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(A/N: Here we go, it's time to really get the ball bouncing for this story. Of course, we still need some more character insight, so we'll be getting to know another one of them a bit, but don't worry, this chapter is primarily the main story. We last left off with the Facehugger attaching itself to Alice, so you know that's going to spell trouble. Let's see how much.)
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Chapter 4: Parasite
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?!” Fritz bellowed furiously at all those present. “I want some God damn answers, now!”
It wasn’t often that Fritz exploded in anger like this. Normally, her fury was like her, calm and cold, but that hadn’t cut it this time, not after what she had discovered.
Fritz had always been a heavy sleeper, and so had always slept through the night, or rather, night hours since there wasn’t really a night or day on the Atlas, and would usually need to keep her alarm on a very high volume in order to wake up in time for her shift.
But with the arrival of the Facehugger, and the thought of all they could learn from it, not only had she had a restless night of tossing and turning in eager anticipation, she had also woken up hours earlier than usual, only getting about five hours of sleep rather than her standard eight. Realizing that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, she had gone to the monitoring room to see how things were going with their new specimen.
She had been shocked by what she had found. Not only was no one watching the monitors, but the Facehugger was lying on its back in its room, and was very clearly dead, its legs curled up, much like an insect. Next door, Alice was still sleeping, oblivious to the loss of a very valuable specimen.
Knowing that it had been Rogers who was supposed to be on duty right now, she had made an announcement over the intercom, waking the rest of the crew, and then gone to wait outside of Rogers’ room to reprimand him for leaving his post during his shift. However, it hadn’t been his room he had come out of, but Sanders’, with his coworker in tow. And though both of them had tried to hide it, their still somewhat disheveled appearances was enough to tell Fritz what had gone on between them.
This was one of the reasons why she hated men. They were all horn-dogs who thought too much with the head in their pants rather than the one on their shoulders. She had no doubt that it had been Rogers who had been the one who suggested that he and Sanders sneak away for some fun when he should have been watching both Subject 4G2A and the Facehugger, and now one of them was dead.
It utterly disgusted her. She saw enough of it throughout her life. Especially during her college years. College was meant to be a time for people to learn as much as they could and figure out what they wanted to do with their lives, then begin working towards their goals and gaining experience. Yet so many chose to party and have sexual escapades instead. And those frat boys were the worst of the bunch. How many of them wasted valuable time, or even ruined their futures, because they were too busy partying and having fun rather than focusing on their education. And worst of all, she thought of all the girls they seduced and tempted into seeking carnal knowledge instead of educational knowledge. And then there were the lives of all the girls’ futures they ruined by knocking them up.
As far as Fritz was concerned, men were the root of most of society’s problems. She didn’t, nor was she willing to, accept that her biased opinion on the matter was one-sided, placing any and all blame on men while only ever viewing women as victims, even the times when they were the aggressors, or even the instigators. It was easier and more convenient that way, giving her an outlet to her frustration, and she refused to allow anyone tell her that she was being sexist or a misandrist. Women had been treated unfairly for centuries, so why shouldn’t she be unfair right back or place the blame for everything on men now?
But perhaps what she hated the most, something that she would never ever admit, was that she was somewhat jealous and envious of the very same players that seemed so skilled at hooking up with girls so easily. Being attracted to someone of the same sex was hard, mostly due to the fact that unless she found someone like her, then her only chance of hooking up with another girl was if they were feeling experimental, or were incredibly drunk. She refused to take advantage of either though, as it made her feel like she was falling to the same level of the very boys she looked down on, but that only limited her options further, and only served to fuel her bitterness and resentment towards men in general.
And, of course, there was the fact that she would be hit on as well. The very thought of a man touching her intimately repulsed her though, and she made no attempt to hide her disgust while proudly flaunting her own sexuality. Sometimes though, after making it clear where her sexual orientations lied, some of the more obnoxious men she rejected would comment on how it was “a waste”. Such comments absolutely infuriated her, and only served to further fuel her intolerance and hatred. Over time, she became colder and more resentful, all while swearing to make something of herself, just to rub it in the face of anyone who looked down on her.
She did whatever was necessary to get to where she was, not caring whose toes she had to step on in the process. And if those toes belonged to a man, all the better, she took great delight in knocking them down a few pegs and putting them in their place. And now here she was, aboard the Atlas, in charge of not just one, but two projects that could lead humanity into the future. And if she had to throw a few people under the bus to accomplish that, even if they were other women, then so be it.
