Xenomorph Transformation pt1

What am I?
I feel tears build up in my eyes, and the light from another explosion below me lights up my misshapen, twisted body. The flames reflect off the black chitin coating my skeletal talons, and dances along the scythe-like blade adorning the ribbed, black tail that snakes out of my back like a twisted mockery of my spine.
There had been blood on the tip, but the rain had washed it away. It couldn’t erase the thick, coppery tang that lingered in my mouth. I put my head in my hands, closing my eyes...

Screaming with rage...

I let out a choked sob, but can’t bear to lift my head...

Two men seize my arms in their strong hands, while a third approaches. The men holding me are big, muscular; the third is older, frail looking. Unbidden my tail shoots around, sweeping one of my captors off his feet before slashing at the doctor. The blade at the tip of my tail slices through his neck like a knife through butter and his head drops to the floor, an expression of absolute terror frozen on his wrinkled features.
The guard hits the floor hard, his head smacking the floor. His partner, momentarily distracted, is no match for me. I lash out with my foot, shattering his knee with a devastating kick. He falls onto his knees, screaming with agony, before a swift punch to the throat silences him forever.
I whirl around. His partner is rising, steadying himself with one hand as he aims at me with his handgun. He is still dazed; I can see it in his eyes, hear it in his uneven breathing.
I turn and run. Gunshots ring out, bullets skating off the floor at my heels.
I count the bullets.
One, two, three, four, five...
My tail whips and dances behind me as I sprint at the wall, leaping onto an enormous computer console. A bullet tears through a cable, not two inches in front of my face. I don’t hesitate, breaking into another sprint.
Six, seven...
He has two bullets left.
A metal gantry shades me from the powerful lights on the ceiling. I leap into the air, twisting to grab the underside of the walkway. I back into the corner and freeze, slowing my hissing breath as I will myself to complete stillness.
The guard stands slowly, looking down the barrel of his handgun; he seems to have recovered from his fall. He turns, and again. He has no idea where I am, and no flashlight to reveal me.
He takes a cautious step forward.
That’s it! I think. In a dark corner of my mind, I am horrified. But this isn’t me. I’m not in control.
He advances again, slowly. Every step brings him closer to me, closer to his death.
One more step, I will him silently. He pauses and whirls around, hearing something behind him.
He steps backward, reaching for his radio...
I swoop down on him, shrieking a battle-cry more terrible than any other heard in the galaxy. He howls in helpless terror as I crash onto his shoulders, driving him onto the floor.
He tries to stand, to push me off, but my tail drives down through his shoulder like a spear, impaling him to the floor. He lifts his head and screams, and I roar at him as I strike.
My lips close around his throat, my fangs slicing through his skin like paper. I feel his carotid artery between my teeth, his blood pumping furiously. I clench my fangs and brace my hands on his shoulders before, with a savage twist...

“ATTENTION SUBJECT-12!!” a voice bellows at me. I snap my gaze up, looking straight into the spotlight of a hovering attack helicopter. The pilot looked down at me, his expression unreadable beneath his tinted visor. I alternated my gaze between him and the two M61 Vulcan rotary turrets pointed straight at me.
The two targeting lasers, mounted just above the weapons, danced around on my chest.
“SUBMIT, OR I WILL OPEN FIRE!!” the pilot shouted by way of his announcer.
I almost laughed, all sadness slowly filtering out of my system as survival instinct kicked in.
“Fat chance of that...”

To be continued...


I've never done a transformation story before, so I felt like combining it with one of the all-time great franchises and having a crack at it.
Like all my other pictures, this was hand-drawn then scanned and coloured in Photoshop. Feedback on both the image and the story would be appreciated