*Note: I am not connected to Aliens, AVP, or Marvel Comics.*
Harriet Rosamund Griffith was lying in her bed. She was thinking about Henry, her boyfriend. Well, her ex-boyfriend. They had just broken up. "Just" as in "The door slammed as Henry left her apartment".
The door slammed as Henry left her apartment.
Harriet was seething with anger. She had given him the best sex ever, by his own admission! How dare he cheat on her!? If she had a knife at hand she would have gone to the window and flung it at Henry's back. Not that it would have hit him. The only way that would happen was if she aimed somewhere else. If she aimed it at him, it was more likely to bounce right back in her face than to hit him.
Harriet began to cry as she cursed Henry's big penis. She hoped whatever bitch he hooked up with next treated him like he had treated her. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the last time they had had sex, and hating herself for having enjoyed it.
As he stomped down the steps outside Harriet's porch, Henry Peterson Lovett began thinking about what to do. His parents had told him he was too old to be living at home at 34 years old. For the past 5 years he and Harriet had been great for each other. Well, at least he thought so. So what if he had been fucking some other bitch? Wasn't it enough for her to know it was best with her? Stupid bitch...
He checked his wallet, counting the bills he had managed to steal from Harriet. One, two, three hundred dollars exactly. He had about 20 dollars of his own, but even $320 wouldn't get him shit, much less an apartment. He sighed and thought about whether Harriet would take him back if he apologized. "I mean, it's only our second break-up..." he thought to himself. He was about to turn back when he heard a whistling sound coming from somewhere above him. The next thing he knew the ground shook before he was blown several yards forward, before he lost consciousness.
Harriet woke up as the entire building shook. What the fuck was that?! She ran over to the window, expecting to see Henry and getting ready to scream some more at him. "That bastard wants to come back, I'll bet" she muttered. She looked out and saw Henry fifty feet away from the center of a smoking hole in front of the building. What the hell had happened?
As soon as the meteorite had stopped sliding across the grass, the symbiote oozed out, making its way instinctively towards what happened to be Harriet's apartment.