Dealing with Subject 4G2A was infuriating though, in more ways than one. First was how Scotts constantly drooled over her like some lovesick fool, even giving her a human name. It was just like a man to focus on the outside appearance rather than what was on the inside. And inside, Alice, as he called her, was not human.
But possibly most infuriating of all was that she too was not immune to Subject 4G2A’s beauty. It was all too easy to be drawn in by her appearance; everything about her screamed sex. And Fritz found her own attraction to the creature aggravating. It made her feel like the hypocrite she was, like she was no better than all the other men who would pounce on any pretty face that looked their way. And so she took to constantly reminding herself of what Subject 4G2A was. It was why she refused to call her by the name Alice, and always thought of and referred to her as an ‘it’, rather than a ‘her’.
It wasn’t like it mattered though, regardless of the attraction, she knew that Subject 4G2A would ever look her way or consider her as a sexual partner. Her kind was all about breeding, and she couldn’t do that with another woman, not even an alien one. It brought on fits of jealousy, not to mention anger, at nature in general for breeding to require both a male and female.
These jealous thoughts only served to make her more hostile towards not just Subject 4G2A, but also towards both Scotts and Rogers, especially the former since he was the primary target of Subject 4G2A’s seductions, and it infuriated her to know that she stood no chance simply due to her biology. And what may have been the most damning of all, was that while she criticized Scotts for falling for Subject 4G2A’s charms, Fritz herself knew that if she had been an option for a potential mate, she didn’t think that she would have been able to resist. That just enraged her all the more.
But she supposed, in a way, it was also a blessing, as it allowed her to keep the purpose of this project at the forefront of her mind, and so she was able to do whatever was necessary, even though some of the experiments were rather horrific and inhuman. In a way, it had been rather satisfying to make the object of her attraction suffer, to inflict some of the torment she felt on her tormentor. And she had been prepared to do the same with this new specimen, only now that didn’t seem like an option since the specimen had expired. And she knew good and well who to blame for it.
She looked from Sanders to Rogers, her eyes burning in accusation. “Well, what happened?”
Both scientists kept their own eyes diverted as they were rightfully scolded. “We don’t know,” Sanders finally replied.
Fritz’s nostrils flared, and she put her full attention on the one she truly blamed. “And how about you? Do you know?”
While Rogers respected Fritz’s seniority over him, even if he really didn’t like the woman, he was not one to just take her unjustifiable condescending attitude lying down. This time though, he made no attempt to stand up for himself since he knew he was in the wrong. “I don’t know, ma’am.”
Fritz crossed her arms. “Obviously not. But perhaps you would know if you had been where you were supposed to be and watched it like you were supposed to.”
Cypher knelt by the dead Facehugger’s side, gently examining it. “No sign of injury. It seems to have just expired on its own.”
The android’s words made Sanders think about her suspicions from last night. “It’s possible that it simply died on its own. It has no mouth or seemingly other way of obtaining nourishment, so it’s likely that they die on their own if they can’t find a host. I was going to present this theory today.”
Cypher was now holding the Facehugger in the air by its tail as he, Dawn, and Lana proceeded to look it over. “A sound theory, but there have been reports of Facehuggers living far longer than this one did.”
“Then perhaps exposure,” Scotts suggested. “It could have come in contact with a pathogen or bacteria or something that its body couldn’t fight against it.”
Fritz turned her angry eyes on him. “This is not War of the Worlds.”
Scotts glared at her. “I’m well aware,” he snapped, “but the idea has plausibility.”
“I’m afraid Dr. Fritz is right,” Cypher told him, handing the Facehugger to one of his fellow androids. “The acidic body fluids of all the Xenomorph’s stages would kill any foreign invaders to its body.”
As the others fussed over the Facehugger, Ramirez examined the room, trying to find what may have killed it, and came across the slightly shifted bookcase. “It looks like it tried to get back here. Maybe it thought it was a way out.”
Scotts had glanced at her when she spoke, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the window into Alice’s room. “Maybe Alice saw something. We could ask her.”
Fritz scowled at his suggestion. “Fine then, let’s just ask her, shall we.”
