From that day forward I overcame many challenges over the passing days that I had imposed on myself prior. But through all of that I made rules for myself that were pretty simple. Simple enough even a highly trained mutated marine can follow to the letter.

Rule 1; Do not go near civilian life.

Rule 2; Do not lay eggs.

Rule 3; Do not harm civilian life.

Rule 4; Do not create an army of Xenomorphs.

Rule 5; Kill any eggs I lay.

Five basic rules to live by. Now it has been several months since the man appeared in my dreams. Currently it is the summer time so I guess it must be 30 years since being turned into a beast. I watch the families to these unusual humans carry on their daily lives from the forest envying every minute they spent together. Why did I envy them? I did not know why at the time. None of these feelings made the least of all sense.

I saw a little girl come towards me holding a stick with a rounded oval shaped item being licked t by her.

"Hello," The girl said, her green antenna's swaying side to side. "Do you want to lick my Popsicle?"

I step back.

"Stay away," I hiss, my claws crunching on the leaves.

The alien girl frowns.

"The lizard dog can speak," The girl said. "What is your name?"

"Emily," I hiss.

"Emily, why don't you come to my house?" The girl asks.

Fear took over.

"NO!" I hiss louder turning away running into the forest leaving the little girl behind.

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I return to my cave, tired, and exhausted.

I come near the statue with my head lowered and my legs aching from running after a strange deer. I stop then drop beside the statue taking a sigh. My spiky armored arms are one of the things in my view other than the long thorn tail reminding me of a sword with decorations on the handle.

My eye close into the darkness.

This time I find myself on a beach in a warm summer day.

I see the man on a lawn chair wearing sun-glasses, shirtless, and had on shorts.

"Oh," The man said. "You finally dreamed of a beach."

I raise my eyebrows.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask.

"I thought you would have realized this by now," The man said. "Come on, sit down in a chair and relax. Enjoy the weather!"

I came over to the man getting in his way of the sun's view.

"I am not up for games," I said.

The man lowers the dark sunglasses.

"It starts with an 'L'," The man said. "That's what my name starts with."

"Lewis?" I said, and then a memory of a boy came to.

I was playing with this boy as a child playing tag. The words 'Tag, you are it!' came out of my younger self's mouth with her arm reached out to the boy's back playfully. My young self lightly tapped on the boy's back. Then my younger self stopped running lowering her head down towards the grass with her hands on her knees and began catching her breath.

"You are so fast, Lewis," My younger self said, between breaths.

"For being my sister, you are slower," Lewis said, laughing while running around my younger self.

Then the voice of the man brought me out of the memory.

"No," The man said. "My name is not Lewis."

"I have a brother named Lewis," I said.

"At least you are making progress regaining your memory," The man said.

I narrow my eyes towards the man.

"Tell me your name," I said.

"It ends with an 'I'," The man said. "Surely you can piece it together."

The man puts down his drink on the small round table beside his elbow.

"That is not enough," I said. "There are plenty of names that start with 'L' and end with 'I'.

"My name has four letters," The man said. "And there is also a 'K' in it."

"I am losing my patience," I said.

"Until you put the pieces together, I won't be appearing," The man said. "And to think you were a patient parent."

The man vanishes out of my sight.

Parents.

I sat down on the sand rubbing the side of my forehead feeling a headache coming around. A much older man came to my memory and so did a older woman. I had a strange feeling I am related to them but the feelings towards the older man are anger not fondness. Two names pop up in my head being 'Costner' and 'Sherrine'. I came to realize by the passing memories they are my parents.