Story written by Dragonmystic @ DA. Post here because he doesn't seem interested in posting it up and I cannot think of anyway to continue the snippet. * * * * * * * * What am I to them? Am I a prisoner, bait, food, amusement, a lab rat? I sit here in my cell – can I call it that? It has no locked door that I can see, nothing to keep me restrained here. I even have a plush bed and books surrounding me as I sit here. Yet… I know if I leave this place I will most assuredly be hunted down and recaptured, or perhaps even killed. It must be a cell, I have to call it that or else I shall go mad. Perhaps I – no, I can't even

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OHaC - A Psyhic's Conversion

A PSYCHIC’S CONVERSION “NO! Let me go you monster! I will never be corrupted by you alien infestation!! I will die before I fall to you!” A young, feminine voice is heard yelling throughout the hive. Bind to the neck in thick hive resin and she wouldn’t never go unconscious like good captives do. And the drone’s patience is being tested. ‘Oh, just shut up already!’ The drone hisses directly at the young girl’s face, her inner jaw slip out. The girl flinch, but doesn’t quiet down one little bit. “Yes! Strike me! Kill me and be done with it! I won’t stand anymore seconds with you damned

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THE LETTER Hi, dad. I hope you have a chance to read this before I'm shot to dead. First of all, I'm sorry for startling you, but there is no other way. I could no longer speak the way you do. We really mean you no harm, dad, but I have to make sure we can escape before you have an army upon us. I bet you’re confused already. Yes, I'm still alive, dad. Your daughter is alive and well within the Hive. You might think we're all mind-controlled by the queen or something, but that's really not the reason. We within the Hive are all but a family. The queen loves us, and we love her in return. I am WILLINGLY staying, dad. So pl

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THE UNPLANNED The knowledge of the aliens attack had been only rumors so far. The governments and military were doing a good job at covering it up. “Unknown virus outbreak”, they said. Then move the military into the area and move everyone else out, perform a full quarantine, preventing humans entering or exit. Humans, because Xenomorphs have been able to sneak in and out of the area quite freely, but not that the humans know. True, there were several survivors, as well as the victims’ families and relatives who were suspicious of what really happen to the quarantined town. But all had been kept in a relative quiet. That is,

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THE MEETING It was not hard to convince the General that he had indeed walked amongst the alien during his ‘absence’, all traces pointed that way. It take a bit more work to convince them that most of the people who had believed to be killed are still alive, and remember it, even though they are now considered aliens themselves. It was another thing, however, to convince them of the Empress’ good intention. But with a bit of ‘convincing’ with his mental ability, they decided to give the ‘aliens’ a chance. He had finally managed to be the volunteer who will walk into the alien hive and arrange a meeting for

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THE DISCOVERY ‘Night is too dark’ was his first thought when the lights had been turned off in his cell at night a few days ago. Somehow he think he should still be able to see things better in the darkness. It almost felt like he was blind there even though he was sure it was normal…or was it? His family will come today, and so he has been moved to a less guarded area of the base. Sure, they doesn’t use handcuffs on him, but they keep eyes on him like a hawk on its prey. He could almost feel it the way guards react around him. There must be something he is missing here, something very important. Besides, he has no chanc

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THE PLAN The Empress watches her favorite Praetorian guard, a Winged One, the only one beside her which doesn't come from this planet. The Praetorian is very special indeed – he is a very rare breed of the Xenomorph, converted from a powerful Dragon race found on another planet. As far as they both know, the Xenomorphs had been trying to bring his race into their fold for a long time, but with no success. The species is far stronger than any other hunters they ever faced. Even the legendary Predator and the Ancients are no match for them one-on-one. What’s more, Xenomorphs converted from the Dragons are weaker than the originals.

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THE RESCUES The special forces broke through the fake hive walls and reached the lower area of the hive. They found lots of normal concrete rooms deep inside the hive, none of the room has doors or windows of any sort. Though most of them are relatively clean, compared to the rest of the place. They have a normal bed with a cardboard or a bookcase, sometimes with connected toilet. There are even ten rooms with, surprisingly, working computers completed with Wi-Fi network. They also rescued a dozen captives which were immediately be quarantined, scanned, and interrogated. All of them found clean of alien substances of any kind. It had been c

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THE ASSAULTS It is now time for a hunt. Eggs have been laid within the new hive’s queen chamber. Within each eggs contain not face-hugger, but the royal substance that allow transformation to xenomorph. It has no effect on the xenomorph but highly effective on other species DNA and cells. Well, that was what the Praetorian had told me before I go out on a hunt for the first time. So we drink our fill of the royal substance from the eggs, keep it within the purse in our body which use to store hive resin we drones produce. Our targets today will be poor, homeless, or drunken humans in the town – preferably those that won’t be

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