She stormed out of the room, pushing past the androids in her way, but Cypher didn’t seem bothered by this. “An excellent suggestion. And Dawn, Lana, would you be so kind as to store both the specimen and the egg in storage.”
“Yes, sir,” they echoed, and Dawn walked off with the Facehugger as Lana went to retrieve the egg.
The others followed Fritz into the monitoring room. She paid them no mind as she did her best to keep control of her temper. She swore that if Rogers and Sanders ruined things for her that she would make their lives a living hell. Although she mostly blamed Rogers, she was furious with Sanders for letting herself be seduced. Was this the first time this had happened? She doubted it, but she would be sure to make certain that it wouldn’t happen again. Even if the Facehugger had just died on its own, had it been properly monitored, something might have been done to save it.
Looking in at Alice, she noted that it was strange that she was still asleep. She was usually up and about by now. Not that it really mattered. They needed answers, and Fritz was in no mood to be nice about it. She hit a button, and freezing air blasted all throughout Alice’s room. She let out a screech as it woke her, and she tumbled out of bed as the cold air blasted her.
“What the hell!?” Scotts shouted, pushing Fritz’s hand away from the button. “She didn’t do anything!”
“Don’t test me right now, Scotts!” Fritz shot back. “I’m not about to let you men ruin things for me because you can’t keep it in your pants!”
She switched on the speaker as Alice looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. She had been having horrific dreams, first of being stalked by something dangerous, and then of choking and drowning. After that, the sweet serenity of dreamless sleep. That is, until she received the worst wakeup call ever. Her body hurt from the frostbite on her skin, even as her regeneration kicked in and she began healing.
“Get up,” Fritz’s voice demanded over the speaker. “I said get up. Tell me what happened last night.”
Alice looked up, seeing Fritz and the others behind the glass. Her eyes found Scotts’, and she noted that he looked distressed, which caused a low growl to emit from her throat before she glanced at the angry Fritz. The woman looked furious. Alice didn’t know why, but whatever it was must have been bad.
“I said tell me what happened last night,” Fritz repeated.
Alice frowned. She had no idea what the woman was talking about. She opened her mouth to say so, but closed it again. Something felt… off. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something didn’t seem right with her. Had something happened? Was this why Fritz was in such a rage?
Before she could contemplate it further, she was hit with another blast of freezing air, causing her to cry out. She heard some arguing over the speaker, and the freezing air stopped.
“Tell me what happened!” Fritz demanded again.
“About what?” Alice shouted through the pain. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A few seconds of silence passed, during which Alice thought she would get blasted again, but then Fritz spoke. “With the Facehugger. The specimen in the room next to yours. What did you see? How did it die?”
“It’s dead?” Alice asked. That was news to her. When she last looked in on it, it had been alive and well. She hadn’t known it died; she didn’t even know what it was, only that her instincts told her that it was dangerous. She was actually glad it was dead. “I don’t know, it was alive when I last saw it.”
“There,” Scotts said quickly before Fritz could take her anger out on her further. “She didn’t see anything.”
Sanders nodded. “She was sleeping when we… left our stations.”
Houtras, who had thus far stood in silence as everyone else squabbled about, glanced at the monitors. “Why don’t you just look at the footage? Don’t you people record everything that goes on in these rooms?”
Fritz’s eye twitched, a silent expression of her displeasure. “My very next intention,” she said, though it was apparent from her tone that in her frustration that she had actually forgotten about the recordings and simply didn’t like that the lieutenant had reminded her.
No one called her out on this though as they gathered around the monitors and she brought up the footage from last night from the start of Sanders’ shift. She then began fast-forwarding, and they watched as the Facehugger wandered around the room, eventually coming across the bookcase, and began attempting to squeeze through the small space.
“So it did try to get back there,” said Ramirez, having been the one to discover that the bookcase had been moved away from the wall.
They continued to watch as the Facehugger slowly worked its way through until it managed to slide the bookcase away from the wall enough for it to slip behind it if it turned on its side and pressed itself against the wall. And when its tail disappeared behind it, all sign of the alien was now hidden from the cameras.
The numbers at the bottom right of the screen indicated that hours had gone by before the Facehugger emerged from behind the bookshelf again. It then wandered around the room for a few more minutes before it rolled over onto its back and became still, at which point Fritz stopped the video.
“Nothing,” Rogers commented. “Nothing happened. It just up and died.”
