Alien vs. Predator (x reader)

V | The Tunnel

"There's no room for sick men on this expedition." She spoke.

"My doctors tell me the worst is behind me."

"You're not a very good liar, Mr. Weyland. Stay on the ship. We'll update you at the top of every hour."

"When you get sick, you think about your life
and how you're gonna be remembered. You know what will happen when I go? Ten percent fall in share prices. Maybe 12. That's it."

"I've heard this speech before. My dad broke his leg. He was like you. He wouldn't go back or let us stop. We reached the top, and he opened a bottle of champagne." As Lex was telling the story about her dad, you had walked up only to hear the rest.

"I had my first drink with my dad at 14,400ft. On the way down, he developed a blood clot in his leg that traveled to his lung. He suffered for four hours before dying 20 minutes from the base."

As you weren't meaning to eavesdrop, but already came over, you stood a spaced away from Lex.

"You think that's the last thing
your dad remembers? The pain? Or drinking champagne with his daughter 14,000ft in the air?"

Hearing this past about Lex brought a wave of empathy over you, and you couldn't help but to think more on when Weyland posed that question. It made you wonder, what would be your own last thoughts while dying?

"I need this."

Weyland was genuinely ready to risk it all, seeming to treat this like it would certainly be his last journey in his life. You couldn't help but to feel for him, but you pushed the sad thoughts away afterwards.

Lex turned around as if by instinct and met your eyes. She adverted her stare glancing back to Weyland before walking away.

"You've got to have a little bit of a death wish." You smiled slightly as you approached Weyland.

"Well, if this is the last thing I'll have and I die on this trip, then I want to remember it and make history while at it."

"I wonder if I can say the same later on."

...

"Come on, move."

You and the several others were climbing down the tunnel, ropes hooked and secure. The thought of what would it be like if you just slid all the way down the tunnel like a slide had crossed your mind, but of course so did the possible dangers of actually doing that. As if on cue, something snapped you from your thought.

"Shit."

"Mr. Weyland!"

"Man down!"

"Get him! Somebody get him!"

"Move it!"

"Now!"

Weyland was sliding, seeming that his rope had been broken or snapped off somehow, and everyone tried to reach for him. Lex was at the very end and she stopped his fall with the hard swing of a snow pickaxe pinned in his coat hood.

It was so ironic, and convenient, for when Weyland was talking about being close to his death, that a small incident like this happens close right after. There are no telling how many more close accidents could happen from now on.

...

Everyone had made it to the bottom now, but it was soon realized that it was completely empty.

"I don't understand it. No equipment. No sign of another team."

"Well, that tunnel didn't dig itself."

Weyland and Lex spoke with one another. So far, the question of how this tunnel appeared was now prolonged and not yet answered.

...

"Move it. Connors, get those lights up."

"We have power."

Finally, lights were on and a foreign structure came into view.

"Congratulations, Mr. Weyland. Looks like you'll be leaving your mark after all." Lex said.

"Holy shit." You mumbled.

If there was one thing about pyramids, it was the fact that are booby traps. So, why is it that no one beforehand had discussed the specific possible dangers of even going inside a pyramid, rather than just the icy dangers of getting to this one? Perhaps it was because the lot of this team were invited experts, so it would be expected that when coming upon something that everyone will be warned, but what's to say that something does go wrong?

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you all for this. Let's make history." Weyland showed his appreciation.

And now it was time invade something unknown.