  I tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was a nightmarish shriek.  I tried to run in terror, but my new body forbid it.  I quickly fell to the floor once again.  I looked up to see two of the crowned monsters looking down at me.  I winced as another message was played in my brain.  –You will cooperate, Drone.-  I wanted to yell “piss off”, but I was already well aware of my inability to speak.  Instead, I made a fist and swung at one of them from the floor.  To my surprise, he caught my wrist and threw me to the side.  The two then pounced on my back, pinning me to the floor.   –You will adapt to serve our queen, Drone.-  I continued to struggle on the floor.  I managed to see the two look at each other, before they both shot out a smaller set of teeth from their mouths.  The punctured my back lightly, and I felt the same sensation as the time I was bitten by a snake.  I felt woozy, and my muscles seemed to relax by themselves.  The two then lifted me up triumphantly and carried me out of the room.

I was half awake as I was carried down what seemed like endless hallways, my new tail dragging along the ground being the only thing keeping me aware that I wasn’t dreaming.  I heard screams and wails echoing all around.  I wanted to die.  We came to a small hole in the ground.  A message now entered my mind, but this time it wasn’t angry.  It had an almost satisfied quality to it, like the pair of creatures got some sort of sick kick out of doing this.  –Welcome to your new life, Drone.-  I was subsiquencially thrown down into the small cave.  I did the best as I could to curl up in the corner.  I was alone and afraid.

Well…afraid at least.  –'ello there…newcomer…-
This is part one of a trial series. I only had limited time so please don't say it's short. Trust me, I already know...

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I don't own Xenomorphs/Aliens (Obvee). However, I do own the characters portrayed in this story.
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:iconjhg99:
JHG99 Featured By Owner May 8, 2014
Very excellent maybe some time if your interested we could discuss a few ideas together?
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:iconfishtoast:
fishtoast Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2014  Student General Artist
this is awsome i must read more
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squibble9 Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2013
my favorite thing about xenomorphs is we no almost nothing about their society or culture so we can just make it up to suit our purposes
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:iconevfan13:
evfan13 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2011
Is a "voodoo baby" what I think it is?
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:iconaliensrmypeople:
aliensRmyPEOPLE Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2011
That depends: What do you THINK it is? XD
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:iconevfan13:
evfan13 Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2011
lol. i think it's a voodoo doll in baby form
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:iconunggoyboss:
unggoyboss Featured By Owner May 28, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
i hate being a human i wish i could just be a xenomorph
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:iconaliensrmypeople:
aliensRmyPEOPLE Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2011
I'm in the same boat as you.
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:iconunggoyboss:
unggoyboss Featured By Owner May 28, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
epic story
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:iconaliensrmypeople:
aliensRmyPEOPLE Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2011
Danke :D
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