“It certainly spent a long time behind the bookshelf,” Ramirez noted. “Do they like dark or confined spaces?”
“Maybe it got stuck back there,” Sanders wondered out loud. “It squeezed too far in and then couldn’t get out or turn around for a while.”
Rogers crossed his arms thoughtfully. “Maybe, but I find it strange that it immediately died just minutes after coming out from there.”
Fritz turned her accusing glare on him. “Had you been watching it like you were supposed to, then you could have done something as soon as it disappeared.”
Rogers snorted. “What, like go in there to pull it out and get my mouth raped by it in the process?” he asked sarcastically, deliberately leaving out the fact that the time of the Facehugger’s disappearance actually took place during Sanders’ shift. “No thank you.”
Fritz’s lips curled back in a snarl. “Aside from maybe getting raped would teach you men a lesson in the evils of rape culture-”
“Excuse me!?”
“I never said that we would send you in there. We could have sent one of the synthetics since they wouldn’t make suitable hosts.”
Cypher raised his hand up, index finger extended to get attention. “We prefer to be referred to as artificial personnel.”
Fritz rounded on him. “I don’t give a damn what you prefer. All that matters is that the Company’s prize specimen is dead. That is going to reflect badly on us.”
“It’s not a total loss,” Ramirez spoke up, hoping to defuse the situation. “We still have the body, and the egg. It can always be cloned, and this still leaves us with a body to examine.”
Fritz shook her head. “That is irrelevant. This still won’t look good for us. We let the specimen die on our watch the very first day. Technically, it wasn’t really on our watch since no one was watching it.” She glared at Rogers. “And I plan to hold you personally responsible for this.”
Rogers’ mouth dropped open in outrage. “Now wait a damn minute-”
“It wasn’t his fault,” Sanders interrupted.
Fritz turned to her as well. “And you’re not off the hook either. The behavior of you both is completely unacceptable. We’re scientists, we have a job to do.”
“Sitting at a computer screen watching literally nothing go on?” Rogers argued. “Our time is far better spent doing literally anything else.”
“Monitoring the subjects is part of the job,” Fritz shot back. “Our positions are a rare opportunity that have been given to us, and most of you aren’t taking it seriously.”
“We do take it seriously, damn it! But even you have to admit that some of the job requirements are nothing more than pointless technicalities.”
As the group of them argued, Alice looked on with mild curiosity. She couldn’t hear what was being said since the speaker had been turned off, but she gathered that it had something to do with the creature in the room next to hers. What had Fritz called it, a Facehugger?
She put it out of mind as she considered herself once again. Something was wrong with her. Something had felt off since she had woken up, but she still didn’t know what, and the feeling was only getting worse.
Her heart suddenly began to beat faster in her chest as a wave of nausea hit her. She started breathing faster as well as she felt a pressure on her chest, no, from within her chest. Something was very, very wrong with her, and it had nothing to do with the off feeling she had felt after waking up. No, that wasn’t quite right, it was related, or rather, the off feeling was becoming something else, something much worse, something painful.
A pained groan escaped her, and she suddenly felt like she was going to be sick. Beads of sweat began to gather on her skin as the pressure in her chest got worse. It began to feel like… like something was inside her, something that was moving.
Another agonized moan escaped her, followed by another, then she was hit with unbearable pain, and she screamed. Her cry went by unheard through the soundproof room as the people in the other room proceeded to argue. It hurt, it hurt so much. It felt like something was trying to tear its way out of her.
Her body jolted as she continued to scream and thrash around. It was all she could do. Different sections of her body began shifting from her alien form to her human form and then back again, not settling on one, but going back and forth in patches and patterns. She stumbled around, blinded by pain, the cries escaping her no longer sounding human, and becoming louder and even more inhuman as her vocal cords changed when the shift from human to alien passed over her mouth and neck.
As she stumbled around in agony, she ended up slamming into the window. This caught the attention of the people on the other side, and they looked at her in shock as she thrashed around and sections of her body changed from human to alien before she finally fell onto her back and proceeded to flail about.
“What the hell is wrong with her?” Rogers exclaimed.
Scotts looked on in horror as Alice thrashed around in unbearable pain. Something suddenly clicked in his head, and his eyes darted to the monitors. “Oh, God, no.”
