[I do not own any Predators or Aliens. ((Be cool if I did though?)) I own my characters and ideas. This is loosely based off a REALLY old role play idea I tried to start with a friend of mine. The role play failed…but the idea stuck in the back of my head. Begging to get out. So…Here we go~ Read and Review Please. ((I don't use Beta readers, prolly should but I don't understand how that really works)) Also, if you notice the inconsistency with my other stories. I start and stop them just depending on my mood. I plan on writing this one out…Like all the others…But hey, reviewing helps promote people and I'm currently on spring break. So…Without further ado…My story….Or…Chapter One…Actually, I want you to know that I don't do the whole other names for the Aliens and Predators. My knowledge comes from the movies…All I've seen are the movies…So sue me for sticking to that…and for all the misnaming of things…it's a fan fiction though.]
Chapter One: Mall Rush
Victoria Springfield was the high school's drama queen. Queen Bitch if you want. To me? Queen Bitch worked well. Who was I? The silent dork who liked theatre, art, music and literature. The 'emo' girl or 'gothic' chick. Just because I like the color black does NOT make me emo. Don't call someone Goth unless you understand it. What did Goth mean? It wasn't ALL about the black. It was about using the body as it's own art canvas of self-expression. I supported that sure, but I preferred the colors black. Sometimes others, if they were dark. Occasionally a few bright colors. Not enough to take away from the whole look of mystery I liked to give off. So you might be asking yourselves, what did I DO to deserve ridicule from the Queen Bitch? What did I do to DESERVE her attention? I got too close to her boyfriend at one time. Before John Travis was dating her. He'd been hanging out with me. Elizabeth Monroe. People call me Liz for short.
"And…Scene Two is a bit of a bore," I muttered, sitting on the edge of the stage with legs dangling from it. I had on black leggings under a plaid ((black/red combo)) mini-skirt and my black tight tee-shirt with the red words 'Bite Me' across it. My black boots were mid-shin design. I tapped an emerald green nail across the yellow legal pad in my lap as I reviewed the script my friend Terra had written for the school play. No one was in the auditorium and it was where I went to do all my thinking. I drummed my nails across the scribbles and let out a huff of frustration. I set the pad to the side and laid back, enjoying the feel of the cool floor against my back. I used to be into dance. Ballet.
"How's the play going?" a male voice called out, startling me. I sat up a bit wide-eyed and hurried to get up, thinking it was a teacher. No. Instead it was John Travis. My old best friend. I felt my heart speed up for some reason and my face getting a bit hot. What the heck?
"It's uh…going," I muttered. /Look anywhere but at him// I thought to myself, studying the floor. It was all scuffed up from use. I noticed he was wearing those thick work boots. My eyes traveled up those usually torn and scruffy jeans of his, up to his white t-shirt that pulled a bit tight over his muscles and then to his face. Oh. His face. Flawless to me. A slightly large nose with had a small bulge possibly from a fight. Mischievous green eyes peered out from under light sandy blonde hair. Nicely tanned skin from long days out working bare shirted at his dad's ranch. Oh. He'd also gotten taller. How long had it been? Considering we were seniors this year, and Victoria had claimed him in the 9th grade. We'd known each other since kindergarten. He had that mischievous smile on his face.
"Oh? Need any help?" he asked, with that slightly southern drawl to it. Something you were born with and couldn't get rid of. Not me. I'd escaped that. Luckily.
"n-no," I stammered quickly, tucking a violet strand of hair behind an ear of mine. I swallowed nervously as well. I had on my black lace fingerless gloves today. My skin looked ghost-white in comparison to his Godly features. When had he grown so attractively? Gone from cute to…knock dead gorgeous. He stole my breath away. Victoria was lucky. Silence was following. "Uh, Isn't Icky Vicky going to miss you?" I demanded, unable to keep the venom from my voice. His light chuckle startled me.
"Well Liz," he murmured in that deep voice of his, trailing a finger down my right arm lightly. I swear I was going to burst into flames. "If we were-"
"JOHN? WHERE THE HELL ARE Y-?" Victoria started to shout, storming into the auditorium. She froze when she saw us. Flame red hair to the small of her back, deep shades of amber orbs planted perfectly above a small little nose and soft lips. She'd touched up on her makeup. One slender eyebrow rose almost challengingly above her eye. "Well John, I'm surprised to find you here…We have to get to the mall remember?" She walked over to us, hips swaying with just the right amount of 'ah' to them. She wore designer clothes. She looked like a goddess tossed down to Earth. It wasn't fair. She had a fair complexion. That light creamy skin people die for. She entwined an arm with John's. "Oh…hello Elizabeth," she sneered, making my name sound like something had died," Didn't see you there…" she let out a fake little laugh," John and I must get going…Can't spend time…wasting." She gave me a poisonous smile before walking off with John attached to her. I suppressed a sigh.
