Hello, my name is Charles Herlington The Third...or just Chaz is fine, now...where to start.... AH! Yes, the day it began.
it was a casual thursday morning, wakeing up to the usual beeping of the alarm and as always, me screaming at it to shut the...nevermind that! Anywho I went downstairs to get something to drink, when my phone rang causing me to jump back a bit, a few seconds later I finaly answered it, a loud voice cawed from the other end.
"Charles!" Came the loud boistrous voice of my mother-in-law.
"What now..." I groggily groaned.
The load irritating voice answered "well, it's Christmas soon and I was Thinking...COME AROUND!" She screamed, causing me to flinch.
"I don't know...maybe next year?" I said.
"No, that's what you said last year!" She screamed.
"Fine...Bye."
I hang up before she coupd answer, man I hate that woman.
In case you didn't notice, I hate my parents. It's kinda obvious why I do.
Anywho, I went into the kitchen to make myself something spicy, maybe fresh. I made chili sauce for later, then went outside (after getting dressed of course) then I began setting of to work.-Le Time Skip...2 hours HI BY THE WAY!-
I approached the large dark alleyway (I know, original...) that led to my work space, when suddenly a loid screaching sound zoomed passed me, knocking me over.
What I saw across from me shocked me... now I know I sound crazy when I say this...but... there was an Alien from 'Aliens' right in front of me!
It was at that moment a tall, slightly balding, pale white man approached it, holding what looked like a cricket bat.
The man smashed the bat down on to the Alien...ouch.
I knew I had to do something...I dont know why or how, but I felt like I needed to help, so I grabbed the bat, twisting it around and slamming it right into the man's skull, probably knocking him out, or killing him...poor bastard. I looked over at the Alien, it wasn't moving much..acid was pooling out around it, it's jead also seemed sloghtly ripped open.
'Man...that guy did a number on it, huh?' I thought as I looked it over, the strange thing is, is that man somehow braught a freakin' Alien down to it's knees...man That was a weird thought. Anywho, I looked at it a bit more, before sighing, then (very painfully) dragged the Alien down the ally..I don't remember much, just that my hand was almost melted clean off, now I know you're thinking.. 'how did je manage 6o live by dragging an Alien with acid pooling out around it.' Well, it's simple, I DO NOT KNOW! Anywho, I remember waking up woth a strange substance around my hand, it felt hard and squishy, almost like boogers.. anywho I looked around, then tried to take the subatnce off my hand, and I failed.
I gave up at last, then looked around, the same substance that was around my hand was all on the walls and cealing!
Now I knew what was on my hand...it was that alien stuff...what's it called.. suddenly a hiss interupted my thoughts, and then the Alien (albeit bigger than before) landed in front of me, I closed my eyes acepting my fate....
It never came. I was sat there for at least 5 minuites until I finaly opened my eyes, the alien was still there, but it wasn't hissing or anything for that manner, it was making a strange, buzzing soumd with it's jaws...weird... then it started to push me down, making me panic...but that feeling stopped as a voice entered my head..
'do not be affraid, human.' It said, it sounded female...weiiiirrrrd... ( the voice part not the female part ) I just stared at the Alien " D-Did you say that?" I said, shaking. 'what do you think, dumb a- I mean, yes it is, human' that last comment was...weird to say the least. Did she think I was an idiot? Probably, honestly though I don't care...AN: now I know it's short...and a weird place to stop, but I need ideas! Oh and I feel like some peeps shpuld read the new updated story ;3
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The First Xenomorph King (Re-Write)
Science FictionThere's Three types of people, There are the scumbags, the people who ruined my life...then there's the bystanders, the people who just sit and watch life get ruined. Then there's me, someone who is always hurt, always betrayed... That is until I me...