Ripley

Space is a lonely place.
Empty.
Black with only the distant twinkle of a star, to keep her company.    
Her crew, gone...systematically murdered one by one, by one.
Yes, it's a lonely place in space.
Her heart beat loudly in her chest.  Her breath, the only sound of a companion.
But she is strong and willful to keep going despite of the odds, of mental desperation.
She lives on, though she is alone.  And so she thinks...hopes.
But she is not, for along with her is the creature who lurks in the dark.
A creature of terrible means and intent.  A creature who seems to have only one goal,
to make this being called a human a host for the babe.  

This my friends is the part of the story where we come in.
In the deep dark blackness and solitude of space,
there is no comfort and there is no winning.
    
I promise to not labor much longer on this tail,
but I have found one other being that must be told about.  
Another has arrived on the scene.
Another, whose mandibles of death, are ever searching for a trophy to be put upon the shelf.
It has landed on this place, only to find this derelict ship,
were it will delight in the chase of two, the alien and our Ripley.
For his steadfast mission is only one,
to collect and dream of bounties it may have for tomorrows glory.
To make his name worthy to be called the Predator.

   And the line from the first movie fits these pictures to a tee.
Where is our good Ripley to escape to...because whoever wins this battle,
one thing is for sure...she loses.

"In space no one can hear you scream!"
Here we find our Ripley thinking of her days
on the planet for criminals.  A planet of lost
souls, imprisoned because of their deeds.  
There she found men who were hard to
convince with her tales, that her past, was no
dream, but a real nightmare she lived
through.  And one, most likely, none would
want to even think of as real.  Sleep came
hard for Ripley but awake or asleep she was
never at rest, for where ever she was, it was
her nightmare.
The egg that stood before her.
It was leverage to bargain with  
Mindful of her pawn, she used it as a
dividing line of love between the
creature and herself.
And so it went, the hissing and spitting
of fury from the creature. The
creatures drive, to have our Ripley as
a host for her babe.
And finally letting her go because it
knew it was better to save its pod,
than to loss it in some fruitless battle.
For now Ripley had one.  But
tomorrow would be hers.
It is plain to see what is happening in this
scene.   Our lady in distress is doing her
only possible option...to flee the scene and
escape.  But to where? Everyone knows
her answer to herself.  Nowhere.  And to
whom shall she run to...no one.  Here,
hope is not an option.  Here, sanity is a
thin red line.  Here, tomorrow is not a word
she can use as part of her vocabulary, nor
a reality she can dream of.Here tomorrow
means nothing because...in space no one
can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
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In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.
In space no one can hear you scream.