There are two types of darkness in the world: the kind pertaining to light, and the kind pertaining to the soul. I'm intimately familiar with the latter, but right now it's the former that has my undivided attention. I seem to be floating in darkness: no ground, no walls, just darkness everywhere. This stuff is kind of like a swirling black mist that you can't see through, but if you look hard enough images start to appear. Right now, for instance, I see my mother emerging from the mists. Even though our family had lots of children, she still made me feel special. Guess she's the only person in the world I'd be willing to die for, and that says a lot coming from me.
Now she's fading and another image is appearing. This one, though, doesn't bring me happiness. It's a dark place too, but unlike my current surroundings there's order to it: walls perfectly perpendicular to the floor, bulky square objects here and there, and there's an oily smell in the air. Then there's another smell, the smell of animals, strange animals, their blood all over the place, on the walls, the square objects, on me. I can still smell their fear, the stench of the excrements they released shortly before they died, the smell of the blood. It smells like copper, a metallic tinge to it. No, not the blood, something else metallic, up ahead. More of these animals, carrying the strange smelling metal. They run towards me, and the metal suddenly changes in smell, it smells like it's burning. I can feel burning metal flying past me, flying INTO me. I feel pain, hateful pain, filling my body. They are HURTING me with the metal, the burning metal. But not killing me, only incapacitating me. They want me alive. No, I won't let you, get off of me...
NOOOO!!!! The mist is gone. I was only dreaming, just a dream. But where am I now? I am lying on a hard surface, metallic like before, but mixed with a sterile sort of smell. And there are those animals again, all around me. They are studying me, poking and prodding, hurting me. They don't use the burning metal like before, they use cold metal, so very cold, so very painful. I struggle to escape, but I am unable to move: they have secured me to the metal. First they hurt me with metal, now they trap me with it. I want to kill them, the urge overpowering me, filling me, strengthening me. I push with all my might, and suddenly I'm free of the metal. The animals are no longer calm, I can smell the fear on them. It smothers the small room we're in, coming from so many of them at once. I move quickly towards the nearest one, and moments later he is dead, his body slumping to the ground. The fear smell from the others increases, driving me wild with desire, the desire to kill, kill all of these hateful animals that would contain and hurt me.
Several more fall before me, each kill more satisfying than the last. I smell fresh air suddenly, and now there are more of the animals, entering from an opening in the wall. These don't smell afraid, so I turn on them, lunge right into them. They scatter, hitting me from all sides, trying to stop me. But they're too late, I leap out through the opening, out into a much larger room. No time to get my bearings, I run, run until I reach a large square object. I scurry atop it, and lay prone there, waiting. Soon the animals come, searching for me, trying to take me back. I'm not about to let them do that.
One makes the mistake of coming too close to my box, so I snatch him from above and drag him to his death. He never makes a sound, so quick and lethal was my attack. From my perch I can tell there are still two more of the animals below me, still searching. If I can kill them both I can make a break for the outside, if there is such a thing in this horrid place. I bide my time, and soon the two animals move close together. I leap down atop them, and after a brief struggle I lurch to my feet, their lifeless bodies lying in a heap in front of me. As I pause to catch my breath, I manage to get a whiff of fresh air. That means there's a way out. After a short passage of time and distance I reach the source of the odor, the outside world. No scent has ever smelled sweeter.
I don't bother with a plan, I just run. Upon seeing me the animals grab the metal objects again, the ones that burn. Soon the acidic smell fills the air, but this time I dodge, using my speed and reflexes to avoid the pain the metal causes. And then I'm outside, away from the animals, and rain, sweet rain, is falling on me. I reach some sort of barrier, metal again, and wasting no time leap onto it. Higher and higher I climb, the smell of burning metal and crisp rain more than enough encouragement to make it out alive. I reach the top, rain hitting me, burning metal coming nearer and nearer, and I just leap outwards. I'm floating again for what seems like forever, and suddenly everything goes black.
I come to and am startled to find myself not back with the animals, but still outside in the rain, my body lying under a large rock. Judging from the smell this whole area is covered with rocks, a quarry of sorts. I must have fallen down a hill after my leap and ended up here, hidden so that the animals couldn't find me. Which means... I'm free. Oh yes! My body may hurt all over from the fall, but it's a good kind of hurt. My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my stomach hurts, but I feel great. No, wait, I don't feel so good. In fact my stomach is starting to hurt more and more, growing in intensity, becoming more and more painful, oh, horrible, horrible pain. It's searing, burning, agonizing, and suddenly it all ends. No more pain, just this empty feeling. I pick up the scent of blood, and realize it's mine. That hollow feeling can only mean one thing: the alien inside me has finally burst free. I can feel myself slipping into oblivion, and my life flashes before my eyes: my murderous spree that garnered so much media attention, my capture in the factory after I slaughtered all those workers, the years spent in prison where I lost my sight in a laundry room fight, learning how to track and kill my fellow inmates by scent, the corporation buying me from the prison and subjecting me to the facehugger for their research, locking me away and keeping me under with drugs, and finally my last examination before this last journey of mine began.
Lying here under the rocks, the strange little creature perched on my chest and eating my right lung, I feel... denied. All this work to escape, to be free, and I end being killed by a creature no bigger than a cat. So many more people who I could have killed, if only I could murder just once again before I go. Yes, that's it: my BABY will no doubt kill many in her lifetime. I can actually SMELL the evil on her, eminating off her. Yes, she'll avenge my death. "Make your old man proud," I manage to croak as the last lights go out, a smile forever etching itself on my face. "Make me proud..."
-Doc Brown
