Dream Journal [2013|1|15]
Some Xenomorphs were owned by the company and used to engineer some super-soldiers.
Most Xenomorphs were still alive in the wild and all people depended on an unnamed form of professional who had the power to calm and control them with song. This protected their towns and cities. My family line was one of these "Singers". I was the only boy. There was my grandmother, my mother and me. During an invasion, I fought valiantly with a flow of calm such that my grandmother saw fit to teach me her most powerful song, which summoned up an army of warrior xenomorphs to fight for me. My grandmother died and my mother trained to take her place.
The company finally kidnapped all of us onto a orbiting fortress in an attempt to learn the secrets that would grant them access to an ancient portal system inside our planet leading to pocket dimensions of supposedly unlimited resources. The person in-charge of the interrogation was a squat, portly woman with a sunhat and tight-fitting business suit and long-skirt. She pulled us into a chamber with a horrible machine made of a wall with cuffs on it to bind a person down as it moved from right to left. And a divider-wall that came up to waist-height stood 3 feet away from it with 2 foot-long knives arranged in sickening symmetry. When activated, the back wall would slowly move right to left, and the divider wall would rhythmically stab its whole self into the legs of the shackled. It would shred their lower appendages more and more with each stroke, until they looked like shredded bloody pork.
The interrogator asked people one-by-one what they knew about a secret project within the company to breed super-humans using alien DNA; it was by escaping from this project that my grandmother had come to our new home-planet and begun the colony there. I somehow had genetic memories of the event which I experienced in dreams. The first two men who were interrogated knew nothing, but I did not know them and they sputtered and cried until she shredded their legs. The third person was a boy of Hispanic ethnicity whom I did know; he was my good friend. As he was strapped to the wall, I told him solidly to "tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth". He nodded and remained calm as he explained every rumor he had ever heard about the project and its involvement on the planet.
Meanwhile, Abby was in the holding cells below us and strangled a guard passing by with her hair, unlocked her cell and proceeded to release the others as they made their way to the elevators.
Back in our room, the woman nodded at everything my friend had said and then told her subordinates to start the machine for him. I stood up in rage and screamed that he had been honest and cooperative, and that he could not be punished for it. She explained that all of us were going to have our legs shredded, whether we complied or not, just to ensure we do not escape in the future. At this I took a deep breath and began humming my grandmother's song with a mixture of inner peace of intense hate and malice. Suddenly shrieks began sounding from all parts of the deck as Xenomorph warriors appeared out of their holding cells and some out of the shadows. The woman recognized my song somehow and ordered me killed while she drew her guard-less rapier. I backed away into the shadows and continued humming with renewed passion....
Battle waged mercilessly between the woman, her henchmen, her genomorphs and myself, my people and our xenomorphs. I used a bow and arrows to strike from a far while the woman had a sniper-auto-shotgun. Suddenly flashback to the birth of my daughter as I realized I was to be the only man in our line of singers. My daughter was beautiful and I pledged myself to her. Her mother refused to raise her with me. Flash-forward to present and I meet-up with my daughter as she arrives from the elevators with Abby and her army/gang. She is terrified of the Xenomorphs, but I encourage her to remain calm and feel the flow of their combat, the flow of their life. No Xenomorph would strike her if she became like them in their motion.
I made the woman my target and loosed a few arrows that were blocked by a warrior's carapace that passed in front of her. She took notice and got to higher ground to attempt to snipe me first. I spun under the ledge she stood on and notched an arrow that i knew had to strike her before she could shoot me. I lunged out and fired at her position as she shot at mine, we both missed. We began frantically shooting at each other without great accuracy until she jumped off the ledge and crashed into me, I dropped my bow, she her gun. She pulled out her rapier and tried to decapitate me. I held onto two arrows from my quiver and held her rapier at bay with one arrowhead while I raised the other up and struck her in the eye. She didnt flinch once even as I stabbed her 3-4 times in her right-eye with my arrowhead, even though I saw the blood in her socket. I spun counter-clockwise to pull her rapier through and free up my left-hand's arrowhead. I then stabbed her in both her eyes right in the pupil. She grunted angrily and tried to do the same to me with some needles that she extended out of her gloves. She did not reach my eyes in this dimension, in others, she did....
We won the battle and I sat with my daughter, encouraging her as she explained that my mother had taught her a song during the battle. I was sad, but proud of her innate skill, though undemonstrated. I hugged her tightly and spoke words of promise and encouragement. I was suddenly 27-30 years old. Our quest continued now to find the portals beneath us and seal them forever. I went through one and woke up....I think.
