Xenomorph, Emotion or Instinct

Chapter 5: The embrace of a Xenomorph

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Arran had left and while he was gone his xeno companion was re-reading every moment of their sexual experience in the attic. She wondered what made him feel such terrible pain and agony; she felt disheartened at that knowledge but was unaware of what had caused such a reaction. Then she could sense a heartbeat getting closer, a rhythmic tone with an almost hypnotic vibe and then she heard his car, the front door opened and she prepared herself for his arrival. When he opens the door I'll show him, I'll show him how much I really care. He'll have to forgive me, I hope, oh, please forgive me Arran, I never meant to wrong you. He slowly opened the door; she pounced on him, knocking him to the floor. However not violently, she was on top of Arran her head against his, her arms hugging his torso, her legs and tail were wrapped around him several times just trying to get across to him that she was sorry. Every intimate thing she could think of; hugging him, caressing him, timing her breathing with his, anything she could do.

Arran froze and heard her say, I'm sorry Arran, I'm so sorry. Please Arran, please forgive me, it was just, oh I don't know. She said this in such a nervous tone, it sounded like she was about to die. Arran then put his arms around her holding her with all the loving nature he could achieve. Then Arran spoke nervously to her, "Look…I…Eh? I left to get some records." These were info guides to the xenomorph nature files, Arran had written some of this himself over the years working with xenos, and he documented every scientific finding. She looked at him confused but she didn't care, she was just happy to have him back again. Then they went into the living room and sat opposite each other on the sofa, he then setup a hologram projection of the files. They were in English so she hadn't a faint idea what they meant, but she tried to take in the visual stimulus of video footage of other xenomorphs. Arran then explained, "In my studies of your species, your kind's sexual prowess was always masked by your instincts to defend the Queen. However you are a one of a kind xeno, so your instincts forced your mating prowess to heighten to an unknown level. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She let out a hissing noise and communicated a message, yes, but what does this have to do with me hurting you? She then remembered his expressive yelling and asked what did I do to you to cause you such immense pain? He then told her calmly, "Well, the human male's penis has an interesting property. When it ejaculates it then becomes extremely sensitive to the touch, and so, when you kept stroking me the rush of sensations became an extremely excruciating pain. I was looking at your brain activity and your species has an aggressive nature, when it comes in contact with powerful or particularly stimulating experiences your kind becomes very aggressive." He then heard her say, well I have been experiencing urges, I guess, it's my animal like nature. It makes me urge for sexual comfort with you. Arran felt flattered and worried in that moment because humans, their advantage was advanced intelligence, but he sacrificed his advantage when he invited her into his home and made it a one on one situation.

The two of them held each other in their arms and he asked her, "Would you pucker your lips like this? I want to show you something." She seemed confused and let out a groan but she complied with his request as best she could, then she felt his hand behind her neck. He brought his lips close to hers and they shared a very long, very passionate kiss, she was confused so she asked, what is this? He ended the kiss and said softly, "It's a sensation that humans use to show compassion and love. And while your kind may show it in powerful, aggressive or group experiences, this is a much more sensual relaxing form of intimate contact." So at that realisation she kissed him again, she then brought her hands up to his head and began caressing his head, hair and cheeks trying to find other consensual moments to share with him.

They let each other go and he said sounding more serious and slightly nervous, "You need to watch your urges, cause while they aren't life threating or dangerous to you, humans are very fragile, I'm sure you've guessed. And I just, I know you want those powerful, heighten times but can you at least understand my point of view?" Her understanding of human sexual nature had been completely misplaced; she thought humans lived for sexual tension when in fact that was her instinctual urge that was causing this truly bizarre thinking pattern, in turn that was the root cause of her actions towards Arran.

Later in the day at around two o'clock, they sat in the kitchen around the table and Arran started by saying, "I'd like us to start off by finding a suitable name for you." She thought similarly as she'd been tired of her absence of personality, even the company never gave her a name. She was often referred to as 'Specimen 1-01', she never liked that name, so she piped up leaning forward and thought, what did you have in mind? He then told her, "What about Zathena?" (Za-thee-na) She wondered at his choice to which she asked, what is the significance of that name? Arran then looked down, he held a depressed looking face, fearing she'd upset him she put her hands around his and he heard in his head, never mind, I'm sorry I asked. He then said humbly, "Its ok, I'll tell you why I thought of that name. Before I was a medical examiner I was a colonial marine, basically, a member of the advanced military. On my team I was the field medic, Zathena was the name of a close friend I made. On various missions, we looked out for one another. Until on one bad mission I lost her, we'd been tasked with removing yet another hive from this colony planet. Anyway, she and I had been given the job of clearing the lower hive levels. So everything went as usual a few xenos got close but we got them, until we came across a new kind of xenomorph. These must have been two or three times bigger than the other xenos we'd encountered, I got knocked to the ground by one. Zathena was then swarmed by three of them at once, while I was struggling with this other one on the ground. Then I finally got it off me and shot it square in the head, but some acid from the creature fell onto the barrel on my gun rendering it useless. Then as I looked down at my friend she was right there with me and I did nothing, then it happened, the xeno opened its mouth and its secondary jaws smashed right through her head causing a horrific crushing noise. It burst right through her skull. It was then that I could do nothing else but run, not looking back, not caring except to just run, leaving her now dead corpse to be eaten or worse. I was so ashamed that, a month after that I quit the colonial marines and became a medical examiner for the Weyland Yutani Corporation. I studied the xenomorphs trying my best to invest time in research that may in the future save marine lives, all in honour of her, Zathena."

His words wrenched and pulled on his companion's heartstrings, making her nervous to be a part of such a savage and ruthless species. All her personal confliction aside though, she thought proudly, I am truly grateful that you'd give me that name Arran. Her voice comforted his lowered spirits; he then walked around to his newfound companion, now in her full form in his eyes. He leaned in to her pushing his head against hers and whispered, "Zathena, I love you…" Never had his heart rate been so fast and yet calming to her, she then smelt the pheromones coming from him. They were all of deep loving and strong emotions for her, almost overpowering her at one point. With that she jumped up to him and brought him into her arms and thought to him, Arran, you are the kindest, gentlest most loving human I have ever seen, met or touched with. I can't now imagine any life worth living without you. Without you, I…I…I just couldn't go on, your body, your mind, your love. I just couldn't do it…" Zathena almost started crying as she was so emotionally attached to Arran, in response to her Arran wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could. Arran could then feel tears start to well up in his eyes and they both then fell to the ground embracing each other, just as the xenomorphs did to form sibling strength bonds to one another.

Arran and Zathena formed this bond, they touched each other holding one to the other and Arran heard Zathena yelling and screaming, but not words. She formed incoherent sounds and from nowhere visions flooded his mind; her birth, her torture, her sexual feelings, her thoughts and her senses of memory clouded his mind. Then a shockwave ran down both of them and a force knocked them away from each other, Zathena was fine, her head hurt but she came around. The same could not be said of Arran, he started convulsing uncontrollably, he became erratic and his body was shaking violently. Zathena rushed to him but she didn't know what to do, then he started coughing wildly, this became more terrifying to her as she then saw him coughing up blood. Zathena then started screaming, screeching and growling angrily while sounding terrified and in immense pain. Then she was shouting at the top of her voice trying to make him hear her, NO MATE, PLEASE! DON'T DIE PLEASE! NO! NO! DON'T DIE, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE! DON'T LEAVE ME ARRAN, PLEASE! ARRAN! She let out one more ear piercing screech, this one was louder and longer, she feared desperately for her mate's life not knowing if he would survive…