Isolation-#Wattys2015

Excerpt 22-Primal

I was taught when I was younger how dangerous and horrible Primal Xenomorphs could be. Due to their hive minds, they had no sense of self, had no free will and would fight to the point of their deaths to ensure that their hive and queen would survive. But above all, I was taught never to allow the Primal instincts that resided deep in the brains of every K-Class to have even the smallest foot hold on your thinking, never to let rage,sadness, pain or any such emotion to cloud your judgment, that doing so was the shortest possible route to your own demise.

 But I didn't care about that right now.

I wanted the rage, I wanted to feel the pain, I wanted the sadness, but more than anything else, I wanted Martin dead at my feet. I wanted to tear him to pieces, I wanted to hear him beg for mercy and to be able to ignore them. The longer I lay on the floor of that cell, not being able to bring myself to wipe my mother's blood from my face, the angrier I got, the more hate I felt, the more I wanted revenge.

"Your not getting away from me that easily", I snarled as I put my feet on the floor and stood up. With one swipe of my clawed hands I shattered the bullet proof glass and climbed out of the cell, into the room that bordered it. It was about twelve or so feet back and about seven or eight feet wide. The wall to my right was lined with all kinds of computer equipment, most of which had been deactivated. The wall to my left had only one table with a glowing white injection vial on it. I walked over to it and picked up. The label read,

"Blaze BioScience Chemical 234 Flash Freeze Gene Modification."

I looked back at my mother lying in the cell and then shifted my glance to the vial of swirling, glowing liquid. I took the glove off my left hand and held it up. I curled my hand into a fist and stuck the needle into my arm, forcing the chemicals into my veins, even though I wasn't sure if it would work.

Immediately I felt a burst of cold, like someone had thrown me into the Arctic Ocean on Earth in the middle of a blizzard in the dead of night. A white haze over took my vision, but not so much that I couldn't see what was going on. I felt my insides twisting and a sharp pain in the back of my head. The sounds of cracking bones and tearing flesh filled the room. Both my arms felt like they were on fire as a sharp, full body pain forced me to my knees. The skin on my arms down near my elbow turned a pale color while the Chitin turned snow white. Icicles started growing out of arms and hands. A hole opened up in the palm of my hand and several smaller ones opened up around it and a frosty, blue colored liquid that was so cold it froze the ground when it started dripping out. My hands had become so cold that I could see the water vapor in the air around them freezing and falling to the ground. The cold was unlike nothing I had ever felt, I was surprised that I hadn't passed out.

When the pain finally stopped, all that remained was the cold. Once I caught my breath, I was able to look over my hands. They looked like white maces with all the icicles hanging off of them. I remember Martin said that hand positions were what triggered the ability, so I started experimenting with the different poses. I found that if I held my fist upright that the spikes grew out to about four inches long and I could use my whole arm as a mace. If I held my hand like I was holding a baseball, I found that I would get a small ball of ice that was full of liquid nitrogen.

"Interesting", I said lowly, "okay, I need to find a radio."

I walked to the door of the room and peered out the window, I couldn't see anything due to it being so small, so I cracked the door itself open ever so slightly. One either side of the entry way was a long hallway with more doors on each side, I could see one Synthetic security guard walking down the hall to my left, and to my right was nothing. I wasn't sure which way Martin had gone, but I assumed that he had gone to the top of the tower. Using an old Xeno trick, I slipped out of the door without having to open it any more and crawled up the wall so I was on the ceiling. Carefully, so my claws wouldn't making clanking noises on the metal, I crawled down the hall, keeping quiet until I was right on top of the guard, who was still unaware of my presence. There was an open air vent just over the guard that I was able to easily slip into, once I was out of sight, I reached down and grabbed the guard by it's head, dragging it up into the air vent and tearing as many wires as I could from it's neck and head and then braking one of my nitrogen filled ice capsules in the holes, rendering it completely inoperable.I took its entire kit, body armor, weapons, a P90, Roaring Wolf .50 action with custom grips, laser sight and a huge scope, a combat knife and several hundred rounds of 5.7 ammunition.