The mall. Stone Mall. Just like Stone High was our school. Sheesh. With a name like that, what did you expect from the majority of the student body? But the special thing about this mall-besides the fact that Victoria's dad was mayor and had it built for her-well the special thing…Oh, I already said didn't I? Well, this mall is a huge deal in our small simple town of…how many idiots? 2,000? Maybe? It was a small town. So the mall was a big deal. For a bit. Sure, some people went out of their way to go to it. But there weren't usually many people there. High school teens hung out after school in the food court to dine out on pizza. Not healthy but it's what we did. I thought about it. There wasn't anything too special about it right? Just that people on occasion hung out there….Like John.
: : Want to hang out? : : My cell buzzed with a text from none-other-than my best friend Terra. I smiled, picking up my stuff.
: : Sure. But where at? : : I text back as quickly as I can as I head for my ride. A simple truck of simple design. It was practically falling apart anyways. My cell buzzes again in my pocket and I actually have to dig for it, also trying to find the keys to said truck.
: : My house?…or try the mall? : : I make a face at her text. Her mansion of a house or the huge mall of sheer boredom? A second text interrupts my musings. : : Sorry. Brain lag. How about we just chill out at the park tonight? : : I smile.
: :Sure thing…See you in a few: :
: :OH! Bring the script. We'll review it: : I suppressed an inward groan. OF COURSE she'd want to go over that thing. I'd told her over and over that play writing just wasn't meant for her. Did she ever listen to me? No.
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Crash landing. Not exactly what they had in mind when they'd hit the atmosphere. Unfortunately, neither of them knew how to FLY this contraption called a ship. They'd borrowed it for a small 'joy-ride' when they'd received the broadcast that some xenomorphs were loose on Earth. So the first thing a couple of Youngblood Yautija did while they were cruising the system is head for Earth. They too wanted to prove their worth against the steadily growing breed of Xenomorphs. They bred like…. Rh'vage tilted his head back in thought. Vis'chus spared him a side-long glance. Rh'vage shook his head slightly to let the younger of the two know he was fine. No need to worry Vis'chus about this. Rh'vage had spent time learning of Xenomorphs. He was an expert in that area. Almost. He wasn't an expert in Earth. That was Vis'chus. The genius on Ooman. Ha. They were like insects. Destroying themselves. The Yautija would NEVER be like that. Ever.
"Something bothers you brother," Vis'chus stated, staring at the screen before him. Star charts. His mask sat upon his lap and his clawed hands nervously twitched on them. They were prepared for this. Considering the rite of passage for them was only in a few times pass. All they had to do was wait. But they couldn't. The two wanted to experience the world. They'd get it when the Elders found out. But they wouldn't find out soon would they? Hah. In fact, the two would be praised when they returned from cleaning up this little incident at Earth. What was the worst that could happen?
That's what he'd thought before they'd crash landed. Was that what it was called? Systems screamed alerts at him as he picked himself up from the ground where he'd been thrown due to the rough landing. His head was hurting up something fierce. He glanced around for Vis'chus. Where could the younger one have gone? He quickly attached his mask, still furious. What had gone wrong? They'd preprogrammed the flight in. Proper course and…He roared in anger. Of course. The star charts had seemed off…They probably hadn't been updated. This whole piece of junk of a ship needed to be scrapped. No need to worry about that. He needed to find his brother. And judging from the amount of green sticky blood everywhere, he needed to find him fast. He stepped out of the remainder of their ship, scanning his surroundings. No signs of life nearby….or…He smacked his mask before the readings changed. Two heat sources…but no brother. How long had he been out after that crash?
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"That's so…romantic," Terra said dreamily from where she swung lightly back and forth from the swing. The full moon was out and lit up the entire park, creating an almost dream-like feel to it. I laid in the grass beside the swing set with the script out. I'd been reading it aloud for Terra. She wasn't being much help, and it was her senior project. Not mine. I glanced over at her. She had dark brown hair and chestnut hair that hung into her face with little curls. She had the overall appearance of a much younger girl than eighteen years. She looked closer to fifteen. She had on jeans and a light blue jacket over a white t-shirt. Something snapped a tree limb close by, startling us. Terra leapt quickly out of the swing and closer to me, staring off into the darkness. "What was that?"
