I remember the warmth of my host as I wriggled towards his chest. I rammed it and heard a satisfying crunch as his ribs cracked, then broke. He screamed. I chewed through the tissue between me and... a glass tube? I said telepathically, Oh no you don't! I ducked back down and went up the throat. A scream was muffled. My host was alive? He's a fighter. No matter, he'd die when I ripped out his mouth. I looked between his teeth to see... another glass tube. I went back down and thought. There is another way out, the same as his waste, big enough that I could go without problems. The host would live... I traveled all the way down and carried out my plans. Apparently he had already wasted himself. I crawled out of his pants and across the floor. I saw food, a man behind the glass. I bolted at it, jumping. I busted through it and landed on his face, lashing out with my teeth and my second jaw. I devoured him. I left nothing, only bone. I peeled away my skin and shed.
This gas seeped in. COLD!!!! I writhed in agony as I started to black out.
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AVP 1: Ashes to ashes
ActionYes, another story to add to my giant list of unfinished books and another avp. So, Weyland-Yutani has finally done it. They've finally perfected their super breed of xenomorphs, the only problem is, they created one too perfect and when they tested...
