Tension 2: Death's Reign of Terror | By : cooldragon1990 Category: 1 through F > Alien (All Movies) > Alien (All Movies) Views: 2126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 1: Fate
Mark sighed as he followed the two members of the Zen to god new where. Stalker was bounding like a puppy on ahead while Mark and the Queen were left behind to gaze with polite amusement after the young member of the Zen. She had been doing this constantly and people gave her odd looks. For no one had seen an alien look so happy before. This was an interspecies friendly ride and because of that people had to deal with the sight of a happy alien. Because Mark had stopped the attack of an abnormally colored alien known as a Predator, the Marine in charge of an attempt at assassinating Mark gave him and two others (the Queen and Stalker) advance tickets to the newly opened amusement park in space that just opened. It's good that she is able to go like this. Too much hive politics are no good for anyone and she needed to go out. Mark, amused as Stalker grabbed some poor saps ice cream started laughing as the guy initially angry quickly gave up when he saw who it was that had grabbed his ice cream. She needed this and a ride in space is a concept so unheard of these days. She is my girlfriend after all. What kind of sick fuck wouldn't invite the people or creatures in his life to the grand opening? Amused hissing followed this mini rant. It was just an observation Mark! Ever since Stride I have been thinking, I am not getting any younger and the way you loved my daughter gets me to thinking. I Mark yelled as Stalker immediately pounced on him. Got ya Mark. Now you have to do what I say, and what I say is we go on a ride. The ones we have been on sucked ass, so I say we go on Death's Reign next. Mark looked where she was pointing with her claw and gulped. Glaring down at them was an artist's rendering of Death and Mark shuttered at how intense the sculptor made it. It was covered with graffiti but the grim reaper himself looked monstrous and was holding a sign. All ye who enter, beware the fate of time If it is your time then I will strike. I will see you soon Mark shuddered again as he finished reading. Aren't they supposed to say the usual thing and say that it is not for children or something? That sounds a bit too weird. A girl was in front of them looking at the sign. She had red hair and Mark if he wasn't already in love with Stalker would have said she was pretty. It is supposed to be that way, silly. They want to get into character. Stalker bounded on ahead hissing with pretend ferocity at anyone who got in her way. She passed right on by the red head who didn't shriek but as Mark and the Queen passed her, Mark got a glimpse of the girl's face. It was puffy as if from crying, and she was looking around as if nervous. She gave him a slight smile mouthing the words, first time. Mark smiled and nodded totally at ease. She got in line and Mark wondered what the girl's story was. Was her boyfriend taking her on a ride that she didn't want to go to? She seems like the kind of person that is extremely sensitive to those around her. I wouldn't worry. Mark nodded. Something was wrong with the red head, not with her personally but just something. Almost like she was there against her will. Finally, they arrived at the line before they would embark. The girl had somehow gotten in front of them and finally it was time for the ride to almost begin. She went into the car second to last while Mark, Stalker, and the Queen got into the final car. Mark immediately grinned as Stalker had some trouble with the seat harness. The rides just got a new order to allow for interspecies seat belts and seats. It was a hard and clumsy effort but finally she got it worked out. They were still waiting for the rest of the passengers to board. The girl just sat there looking like she was out of it. Poor thing must be freaked. When the ride was almost finished boarding, her head snapped back violently and she gave a loud gasp. She then unbuckled her seat belt and stared in horror at something. "Oh my god, just like in…." She then said, "I got to make sure that it wasn't a dream. She touched the front of her seat and what little Mark saw of her features turned white. At this time the ride was making the final preparations and that was when the explosion happened. "DON'T FUCKEN TOUCH THE BUTTON!" Tears ran down her face as she started hyperventilating. "THE RIDE IS GOING TO CRASH. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T PRESS THE BUTTON." She was crying and worked furiously at her seat beat. This was causing some unrest and various people were laughing but Mark could see the stress behind those eyes. She wasn't some raving lunatic. He found his seat belt locked but said "I don't want to go on a ride that malfunctions. Can someone untie me or whatever? The girl looked as though she could kiss him but seeing as how he was surrounded by aliens that looked like a couple she held off. The ride's catch release bar opened up and Mark instantly jumped up. The queen's bar released and she got up. Stalker's hadn't though and she gave a furious tug. By this time several people who were curious as to the "raving lunatic" joined them, but Mark was focused on Stalker. She was trapped and by this time there was a chant of "let's go, " The attendant apologized and pressed the button causing the ride to move forward. With Stalker still on the ride. Mark yelled at the attendant to stop the ride but either there was a lot of chaos. Oh silly me I forgot." She slashed at herself and acid blood dripped down cutting into the material. She was free and she shot out and into Mark's arms. "Would you mind telling us what the fuck is wrong with you?" One of the guys shouted at the girl who was still crying and she gave a loud sniff. "I saw…" "I don't care if you saw the winning lottery ticket number, your big scene caused me to miss out on the biggest fucking ride of the year." Mark went between them with a shaken Stalker and the Queen right behind him. "Hey man, she said she saw something about the ride crashing. That sounds like a pretty damn good reason to me." The man turned on Mark, his eyes going slightly wide when he saw the company he was with. "Holy shit, your consorting with aliens" But was instantly silenced by a piercing scream from behind. Several people were seen falling off the ride and upon seeing this the girl's eyes widened and she fainted, Mark catching her before she fell. The guy who had accosted her had his eyes open and several people pointed and some were screaming. "I saw that happen. Satisfied you asshole?" The girl managed to open her eyes and was glaring at the guy. Some cars were falling and crushed some people spraying blood everywhere, but mark and the others were safe. 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