It's Never Enough | By : AriesoftheForest Category: M through R > Predator Views: 4928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Key: Italic's mean it is first person, ( ) is Yautja speak, ' ' are thoughts, regular is third person, and bold is yelling. This is my first posting of these sort of stories, go gentle with reviews but do give tips and comments about how I could do something different or better... Or if you just love it!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Since when was pain a big deal for her? The sad thing was, it usually isn't. But, this morning proved to be a dizzy blur of pain when she woke up. She had never thought much of her eye color, eyes were just another part of your body. Everyone else makes a commotion about them, though. Steel blue, is usually what people would refer the color to. Sometimes, they'd just be a cold grey. People would drawl over them, and sometimes it'd annoy her half to death. The only reason she would actually appreciate her eye color is because it went so well with the rest of her facial features. Ariel was her name. Ariel Rose McKenna. She was damn proud of her name, even though she had always been called "The Little Mermaid" and "Firehead" since she was little. That could be explained by her odd details, a thick and sort of masculine jaw line with small ears and usually hidden behind her hair. Her hair was the one thing she loved and hated on her body at the same time. It was supposed to be orange-red like normal Fireheads... But hers? It was blood red. Scarlet. Naturally too. She despised it because she was called "Lil Mermaid" and loved it because not many other people had it... And well because they thought she looked like Ariel. I have to disagree with people on that... I mean sure, the hair. But mine is short, and I keep it slicked back half of the time. My skin is pale, and I don't tan I get strawberried as my mother liked to call it, with freckles covering half of my cheeks and nose. Back to that blinding pain building up in the pit of my stomach. It's not easy having a slightly gimp leg. It just tends to lock up in the morning, like if you had a charly horse. It's worse for me. Lifting my left leg up beneath my thigh, I started to try and un-lock my knee first. No use in massaging the muscles out if I can't bend my knee. I had to rotate it at a slow pace, huffing in pain each time I heard the pops. It took at least ten minutes of this before I could set my foot down onto the floor and pull myself off the bed. Purposely, I had my movers put it low to the ground so it'd be easier to get out. Knowing they'd ask why, I had to just sigh and explain nicely. Ariel wasn't an average woman. Not at all, but she had to act like it now. She got sick of it at times, did stupid things she wasn't supposed to. People often forgot how old she was, because of all the scars she bared. The young woman was only twenty six, and yet she was the most dangerous being to have been in the Marines.Yes, the Marines. When she first signed up, they didn't want to believe it. She stood at a small 5'4" and was as skinny as a tooth pick. But she was serious! This wasn't something she ever had in mind, she actually hated the Jar Heads ever since they started fucking with the off planet species. It was for her brother. Titan McKenna, her older brother and someone she loved dearly. Her parents had died when she was young, so Titan had taken care of her most of her life. He was the opposite of her, standing at a bulky 6'5" and built like a brick wall. Most people never think they're siblings, especially with him having sun kissed skin and gentle green eyes. Titan took care of Ariel, then would protector her like she was a pile of gold. He home schooled her, gave her all the skills she needed and helped her find a good job and left for the Marines. Sure, it hurt when he left. He had raised her from eight years old. Remembering his leave made her wince, knowing she could've stopped him from going... Because he'd still be here today if she had. Titan took a Xenomorph tail to the chest, protecting a lady scientist. That lady scientist is now pregnant with his child. Of course, she didn't tell the mover all of this. She simply told him a fake story like she always did and moved on. Sure, I'm probably the Marines best girl. I always was. I was determined to get revenge on my brothers killers, the little black fuckers. My determination made me the best, and the Marine's pity on me turned to shock. Everyday was the same when I first joined. Training, learning, fights. Men would laugh at the sight of me when I walked into the Cafe, and leave with blood coming from their mouth. I had an un-natural strength and speed boost when ever I would get an adrenaline rush. The Marine's saw this as a good plus for them. I didn't. They wanted to experiment on me, use some super soldier serum to make me invincible. I was good with who I already was. So, instead of letting me get on with killing Xenomorph's, they threw me into a chamber, and I stayed there for about... Maybe a few months? They tortured me countlessly, threatening to kill me if I didn't do what they said. Unfortunately for them, they didn't get far. A Yautja Warrior invaded the compound, for reasons I'm still not sure of. I listened to the blood curdling screams of agony they released and smiled. Oh yes, I can hold a grudge on these fucking whack jobs. The Yautja suddenly ripped my door open and found me chained on the floor. I had a broken leg, lashes infected all over, my left eye was swollen shut and I was in a pool of my own blood. I was already dying, so I wasn't afraid of him. In fact, I was never afraid of the hunters. I admired them. I hated the fucking Marine's for encroaching on their territory. The warrior gave a tilt of his head, that clicking I was familiar with ringing through the air and started to move towards me. I don't remember anything after that, because I blacked out. I don't remember what he looked like, or if he touched me even. All I know, is that I woke up in a hospital and used a fake alias. Ever since, I've lived on my own and moved around when needed. It's been a year since that happened, and I was doing just fine. I had a best friend, a good job, and a now beautiful house... And never once had I been bothered by the Jar Heads. Popping a little pill into her mouth, she slurped water from the bathroom sink, washing her face off of any tooth paste and looked at herself in the mirror. Three small scars went across her left cheek and along her nose, and seeing them every day made rage boil in her veins. Turning off the water, she pulled her towel tighter around her body and headed out of the bathroom, turning on the morning news from her bed. It was usually quiet, but she liked to make sure every day that the outside world was somewhat sane. It was background noise as she moved around her bed and pulled out her hair gel and brush. She smoothed her hair back with her brush, making sure it was all slicked downwards then put gel along her fingers and ran them threw her hair. She let her few bangs hang out, made sure it was done and pulled off her towel to get clothing on. Her skin looked almost ravaged from a bear along her back, chest and stomach. There were lash marks, deep cut scars and burns that ruined her once beautiful tattoos. They made sure to destroy the one that was her and her brothers name in a scroll. That, plus she wasn't much to look at in her own opinion made her not want to find a man anytime soon. She only had a B cup bosom on a good day, slightly rounded hips and rear. Thats pretty much all she had going for her. Clipping her bra at the back, she pulled on her cargo pants and her job T-Shirt. "Marlo's Mechanics" it read in black on the green t-shirt. Yes, she was a mechanic and damn proud of it. 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