Xenomorph, Emotion or Instinct

Chapter 6: The bond of love

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Every feeling, every moment of Zathena's life was rushing through Arran's mind, he couldn't see anything as it was pitch dark and yet blindingly bright. Hot yet cold, loving yet dark and frightening, Arran found himself in an open room surrounded by combat androids and company scientists in white coats. He heard them muttering while he seemed to be trapped on a cold stainless steel table, one of them then said quietly but clearly, "She didn't survive the process, but he did. He quit, however he is still an employee." Arran wondered at their statements but he didn't have time as he was suddenly pulled into a clear Perspex tube, there were no noticeable people but then it began to fill with some kind of blue gel. It felt sticky and watery to the touch but it soon engulfed Arran and suffocated him like he was drowning. Just before his apparent death, he was then pulled away again, except this time to crawling through what looked like a metal vent. He then found himself unable to move like he was just along for the ride, he suddenly looked around and moved quickly and quietly behind some bushes that where outside a massive building. Then it hit Arran, it was the Weyland Yutani biotech firm he worked at, it was uncanny in appearance but Arran felt himself moving past some guards. They then spotted him, he against his will turned around and Arran saw his arms slash away but he realised something. His arms had become black and with sharp edges around his elbow and fingers, he then saw the guards ripped to pieces. Their hands, legs and torso flew everywhere; he was shocked and horrified by what he saw.

Once they were dead he saw the most brutal, disturbing thing he'd ever seen. His tongue reached down but it wasn't a tongue, it was another mouth packed with teeth, it forced its way through what remained of the guard's heads. He then moved the mouth into their heads and ripped out the brains of his 'enemies', Arran felt like he was going to vomit. His body right then at that moment flooded with good feelings after he'd done this and that only made him feel worse, the knowledge that he felt such relief and satisfaction from ripping some innocent human brain out of its head sickened him. Feelings of nausea filled him as he contemplated what he'd just done, but then he was dragged away one last time to him being stuck in metal clamps. From nowhere a man came up to him and said menacingly, "Today is a very special day specimen 1-01, today is your first sampling test, you excited? Cause all of us are." The man went behind him and stuck two fingers up what felt like his ass, but it wasn't, Arran realised he suddenly had a vagina and that this guy, whoever he was, he was violating him very roughly. To that he yelled but what came out of his mouth was a screech from hell, a bone chilling sound that sent his blood cold and his hair to stand up full of vigour.

The man removed his fingers and said with no sign of remorse, "You better get used to that because you aren't going anywhere. You live to serve us and accept whatever purpose we give you. I'll enjoy making you a slave to the company." Arran felt so ashamed and disgusted with what had just happened to him, he wanted to leave but he couldn't, his restraints were too strong for him. At that moment more scientists came into his room and setup a variety of tools including; syringes, scalpels, various odd looking gels and tweezers. An unbelievable pain filled his right arm as they used a scalpel to cut down into his skin very deep, he had never experienced such a pain before and as they went deeper the pain only increased and made him shudder uncontrollably. Arran then looked and saw his blood, it was a dark green in colour and it started melting the scalpel which momentarily silenced his increase in pain.

The scientists then smeared a kind of clear yellow gel with a consistency of jelly onto his wound, about 15 seconds later the bleeding stopped and they prepared with another scalpel to make an incision. Arran then thought, wait, the blood, the tube, the black skin and claws. He then instantly realised he was living out some of Zathena's memories from her past; holy shit, oh crap, what am I doing here? Why am I here? He had so many questions, but his epiphany was interrupted by the incision on his wound. They were slowly but surely cutting across his skin to get a sample of Zathena's tissue, but as they did his sensations of pain reached an unknown level. In his 28 years of life Arran had experienced being in the army, being a colonial marine, being on the brink of death and had shared pain with Zathena, but in all that he had never experienced pain of this degree. He could see his own skin being cut off, the skin folding up as they moved the scalpel back further and he experienced the worst pain of his entire life. Then once they had cut enough of the skin they ripped it off, not another cut across to separate it but a rip instead. Once that happened the pain made Arran faint and he was dragged into a blackened abyss.