Seeking Salvation

What Has Been Written

The fall had been painful, yes- but not as painful as the screaming and sirens against its eardrums.

Ironic, as it's own shrieks and hisses could be deafening as well.

It collected most of the fall, keeping the female safe until it hit the ground and they parted; and the confusion began. It ran past the screaming and the gun-fire that bit at it, then over the obstacles in its path and quickly took refuge in the one security that the stall buildings offered; the shadows.

Where it watched as they surrounded the female and put her into one of the obstacles it had jumped over. The xenomorph scaled the building to the roof and watched as the obstacle they put her in began to move and moved away from the xenomorph- and it began to run across the rooftops of the strange structures around it, the night air cold on its skin but not enough to keep it at bay.

And when it stopped at a strange white building and somehow disappeared inside, the xenomorph sat on the rooftop and crouched behind a small area and observed as a similar being to the others walked out of the 'area', absently pulling out a white little box from their pocket and putting a strange little white tube to their lips.

As they raised a small candle's flame to the edge of the tube, the xenomorph moved forward.

* * * * *

The Captain of the Police Department that had answered the call, had taken it upon himself to bring their sky-fallen creature to the Hospital. He was also the one that sat in a chair outside the examination room, waiting until the doctor came out to meet him and he stood up, "What's up doc?" He asked casually and she looked at the chart in her hands,

"Well, this girl you brought in is unusual and not in the best of shape- you said she fell from the sky?" The doctor questioned and the captain nodded, his leather jacket creaking as he crossed his arms, "Until I get the tests back, I'd say tread lightly; she's in a bit of hysteria and she's in pretty bad shape." The captain raised an eyebrow,

"How so?" He questioned and the Doctor grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side of the doorway before tucking a long strand of tawny hair behind her ear and flicking her green eyes up at him,

"There are no markings on her, Jeffie. I mean, the bruises from how you said she fell- wrapped up in some creature- they are all in accordance to a fall. But nothing else." The doctor emphasized, "Falling from that high, she should have been cut up by the wind, or should have problems with hearing, or even chapped lips; there's nothing. No scars, no tattoos, no markings, not even a large pore. And no broken bones. And she seems to be in relatively good health if not a bit malnourished. Her clothes... I've never seen them before." The doctor said in failed attempts of whispering before taking a breath, "My point is- she's talking a little crazy but just... take care of her. Don't be that white guy in the horror movies that abuses the odd-kid-out and gets killed first."

"Black guy dies first, Rosie, you know that." Jeffie countered playfully before walking around her and she followed, as they made their way to the table that the girl was at and moved the curtain, "Hey there, girly." Jeffie greeted her and she lifted her and gave up to his own eyes- and he stiffened. They seemed to hold him in place and bore into him, but he pushed past it and shut the curtain behind him and the doctor. "My name's Jeffrey Maddock. I'm the Captain of the 310 Police Department that found you." He explained and she frowned, "So, nice and slow, can you tell me what that thing was that you fell with?"

"Please." The woman asked softly and clasped her hands towards him, "Don't put me in jail." The Captain and the Doctor blinked, "Just put me back where you found me,"