Authors Note: This is my take on a few of every species from Aliens and Predator movies/games living together in a large penthouse. Expect drama, action, humor, love, and much, much worse! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
"Damnit, I thought you brought your keys with you!" Jake yelled.
"I did, I swear! I don't know what happened!" Drew replied.
Drew pounded on the door, for two minutes straight. Finally, the door opened, and from behind it, Marcus stepped out. Marcus… wasn't human… he was a Xeno.
"Where the hell were you two? I thought the concert only lasted 'till 2?" Marcus asked, closing the door behind Drew and Jake.
"It did… but uh, we met a couple girls…" Jake replied.
"Oh god… you didn't catch anything, did you? Last thing we need is everyone getting something from dirty bed sheets and shit like that!" Marcus snapped.
"No, but we lost our keys." Drew said.
"No, you lost our keys…" Jake smacked Drew upside the head.
Marcus just stared at the two for a moment. Two full grown, Marines were out at 4:30 am, in a crowded city, while almost everyone else in the city slept. Two full grown Marines locked themselves out of the group penthouse. The worst part is, Marcus could smell alcohol on their breath. And his daughter was home, and asleep two rooms over. Marcus shook his head. In order to make his point, Marcus leapt on the wall, crawled onto the ceiling, and grabbed Drew. He lifted him up and stared him dead in the face.
"You two are lucky Frank isn't up, or he'd skin you alive. And I wouldn't stop him. I swear, if you two become bad influences on my sweet baby girl, I will eat your skulls. You sleep in the den tonight." Marcus whispered in a loud, threatening voice.
Marcus dropped Drew, and dropped onto the floor. He turned around, and began to walk towards his bedroom. But he was stopped by a soft whimper. To his left, towards Camille's room, he heard a door close. Standing out in the hall was none other than… Camille. His daughter, who was still in the Chest-burster stage. She was holding a stuffed doll in the shape of a Facehugger. But not any Facehugger. A Royal Facehugger, the same kind she was spawned from. Marcus sighed, and picked Camille up.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently.
"I had the dream again…" Camille replied, hugging her father.
"The one about the hunt? Alright, come on."
Marcus walked towards his room, turning slightly towards Drew and Jake. He mouthed the words "watch yourselves", and turned back around. Camille stuck her tongue out at the two "funny humans" (as she called them) and giggled. Marcus walked into his room, and closed the door. Drew and Jake stared at each other, and shivered. Suddenly, every door that led outside was locked. Drew face-palmed, and Jake swallowed hard.
The next day
Drew and Jake were both tied down, at Frank's order. Jacob, Paul, Elisa, and Lewis, all Yuatja, stood behind the couch. Ruth, Carrie, Camille, and Marcus, all Xenomorphs, stood in front. Joey, Willis, Lindsey, and Mary stood on the sides, all humans. Frank was pacing the second floor "indoor balcony" as it was addressed by many. Frank was a broad-shouldered, tall, and threatening Yuatja. And the self-declared leader of everyone who lived in the penthouse. No one disagreed with him either.
"I try so hard… to keep order in our home. That is what it takes to keep peace between us all. But you two… fools… ruined it by coming home late, drunk, and exposing a bad example for the Youngbloods. Including the youngest, Camille, barely a year and a half… what punishment shall we choose?"
"WHEEL OF SHAME!" Paul yelled, as he rushed into a backroom. He returned with a large, multi-colored spinner wheel. It had multiple labels on it.
Paul spun the wheel, and everyone watched as it spun round and round. The wheel stopped slowly.
"Oh… you fool's gotta clean the bathroom with your toothbrushes…" Paul said.
Jake stood up, and walked to Paul. "Hey Paul, can I borrow your toothbrush?"
"Sure thing!"
Marcus kneeled down next to Camille. "What do I always say about Paul?"
"He's not a role model." Camille replied quickly.
"Good girl."