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Level 10. Spaced Out

Coughing and spitting,I rolled onto my stomach, disoriented from my trip. "Next time, I'm making sure we play something more family friendly." I groaned, pushing myself to my feet.

Standing up, I looked around,and saw that I was surrounded by metal walls, with some kind of strange slimy substance on the walls further down the hall. "What the hell?" I gaped, looking around me. "So... you made it to game three... I applaud you." Glitch said, his voice drilling in my right ear. "I'm speaking to you over a in game ear piece, so don't flip your lid. Any who,in case you haven't figured it out, you need to find your friends. I'm leaving you two little gifts to help you along your way." I walked forwards, fuming, but looking around. "I swear to God, John. If you hurt a hair on my brother's head, or you hurt my friends, I will hunt you down, and beat the ever UN-living shit out of you."

Glitch wheezed, chuckling at my threat. "Look right." Doing so,I saw two objects in the slime covering the walls, in the grasp of the dead woman, who had a suspiciously clean hole in her forehead,about the size of a high caliber rifle round. Looking at her hands, I saw that she had in her hands a strange looking gun, and a small computer looking object. Prying them from her grip, I received a small shock, and looked down at the screen, seeing it glow. "I "modified" this monitor to pick up your friends location, as well as your objective." "Which is?" I asked, putting the monitor away, and inspecting the strange gun. Noticing a switch on it, I flipped it, causing a flame to ignite at the front of the "gun". "You're going to kill the Queen." Glitch said, his voice low.

Shaking my head, I thought about what I had seen. Slime on the walls, which were made of metal. A flamethrower in the hands of a woman who has a large hole in her head. I felt my stomach drop, realizing where I was. "You sick mother fucker." I growled, finger tightening on the trigger. "Go on, Quin... Save your friends... or are you too scared to play anymore?" Tearing the earpiece out of my ear, I looked around, expecting Glitch to be watching me.

Not seeing him anywhere, I put my new toy away, and let out a scream of rage,which echoed throughout the ship. Panting, I pulled back out the monitor,and turned up the volume, getting a loud ping to my right. Turning in that direction, the pinging noise quickened a little. "Just hang tight guys." I growled, sticking the active monitor in my jeans pocket. "I'm gonna finish this for everyone." Walking down the hall, I pulled out the flamethrower, and flipped the switch, casting the dark hall in a flickering orange glow.

Following the pings, I found myself at a intersection. Turning my body to each direction, the sonar suddenly went nuts, turning into a rapid beeping when I turned to the left. Before I even could move however, I heard a loud hissing noise behind me, and footsteps. Turning around, I was tackled by a large being, luckily managing to bring up my flame thrower's body between me and my attacker. Managing to use our momentum, I shoved my assailant away from me, rolling into a kneeling shooters stance. I felt my gut drop as I saw my opponent, who was a drone Xenomorph. "You're not my quarry, but you'll make good practice." I snarled, feeling a ugly rage rear its head in me. The Alien hissed, revealing its awful second mouth. Jamming my barrel into its mouth, I pulled the trigger, pouring a combination of napalm and fire into it. I heard the Alien scream in pain, and somewhere deep in the ship, something much bigger voiced its displeasure. Ripping my weapon out of its mouth, I kicked the cooked being away from me, watching as its now hot, acidic blood ate away it's body,and into the floor. "I hope you're watching, Johnny boy!" I screamed, kicking the tail of the dead Alien. "Cause when I'm done here, I'm gonna do much worse!" Stepping over the smoking corpse, I ran down the hall, now determined to win, if not for Tyson,then for all the people who have suffered playing this psycho's sick game.