Aliens Short Story Comp!

[pants]

This is a short story competition set in the Aliens Universe.  Stories have to be longer than 500 words but shorter than 2000 and all stories have to be set in the Aliens universe.

However apart from that you can go nuts!

So who's in?

[Nick]

Ok here is my entry.

444 words.

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Absent

It was silent. Real silent. She could hear her own hearbeats pounding in her ears. Her mouth dry and tongue sticky. Carefully she took a step over the large black pools of blood that covered the floor. Long drag marks could be seen disappearing in the darkness in front of her. In the light of her dying shoulder light she saw mystical burn marks on the bulk heads. It looked almost like it had melted - what could possibly have the temperature to make bulkhead melt like butter - Thermite? Perhaps it had something to do with the poor light? Her communicator suddenly buzzes as it picked up something. Startled. For a brief moment she felt hope. But it died with the silence that quickly fade back in again. Her fingertips prickling with the surge of adrenaline.

She lost contact with her squad several hours ago. On her  own she was  trying to make her  way back to the hangers - And the relative safety of the Dropship. But when the power went out she got lost. No map, no food and 95 rounds left in her pulse rifle. She lost her entire combat webbing, including the well needed spare clips, jumping over a bottomless shaft two corridors back. She shivered remembering how long it took until she heard the impact of the webbing.

Things were not looking too bright. Alone and lost. Her hands bathing in sweat. The 10mm pulse rifle rested uneasily in her fingerless gloves. The rifle was her lifeline, something to hold on to for dear life. Drop it and she dies - Slowly and painfully. As they did.

Her shoulder mounted flashlight finally starts to fade out. With rising anxiety she helplessly watched the darkness creep closer and closer. It looked like black water slowly pouring in from all directions. She is drowning. Panic! She starts running with warm tears rolling down her face.

She reached out and touched the right wall with her hand as she ran, desperately trying to keep her direction as she ran. The other hand held out in front as a brace - But to no good. She struck something, falling to the floor. Hard. Her pulse rifle skittering away down the corridor. Adrenaline pumping. Choking anxiety. Desperately clawing after her pulse rifle. She couldn’t find it! Her fingers scraping the metal grating. With a gasp she suddenly stopped, holding her breath. Listening. Seconds ticking by as she tried to fine tune her senses. Her heartbeats pounding her ears like a steam hammer. A low pitched hiss was heard above her in the darkness - She was not alone in the corridor anymore.

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Copyright US Colonial Marines RPG

[pants]

That was an excellent start!  Anybody think they can top Nicks effort? 

[Pale Rider]

Hmmm, seems I need to write something for this. Will try to work something up for tomorrow.

[pants]

I'll try and write something as well this week.  Can't let Nick get all the glory!

[Nick]

Hmmm, seems I need to write something for this. Will try to work something up for tomorrow.

Hey Pale, good to see You.

//N

[pants]

Ok this is just a brain burst idea for a short story so consider this a work in progress...

A cell ain't the best place to start a story but when you ain't got a choice about where you're stuck you gotta make do with what you've got.  So there I was sharing a cell with a big black son of a gun by the name of Bucky.  Bucky was probably the biggest man I've ever seen.  He was close to seven foot tall and weighed at least four hundred pounds and it wasn't all fat.

Fortunately for me Bucky was a friend of mine ever since I jumped in to help him when a bunch of Meat Eaters jumped him.  Usually in the joint you don't ever help nobody but them damn cannibals piss me off something fierce so it was a pleasure to off a couple of them while helping out my cellmate.

Anyway Bucky was going on as he usually did about how he was going to eat the biggest damn burger you ever saw when he got out of the Pit.  The Pit is what us cell bunnies call this place but it's better known as the Virdalis High Security Penitentionary smack dab on the outskirts of the city of New Hope on the Alteran colony.

It's the place the worst of the worst get sent to.  Anybody inside it's walls is only leaving one way - feet first.  I'm not entirely sure what Bucky did but I know for a fact that he's never going to get to eat that burger.

Anyway I let him drone on cause when he's talking I know he's not planning on trying to stab me in my sleep.  Hey I might have saved him from getting eaten but that don't make him somebody I want to turn my back on. 

Well during Buckys rambling I must've fallen asleep cause the next thing I know Buckys yelling at me to wake up cause somethings happening.  Soon as I'm awake I know something bads going on cause I can hear the screams.  They're the kind of screams that you hear when somebodies flat out terrified and about to die ugly.  I know them screams cause I've been responsible for them before.

Everybody in the block starts yelling and hollering trying to find out whats going on, I figure somebody is gonna tell us whats going on so theres no use going looking for trouble so I lay back down on my bunk and try to ignore all the screaming and yelling and try to head back to sleepytown.  Bucky on the other hand is joining in with all the yelling and carrying on but he's not making much sense so nobody bothers answering him.
More to come...