Dwayne Hicks (weareleaving) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-09-12 11:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, dwayne hicks, ellen ripley |
Who: Dwayne Hicks & Ellen Ripley
When: 9 September (backdated)
Where: Hicks' apartment
What: Ain't nightmares a drag?
Rating: TDB
He was back on LV-426. Hicks would recognise it anywhere. He’d spent too much time there and too much had happened to ever forget. He was walking along the corridors of the main colony building, pulse rifle in one hand, motion detector in the other. The steady beat of the motion detector rang in his ear, a strange comfort. The corridors were empty as he patrolled and despite his frosty alertness, a calmness settled over him. The corridors of the colony buildings suddenly morphed into the rounded maze of the aliens’ creation. He tensed, the calm slipping away, and swung around, pulse rifle at the ready, his eyes darting everywhere as he listened to the ping-ping-ping from the motion detector, waiting for it to change. It didn’t take long. A quick glance down showed multiple signals and he started backing away then when the swarm of aliens appeared in the corridor ahead, he turned and ran. The alien architecture flashed passed in a blur and he soon lost his way. The only constant was the urgent beat of the motion detector pushing him onward, the snarl and hiss of the aliens behind him and the sound of his laboured breathing. Suddenly, the corridor opened up into a room and he came to a halt. There, right in front of him, embedded in the wall, was Apone. “Sarge,” he whispered. Apone’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Hicks, pain and anguish predominant. “Kill me,” he whispered. Before Hicks could move, Apone convulsed, once, twice then his chest burst in a shower of blood, a screeching baby alien visible in the ruins. A gasping cry from behind him caused him to whirl around and there was Drake pinned to the wall. As he watched, helpless, Drake convulsed and birthed another alien. Another turn, there was Dietrich. Another, there was Frost. Wierzbowski. Vasquez. Crowe. Ferro. One by one, their chests burst, blood spraying everywhere. Then he turned again. “Ripley,” he said in horror. He was standing at the base of a giant smelter. Above, so far above and so far out of reach, stood Ripley. She stood on the edge of the smelter and as he watched, so far below and so helpless, she fell… Hicks jerked upright in his bed with an anguished shout of “No!” His breath caught in his throat as he came fully awake and realised it had just been a dream. Something that might have been a sob or perhaps just a sound of relief clawed its way out of his throat. He was trembling and sweating as he ran a hand down his face and tried to shake away the remnants of the nightmare. |