Xenomorphic

Chapter 11:Aliens Vs Predators Part 1

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Antarctica

October 10, 1904

Razorback Point Whaling Station

A man with shaggy, blonde hair and a frost-covered beard ran through the abandoned buildings of the station. He was running from it, running from them.

The man and the rest of the crew had made port here some months ago to find and kill whales for their oil, and meat. They had met with great success, greater success than they had ever imagined. In the few months they had been here, they already had enough barrels filled to satisfy three different expeditions.

That was they found the pyramid beneath the ice.

Against all better judgement, the natural curiosity of man demanded they explore their find. The chances for fame, glory, and wealth was too much to ignore. Entering the strange structure, the men found otherworldly statues, and unknown marking and symbols. Delving deeper into the pyramid, the whalers came across a strange chamber filled with skeletons...that were missing most of their ribcages. When they saw the remains of the spider-like creatures with the long tails, they should've left.

Clearly, they did not.

Instead, large, leathery, egg-things rose from sacrificial altars. Once more, the innate desire for more knowledge had the whalers get closer to the eggs. The tops of the things opened...and Death's outstretched hand greeted them.

The spiders attached themselves to the faces of most of those present. Survival instincts kicked in and the rest ran for their lives...only to encounter giant distortions in the air. Distortions that had swords and spears.

The monsters had swiftly slaughtered the fleeing whalers. The blonde man was able use the harpoon he brought with him to some degree of defense, the creatures were far stronger, and far more well-versed in combat.

The blonde man would've been killed like the others...if the black serpents hadn't showed up. What followed next was a brutal battle between two species, a battle that the blonde did not sit around to see.

He grabbed his harpoon and made a beeline straight for the entrance. On his way up, one of the serpent things had intercepted him. Maybe it was God, maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the man's sheer will to survive, but armed with his whale-spear the man had killed the black-beast.

That was when he learned what acid did to objects.

Weaponless, terror had returned and the blonde desperately reached the surface to warn the crew that had stayed topside to start pushing off...only to find their skinless bodies hanging upside down from the yardarms.

Now his fear only increased ten-fold.

Stumbling through the buildings, erratically looking behind to make sure he wasn't about to be turned into a kebab, the blonde reached the first sign of shelter. Pushing the heavy, frost covered door open, the man found the heat of the mess hall comforting, inviting, and warm.

Slamming the door shut behind him, relief flooded his body. Maybe now he was safe...

Then he heard the dreaded clicking of it.

His body went ramrod-straight, fear gripping him in a vice. Slowly, rigidly, the man turned, and saw what he prayed he wouldn't. A giant distortion stood behind him.

The man stumbled back as the creature clicked and became visible. He fell and the creature's blades were drawn from its wrist. Crawling backwards, the man looked behind him, searching for a way out. He found none and slammed into a counter.