Xeno Love

Chapter 4: Xenomorphs

Xenomorphs. Everywhere. There had to be at least a hundred cells, a quarter or more of them occupied. Jake silently walked past them, eyes wide.

“This is... unholy,” he muttered to himself. “Wrong. Traitorous. Evil. Sinful. Inhumane. Fucking messed up!”

“Oh?” a voice behind him inquired. He turned around to see two Colonial Generals, two scientists, and the head of the Weyland Industries station they were on. The latter was smirking evilly. “Glad you think so,” he continued. “Because you’re going to be joining them. Generals.” The two marines stepped forward and dragged him to one of the cells. “Recognise it?” Jake stared at the Xenomorph inside. It looked like any other regular Xenomorph Warrior. There was a yellow band on its wrist with the number 0038 printed on it. It was the final occupied cell in the row, all the rest beyond that point were empty. Which meant this Xenomorph was the most recent addition. Jake gasped as he finally figured it out. “Well, you gotta hope it recognises you.” The door opened for a second, long enough for Jake to be thrown in. The five evil employees left snickering to themselves. Jacob scrambled away from the monster next to him, pressing himself against the bars of the cage. The Xenomorph approached him. Its face was inches from his, then it sniffed him. Jake ducked under it and backed away to the other end of the cage. The Xeno cocked its head at him, then pounced.

I stare at the human suspiciously. It is trembling in fear and is as far away from me as it can get. I slowly walk over to it, wondering why it chooses to act this way. Why is he even in my cage? I take a good sniff of him, and stop myself from reeling back in surprise, because that kind of sudden movement would scare him. He ducks under my head and runs to the other side of my cage. I wonder where he thinks he is going, so I pounce on him. I pin his arms and legs to the floor with my own and hiss at him. He doesn’t understand me. He chooses not to listen. I flick my tail from side to side in annoyance, wondering how I can talk to him when he’s like this. I flick through all of the memories I managed to get from him before I was forced out of his chest. I wasn’t supposed to be taken out that early. I hadn’t bonded to him properly. And now I can’t talk to him! I hop off him and swipe at the bars angrily.

Jake stared at the creature before him. It was apparently having a spaz at the bars. He shook his head and slowly picked himself up off the floor. The Xenomorph seemed to have calmed down a bit. It was just standing there, staring out at the room beyond. Jacob wondered if it was a good idea to do what he was about to do, but dismissed any doubts he was having. Either he lived with this Alien or he died, there was no in-between. He raised his hand tentatively, and reached over to the Xeno. He gave it a quick rub on the head. It started and whirled around to growl at him. Jake stumbled backwards, afraid that he had made a dumb mistake, but all the Xeno did was stand there, looking at him. It cautiously stepped closer, paused, then nuzzled his hand. Jake gave its head another rub and heard that noise again. He laughed in relief as he realised it was purring, like a cat. He received an annoyed headbut in the gut for his merrymaking.

I sourly give him a nudge in the gut to remind him who’s in charge here. He may be able to give me pleasure with his hands, but that doesn’t mean he can make fun of me. I nuzzle him again, enjoying the sensation of his skin contacting mine. He’s very good at this, it’s like he’s a drug and I'm addicted to him. He finally snaps me out of my trance by sitting down and removing his hand from my head.

“Can you talk?” he asks. I screech yes! Yes I can! But he can’t hear me. Why won’t he listen?!! He looks slightly afraid, as if the whole smooching session earlier hadn’t happened. I feel very annoyed at him. Why do humans have to be so protective? Even from the things that love and care about them. I sigh and curl into a ball at his feet. Maybe tomorrow he’ll trust me more? If I had eyes, I would be opening them a crack and peeking at him. But I don’t have eyes so I’m always ‘peeking at him’. I notice he’s shivering. And not because he’s scared. I ponder a solution, before choosing one that goes towards to causes; making my human happy and helping him to trust me.

 

Jacob shivered, pulling his jacket around him tighter. He heard the soft footsteps of the Xeno as it approached him from behind. He felt something warm and moist press against his back. The Xenomorph draped its arms around him and pulled him closer, forming a protective ball around him. Jake was surprisingly comfortable and had no trouble getting off to sleep.

Lights snapped on. The Xenomorphs screeched at the invasion of the five humans once again. The leader of the group looked quite surprised when he saw the Xenomorph curled up into a ball with not a drop of blood in sight.

“Must have tasted good,” the younger of the two generals commented. The Xenomorph yawned and uncurled its body, revealing Jake, who was in perfect health and, to their horror, not eaten. The first general paled.

“It-it can’t b-be!” However, the leader stroked his short beard.

“Interesting,” he murmured.