AUTHOR'S NOTE: My THIRD TALE! I worked really, really hard on this, and I hope you enjoy it! I certainly enjoyed writing it! Ripley's back, peeps! Woohoo!
DISCLAIMER
I do not own Aliens, though I wish I did...
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Aliens
Colonial Marines
Book One
By
Predy96
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CHAPTER ONE
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The USG Sulaco was gone. The crew was gone. The colony was gone. Burke was gone. Of course he'd begone. But why Vasquez? Why Apone, Dietrich, Hudson? Why Drake, Frost, Crowe? Why them? Ripley asked herself these questions all the time. Was the universe against her? Did it have some sort of...personal vendetta against her? She threw a knife at the wall and sobbed. Newt. Why Newt? Why Hicks? Ripley sobbed even harder.
The blackness of the corridor was ominous. Ripley ran. Sweat ran down her forehead and stung her eyes. Her breathing shook. She stopped. Her fingers clutched the gun so tight her knuckles turned white. It was quiet. Ripley slowly turned the corner. The Queen hissed loudly at her. Then it stabbed her.
Ripley sat up with a scream of terror. She clutched at her heart. Her chest ached with a dull pain. Her head ached. Her back ached. She ached everywhere. She struggled to control her breathing. Jonesy meowed and sat on her lap. Ripley scratched behind his ears. He purred deeply. The door opened and a woman in white entered. She looked thirty-ish.
"Is everything all right?" she inquired.
Ripley was silent for a moment.
"Yes, just a bad dream."
The woman nodded and scrawled something down. Then she left. Ripley resumed the ear scratching. She pressed a button next to her bed and the metal shades rolled up. Outside was a web of metal constructs. Wait. Hadn't she already seen this? Suddenly, she felt a very sharp pain in her chest. It came again, and her skin lumped. And then it broke. The Chestburster screetched and flew out.
Ripley jerked up and screamed loudly. Hicks grabbed an arm and tried to calm her down. Ripley thrashed violently, screaming her head off. Finally, Hicks got her to calm down. Ripley sat there, her breathing coming in short gasps. Her breasts rose with each heave. She started crying. Hicks held onto her, comforting her.
"Oh God, why? Why, Hicks, why?" sobbed Ripley.
Hicks had no answer.
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Ripley stood stock still, staring at the huge video screen. A digital image of the colony. The air purifiers stood there in all their failed glory. Ripley said nothing when the door opened. Hicks stood next to her.
"Why?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied he.
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That night, she dreamed again. This time, it was different.
Ripley was in a chamber. It was a very large chamber. She looked up and did not see the end. Ripley heard quiet whispers. Voices with no bodies to accompany them. A droplet of sweat fell from her nose and plopped to the ground at her feet. It echoed all around. She heard a scratch, and jerked to her left. Nothing was there. Ripley heard a clank and spun to her right. Nothing was there. She heard noises all around and there was nothing there. They stopped. She started breathing deeply. She saw a door. She ran to it. It did not get any closer. She ran faster. It grew smaller. Farther away. Ripley cried out in frustration. She stopped. Felt a chill go down her spine. She slowly turned around. The Alien grabbed her.
Ripley lay there, shaking in terror. She was tangled in her bedsheets. Sweat drenched her clothes. She breathed shallow. She turned her head to the door. Hicks. He looked fearful. They looked at each other for a short time. Ripley ran a hand through her hair.
The next day, Ripley received a call from W. Y. C. They wanted to send an elite team out to LV-426. Ripley fought and argued. They stood by their terms. In the end, she agreed. She would return to LV-426 in four day's time.
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