Reader's P.O.V.

There really was nothing like the hunt that made a Yautja male feel more invigorated with raw life. And this particular male by the name of Cetanu'hliuj was no different. His pulse coursed cool blood through his veins, the powerful muscles of his calves and thighs effortlessly stretching and contracting as he chased down the Ooman warrior that had attempted to shoot him with a very primitive looking weapon. He had, quite frankly, missed the intended target and spiked the hunter's interest-it was uncommon for any kabin to actually sense when a Yautja was near. Nevertheless, it was all the initiative he needed to discard his cloaking device and don his most prized knife, pursuing the insignificant creature that absolutely oozed fear and feigned machismo. Said supposed warrior screamed like a Gizahn female when Cetanu'hliuj had but nicked him with the tip of his claw.

What a pathetic excuse for a male, clearly he was not worthy of seeding females, and if he did ever do so his offspring would surely die off or grow to be feeble beings. With nothing short of contempt in his eyes, the hunter swung his great arm and slid his knife through the tendons along the backs of the Ooman's knees, watching him collapse heavily to the ground. He wailed pitifully as the hunter approached him, begging the superior being to spare his worthless life even as his gut was sliced clean across, his innards spilling out into his lap.

"M-di h'chak...", he nearly spat, thrusting his curved blade into the male's windpipe, finally cutting off the annoying pleas with a mild arch of his wrist.

Taking into consideration that this particular Ooman had not put up much of a fight, he began to scalp the corpse, peeling away the flesh that obscured the trophy that he sought, h'syra, the skull. The Yautja were well acquainted with this planet. Their seemed to be endless game especially during the frequented quarrels between the various tribes; The Romans trying to conquer Egypt, Germans terrorizing the Jewish minorities, The Taliban: All perfect sport. The Yautja found it odd and counterproductive that the Oomans would butcher each other over senseless things such as land, skin color, social status, natural resources, even language barriers-had they not yet created one common language? Had they not yet realized that they were the causes of their own downfall?

Many extraterrestrial beings used Earth merely as a jest to entertain themselves with, leaving makeshift pieces of their culture in certain areas all over the world and watching them drive themselves mad trying to figure out where they had come from. Others came to discover more about the Oomans strange, primitive habits. And others came merely to fraternize with the females. Though there were a few species that tried to stave off Earth's sure destruction, there were those like the Yautja that saw them as fair game.

And when there was game, there would undeniably be hunting.

Just this particular Earth day, Cetanu'hliuj had taken the skulls of seventeen Oomans, several of them what were called Special Force Rangers, the highest ranking ones in the A'meri kan sector. The night was still young and he had about an hour to kill before he would leave Earth to visit another galaxy with, hopefully, better game. But in the meantime, he decided to visit the nearest maximum security prison for a last minute hunt. Hopefully the fact that these particular Oomans were particularly monitored every second of their lives would mean they would be at least a little more of a challenge.

Aelex's P.O.V.

Sweat coated my body, every pore emitting moisture, ungraded adrenaline pumping to my overworked muscles as thrust my taser into the neck of a prisoner I'd taken by surprise, knocking his unconscious corpse to the ground before locking a pair of cuffs around his right hand and foot, linking him to the guard rail before starting off toward my next target.

Crimson lights flashed all around me, the sounds of guard dogs snarling and other officers yelling commands through megaphones barely heard over the deafening roar of the escaped inmates that were currently storming the facility. A window shattered just overhead of her crouched position, a flame-bearded, heavyset man with a kitchen jumping on my and pinning me to the cold floor, little shards of glass digging into my cheek.

"Looks like you done walked down the wrong hallway this time, girly!", he bellowed, raising the knife above his head just as I uncurled an arm from under myself and struck him in the throat with expert precision. If I'd learned anything in those self-defense classes, it was that fighting dirty won battles.

The man clutched his throat, cursing mutely before I kicked him as hard as she could across the face, effectively knocking him out. I silently thanked my lucky stars that I was enough of a gamer to spend time trying to act out the moves I saw in Street Fighter and Tekken. I wasted no time, making my way up the corridor to the flight of stairs that led to the roof. I had never before regretted taking this as much as I did right then, running for my life to get to the escape helicopter before it took off. If I missed it, I would either be massacred by the prisoners or killed by the bomb that the S.W.A.T. team was going to drop on this place in less than half an hour.

'I'll be damned before I die here! I'm not even twenty yet!", I thought, racing up the stairs and again cursing myself for not actually carrying out the exercise regiment I knew I should have all of those times.

My boots thudded loudly on the steel steps, my breath coming in short pants as I pushed myself through the little door that read 'Roof'. My thick ebony locks rested damp and wavy from sweat against my neck and cheeks as the cool air seeping in from the trap door above offered a hope that gave my the energy to climb up that ladder faster than I had ever climbed before. The handle was rusty but I managed to finally turn it, the door swinging open with a hiss as I poked my head through-just in time to see the helicopter hovering just above the roof, steadily rising.

My mind kicked into overdrive, my body launching me through the opening and across the cement roof toward my last chance to escape. I screamed, "Wait! Don't leave yet! I'm still here, I'm here!", waving my arms like a mad woman as a shot was fired over my shoulder, a sickening explosion of warm gore coating my back as someone's head exploded. "What the fuck!"

"That's a negative! This area is quarantined and there is no available space for non-vital accessories! We suggest that you find shelter and make your peace! This area will be terminated!", a stoic voice said, more than likely saying this, as was normal protocol for officers of his status.