He lunged for the controls, bringing up the footage of Alice’s room and quickly jumping to the time period where the Facehugger had not been seen in its room. The image of Alice sleeping appeared on the screen, the Facehugger firmly latched onto her face.
His horrified gaze went from the Alice on screen to the one flailing around on the floor. “Oh, Jesus.”
Alice let out one final cry, her back arching high off the ground. A shower of blood suddenly erupted from her chest, and a moment later, something burst out of it. Everyone else in the other room jumped back in shock and horror as blood sprayed against the window. Alice dropped back down and went still as the thing that had torn its way out of her chest screeched.
The others looked on in disbelief. Seeing the process in real life was very different from seeing it on a hologram projection, and far more horrific. Nothing could have prepared them for the sight.
“Fuck me!” Rogers muttered, his comment seemingly breaking the spell.
“Alice?” Scotts whispered as the shock began to wear off, and he took a step towards the window. “Alice… Alice!”
He began slapping his open palm against the window as he called her name. Alice remained unresponsive, but his banging drew the attention of the creature that had emerged from her chest, and it looked up at him. Or at least it appeared like it looked, as no eyes were visible on its head. It let out a hiss, and a small extendable set of jaws poked out of its mouth.
Wriggling free, the Chestburster tore itself free of Alice’s body. It let out a little cry, and then began slithering across the floor, scurrying along on its tiny appendages. It disappeared under the bed, leaving a bloody trail behind.
The others still looked on in shock at the gruesome scene as Scotts continued to pound against the glass. Suddenly, rational thought kicked in, and he left the monitoring room, making his way towards Alice’s. This seemed to snap Fritz out of her stupor, and she hurried after him.
“Wait,” she called, “don’t open that door!”
“I’m afraid we must,” Cypher insisted. “If it found a way in, then it has a way out, and we must catch it before it escapes. We don’t want it running loose on the station.” He gave them a serious look. “You do recall what you were told about these creatures during the presentation.”
That got everyone moving, and they all hurried after Scotts, just as Dawn and Lana returned, and they rushed past the two androids. Scotts was already entering the access code to Alice’s room. He charged inside and immediately dropped to her side, grasping her hand and whispering her name. The others strolled into the room after him. Sanders, Rogers, and Ramirez looked down at her mutilated form in horror and disgust. Ramirez hand went to her mouth as if to prevent herself from being sick, but Fritz looked down coldly at her and Scotts.
“Pull yourself together, it’s not even human,” she said, though she still looked pale and sounded shell-shocked from witnessing the chest-bursting.
“Bitch…” Scotts growled quietly in response, not taking his eyes off Alice’s still form.
“I beg your pardon,” said Cypher, “but I must ask that we focus on the real problem at hand.”
Houtras pushed past them. “Move. I’ll get your damn pet parasite for you.”
As he bent down to look under the bed, the head android’s hand fell onto his shoulder, stopping him. “I think it best if one of us looked. Even at this stage, these creatures are quite vicious. We don’t want it to attack you.”
Houtras’ eyes narrowed in stubborn irritation. “It is my job to keep everyone safe.”
Cypher smiled. “And your efforts are appreciated, but with all due respect, your actual job for this assignment was to see to it that you brought as many of us, as well as the specimen, safely here. For all intents and purposes, your job is done, so there is no need for you to risk your life. It is, after all, in our programming not to harm or allow any harm to come to a human.”
He nodded to his fellow androids, and Lana stepped forward, getting down on her hands and knees. She crawled forward and looked under the bed, but saw no sign of the Chestburster. She did, however, see the hole in the grate that covered the air vent.
Frowning, she sat up and looked at the others. “It’s gone.”
Houtras’ eyes narrowed. “What the hell do you mean it’s gone?”
She cocked her head to the side. “Just as I said. It’s gone. There is an air vent under the bed with a hole in it.”
“Air vent?” Ramirez repeated. She appeared thoughtful for a moment, then gasped and hurried out of the room.
The others watched her leave, wondering what she had figured out. A minute later, she appeared in the room where the Facehugger had been kept. She rushed over to the bookcase and pushed it further away from the wall. Her eyes widened in horror and she knocked on the window, motioning for the others to come look. They walked over and looked through the window, and Ramirez pointed to the air vent that had been behind the bookcase, and they all saw the hole burned in it.
“Son of a bitch,” Rogers gasped. “The little bastard actually found a way out.”
