Xenomorphic

Chapter 3: Rebirth

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Pain ripped through her head like a chainsaw.

Subject 3 was on her knees, body folded over as she gripped her head in a futile attempt to alleviate the inferno tearing through her head. She was gasping in agony, hurting so much that tears were slowly falling from her slit-eyes. She remembered what it felt like when the stuff was first injected into her body, and that was an ungodly amount of pain. The pain she was feeling now?

It was beyond anything she had ever felt.

'W-why is-s-s this h-h-hap-en-en-ing?' It hurt so much she literally couldn't think straight.

She reared back in a silent scream, her eyes wider than humanly possible, her pupils so dilated you couldn't see them, as the pain reached a crescendo. Then white exploded across her vision.

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Slitted, sea-green eyes surrounded by pools of darkness snapped open. The slit pupils of the eyes became paper-thin to adjust to the brightness. The owner of the eyes sat up, confusion evident in their being.

The person looked around; a white void greeted their vision in all directions. Wait...what...was that? There in the distance...what was that? It looked like a glowing, acidic-green rift.

The being got up from their sitting position...and stumbled at the sudden weight behind them. The person turned around and blinked when they saw a black, spiked, bladed tail sticking out just above...above what, exactly? What was that area of the body called?

The person shrugged their shoulders after coming up blank and began walking to the rift, their feet making a soft tmp tmp tmp as they impacted the...floor. The figure looked down at their feet. A midnight black body greeted their eyes. The figure raised their hands to their face...claws at the end of their fingers. The figure's hands roamed across their body, feeling it out. A smooth texture, yet very tough, proved when they tried to pierce their body with one of their claws only for the claw to snap...then regrow almost immediately.

The figure stopped touching itself and began to tread over to the rift again. The figure began to grow frustrated when the rift seemed to never get closer, despite the amount of distance covered. Actually it began to get further away. The figures eyes narrowed in anger at the continued distance increase. Without even thinking about it, the figure began to sprint, their body soaring past human limits.

The figure shrieked in rage when the rift seemed to speed up away from it. The figure leapt forward, smoothly transitioning into a four legged run. If someone was to bear witness to this event, they would see a black streak flash across their vision.

The figure had reached well above 120 miles per hour, and was finally gaining on the rift. Within seconds the person was within 15 feet of the rift. The figure pushed their body even harder, accelerating to 150 mph. The rift was almost close enough to touch. Just a little more...

The rift suddenly exploded into a gigantic chasm of light...a chasm that the now-amnesiac Subject 3 barreled straight into.

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'Where am I?' A simple question, yet no answer.

'Who am I?' The voice was distinctly feminine.

'What am I?' Something that we all ask.

"A Xeno-biological marvel."

Pain flared through her body. Memories exploding into her mind. The Queen was always the first. Her guards...the Praetorians. Her army...the Warriors, her servants...the Drones. Her children...the Hatchlings. Her beginning...the Egg-carriers.