"You can't just-oh my god!", I narrowly dodged another gunshot, spinning on my heel to see about six inmates, two of them holding makeshift shanks made of glass shards. The two that had been shot had each rather gruesome looking knives. I looked up with tearful eyes, panic obvious on my face. "You can't just leave me here to die, you insane fuckers!"

"Just following orders, miss.", and with that, the helicopter rose higher in the sky and took off, my attention reluctantly being fixed on the six men only eight feet away from me.

"Stay back! I have a gun!", I lied, grasping my taser as if it were a gun holster.

"Yeah? So do I.", one with mud colored hair and stubble said, suggestively grabbing his crotch as they closed in on me.

"Don't you fucking get any closer or you're dead, asshole!" I warned, my hands beginning to shake as I took a cautious step back.

"You ain't gonna do a damned thing, bitch. But if you play nice, ya might just enjoy this.", another one said, smoothing back his salt and pepper curls from his unnaturally pale brow.

"You're all going to die in ten minutes! Why the fuck would you do this now of all times?!"

"Won't take that long to do some livin'.", he said, stepping over the bodies and into her space, the others hot on his heels.

Just as he reached out, I pulled out the taser and held the button until I could smell his flesh cooking, his cold blue orbs staring daggers into me. He was dead before he hit the floor, the weapon out of battery and me left without any defense. The one with muddy hair advanced, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward him. I kicked him squarely between the legs and uppercut him in the jaw as hard as I could. He wheeled back just long enough for me to grab the knife from one of the dead men's hands and plunge it up between my opponent's ribs, straight into his heart. I pulled the knife out, stabbing him again in the throat when he tried to reach for me.

His blood spewed everywhere, some of it momentarily blinding me, rendering me unprepared for the punch that nearly sent me off of the roof. My cheek stung with a pain worse than any I'd ever felt before, the follow up kick nearly causing me to fall onto my own knife. I gathered my bearings and, with the eye not full of blood, watched as the man came at me with his shard of glass, watching it glint in the moonlight as I stabbed said man in the stomach as many times as I could before he knocked me to the side with a hand across my cheek, my body again skidding to the edge of the roof.

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill y-", he coughed up blood again, the other two stopping mid-stride to watch with the same kind of shock as he began to rise into the air, a crimson stain that started in the center of his chest coming outward to spread across the center of his orange jumpsuit.

I got to my feet quickly, taking my chance to get up behind one of the men and slash his throat, dropping to the ground and rolling away from him as he swung around in an attempt to fend off whatever had just sealed his fate. The last man, taking in everything at once, dropped his shard of glass and backed away from everything, turning on his heel to run back inside. There was a whistling in the air and then a wet gush of blood spattering onto the trapdoor, the main frozen in place but his feet not supporting him somehow. And then, slowly, something dark and metal and protruding from the wound in his back began to materialize before me, making bloodstained shaft of some strikingly long instrument. There was some kind of strange tassel at the end of this, this spear. Yes, it was a spear. And it pinned the guy's corpse in midair, the now visible blade firmly wedged into the cement surface below.

And to the right of that, just behind the man -now dead- suspended in air, was what appeared to be a large object that turned out to be a helmet, drenched in moonlight and speckled with blood, with long appendages that were tube-like dreadlocks; draped over broad shoulders and defined pectoral muscles, an eight-pack of abdominals that were clad in protective mesh and a belt of very high-tech weaponry were almost enough to distract me from the startling trills and clicking sounds coming from the gargantuan creature that fully revealed itself at long last.

The creature pulled the man's corpse from his blade and tossed him off of the roof, squaring his shoulders.

I tightened my grip on my bloody blade.

There were five dead men all around me. I was drenched in blood that was not my own, blind in my right eye with it, and wounded in several areas. I just had fended off inmates in a maximum security prison and was still alive at that very moment. I was not going to die then.

The creature trilled again and then sheathed its weapon, slowly approaching me. I stood my ground, trying my best not to tremble and fixing him with a steady stare directly into the lenses of his helmet, hopefully meeting his eyes. It closed in on me, getting closer than I had initially expected and-and-he began to sniff the air around me, a sound something like a purr rumbling deep in his chest as he leaned even closer. He suddenly gripped my upper arm, grip tightening as I flinched away.

"Sain'ja...lou-dte kale...", he said, my pulse thudding in my head whilst fear began to take over.

"S-stay back...!", I warned again, holding the knife up to eye level in an attempt to scare him off.

He produced an aggressive, barbarous roar that frightened me out of my wits and I reacted, thrusting my knife at the expanse of his chest. He grabbed my wrist in the bruising grip of his free hand; crying out from pain, I dropped the blade, shrinking under his brooding presence until my head lowered, curling inward on myself in a subconscious act of self preservation. He roared again, yanking me closer toward him and then throwing me over his shoulder. I started thrashing, kicking his chest and pounding his back with my fists, scratching the skin and even trying to throw myself off of his shoulder.

He seemed hardly disconcerted by this, a few beeping noises meeting my ears before a blinding light from directly behind me nearly made me cry out. Then, a loud hissing sound and more beeping while the large creature began to walk further and further away from the trapped door and-

He stepped out onto the open air.

And kept on walking into the light, the world disappearing into the pearly light as a large plane with S.W.A.T. on the side appeared high in the sky, circling as the prepared to drop a strange looking sphere.

And then there was only pale light and those clicking noises.

(This is my first crack at Xenomorph erotica so please bear with me. Also, please let me know what you think. I always love feedback.)