Fritz rounded on him, her earlier anger returning. “This is on you. Had you been watching, you would have seen the specimen enter Subject 4G2A’s room and could have prevented the impregnation.”
“An escape never should have happened in the first place,” Houtras reprimanded her, truly getting involved for the first time now that people’s safety was at risk. “You’re in charge around here, are you not? Then it was your own failure for not providing a proper secure location for the specimen. That is on you, and it takes priority over your team’s incompetence. A way out never should have been in the cards, which would have made Dr. Sanders and Dr. Rogers’ misdemeanors, while still inexcusable, completely irrelevant.”
Fritz turned red in the face, her mouth opening and closing as she herself was put in her place. It would have been comedic had the situation not been so dire. What more, he was right. Seeing as she was in charge, the responsibility for not providing a secure area for the Facehugger to be kept had fallen onto her shoulders, and she had not done a thorough enough job.
But it wasn’t really her fault. This station was meant to keep Alice confined so she could be studied and experimented on. It had not been built to house a Xenomorph. What more, she hadn’t even joined the project until the entire layout of the Atlas had already been set up. She certainly hadn’t been the one to place that stupid bookcase in front of an air vent. Hell, she hadn’t even known it was there. As far as she knew, there had been a solid wall behind it.
Be that as it may, the argument could be made that she should have had every inch of the room checked. As long as that fact remained, the blame could always be cast on her, regardless of Sanders and Rogers not being at their posts. She could reprimand them for not doing their job all she wanted, but letting the Facehugger get free in the first place, that was ultimately on her.
She knew this, and it was why she couldn’t contradict the lieutenant. Even so, she couldn’t help but be furious, and immediately decided that this was just like a man to place the blame elsewhere and put a hard-working woman in power like herself down. She was about to tell him as much when something happened that drew all their attention.
A loud gasp escaped Alice, her body jerking as her eyes snapped open. Her limp hand suddenly gripped Scotts’ so hard she nearly crushed his bones, and he let out a pained cry as she tightly squeezed his hand. She released him a moment later and began emitting pained whimpers as the exposed organs and bones in the hole in her chest began shifting around, damaged tissue beginning to knit itself back together. Slowly, the hole in her chest started healing as her regeneration repaired the damage caused by the Chestburster.
Whatever Fritz had been about to say to Houtras was forgotten as the more pressing matter presented itself. “Get back. Get back! Everyone out, now!”
The others began pushing to get out of the room. Rogers grasped Scotts’ arm, giving it a light tug to silently tell him to come along. Scotts hesitated for a few moments as he looked down at Alice’s face. Even scrunched up in pain, she still looked beautiful. But then he forcefully ripped his hand out of her iron grip and hurried out of the room with the others.
On the floor, Alice continued to gasp as the hole in her chest healed. In under a minute, it had disappeared completely, not even leaving a scar, the only sign that it had been there at all being the blood that was splattered around the room and soaked into her hospital gown. With the wound fully healed, her body relaxed as she panted heavily while trying to process the trauma she had been through over the past few minutes.
The others watched behind the safety of the sealed door as Alice breathed heavily on the floor in a pool of her own blood. They hadn’t even considered the possibility of her surviving such an ordeal, but the regeneration of Alice’s species was extraordinary. The shock her body had undergone must have slowed down the healing process, but it had still kicked in all the same.
“Shit man,” said Rogers, voicing all their thoughts. Not knowing what else to say, he said the first thing that came to mind. “We’ll have to record those results.”
“Never mind that for now,” Sanders told him, and looked to the androids. “You said Xenomorphs take on the traits of whatever host they gestate in.” She slowly pointed at Alice. “What kinds traits will one inherit from her?”
To that, none of the androids had an answer.

(A/N: So, several things happened this chapter. We got to know Fritz a little bit, and as you can see, she's not the most pleasant person, but I'm sure you could tell that already. And just a reminder, the thoughts and opinions of these characters are not my own, they're just fictional characters in a story, so don't hold anything against me. But Fritz aside, we've had the chest-bursting of the Xenomorph, and as usual, it wasn't pretty. I must say, I feel rather proud for the way I wrote the scene, with Alice partly shifting in and out of her alien form during the process. It just worked so well when I pictured it in my mind. But now the Chestburster is loose in the station. What kind of monstrosity is it going to grow into? Stay tuned to find out.)
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