"Meh…probably a stray animal," I muttered, scratching out another line of dialogue with my pen. I was using my side backpack as a pillow. Another tree limb snapped, louder and closer. My pen paused amidst its scribbling. I could tell that Terra was starting to get a little terrified. "Jeez…no reason to be Terra-fied…" I smiled at her and she glared at me.
"I'm not joking….There's something…out there," she said staring out at the woods. Suddenly she screeched," SEE THAT?" She was pointing wildly into the tree line. I sat up to look.
"What?" I snapped, not seeing anything but trees and…something really tall thing heading for us. "I don't see any….Oh…That's….not normal…" I scrambled up quickly. The thing had to be at least seven feet tall. I was almost six but not quite. Terra was five exactly. I grabbed her hand and we ran for my truck. I was out of there before I realized neither of us had gotten a good look at whatever it was. Oh well. Didn't matter. Then I realized I'd left my purse. Oh COME ON. "Shit…"
"What?" Terra asked terrified. She was still turned around in her seat staring at the back window as we continued down the street.
"Nothing…I just….left my purse," I muttered. Her eyes widened. "I've gotta go get it…"
"But-" She started.
"Don't worry…I'll drop you off first," I reassured her as we continued onwards to her house. She didn't seem reassured but climbed out anyways.
"Uh….be safe…and uh…call me when you get home kay?" she asked me and I nodded. Anything to get her to stop worrying. I turned the truck around and headed back to the park. What had that thing been? Some really tall person creeping around the woods at night. Right~
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Rh'vage was getting pretty fed up with this backwater of a planet. Earth. What kind of name was that? His dreadlocks swished around as he continued onwards. Where was his brother? Surely the idiot hadn't thought he could take on the Xenomorphs by himself…especially not injured…It was this fact that worried him most. His brother didn't operate well under pain. His scans indicated two small ooman females were nearby. Now, all he had to do was go and ask for directions. Access to a star chart. Maybe some tools to repair his ship or material. Even something to eat. His audio sensors picked up their conversation even before he got into a range where they would hear him. If they could.
"Yeah…So, this part where this girl…Good god woman…What kind of name is that?" one of them snapped. At least the voice wasn't screechy like the other ooman recordings were. It was a bit low and soft.
"AW! I worked hard on that!" Another one protested. This voice grated on him. High-pitched and whiny. Ugh. Just like that stupid ooman recording.
"That doesn't mean anything," the one with the gentle voice continued. It soothed him oddly enough and he felt drawn to it. But he supposed that could have something to do with his massive headache. "Now…No one can start to RELATE to the characters if they have unpronounceable names…" Something that sounded like a sigh.
"Can't you do it for me?" the one with the grating voice whined. Oh, how he wanted to vaporize her right then and there. Anything to stop his headache.
"No…I can't," the soothing one muttered almost amused. He could almost sense her smug smile. "Now…I think in the second scene…Instead of outright kissing her…he should lead her on a bit…Talk about how his mother's doing better…all the while getting closer to her…" The girl's voice had dropped done to a tone he understood. Much like when the Elders were attempting to paint a picture with their words about some great battle scene. "So close…they almost touch…she looks away…but back…drawn in by his words…unable to stop the growing attraction…She leans forward…Their lips brush-"
"That's so…romantic," the other whispered, seeming a bit breathless. At least her voice no longer grated. He stepped on a tree limb he hadn't noticed and it snapped audibly. "What was that?" Scratch that. Her voice would always be annoying. All ooman had annoying voices.
"Meh…probably a stray animal," the other one said dismissively. He could see she was laying down, writing on something. In his haste to get there, he stepped on another limb. Damn this forest. "Jeez…no reason to be Terra-fied…" She continued jokingly.
"I'm not joking….There's something…out there," she said staring out at the woods. Suddenly she screeched," SEE THAT?" She was pointing wildly into the tree line. At him of course. Was he visible?
"What?" the other one snapped sitting up. Obviously irritated. She seemed to be looking for something. Then spotted him. "I don't see any….Oh…That's….not normal…" The two scrambled away hurriedly. Okay. He wasn't cloaked. Idiot. He hit the cloaking mechanism. The two hopped into some type of transportation system and were soon gone. He spotted that the soothing voice had left some type of…device? A satchel? What was it that female ooman kept on them? Purse? Yes…Purse. She'd left her purse for him. He quickly went through it. Seeking some type of identification. Ooman had those. Right? His claws found what they were seeking. A flimsy plastic card with a picture and…information. Elizabeth Monroe. Seventeen Years of age. 130 pounds. 5' 7". Lived…128 Singer Road. Now…where was that? He left with the purse. Not considering the fact that the young ooman female might return for it. He had to find his brother.
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"Where the hell is it?" I demanded, searching the area for a purse. I combed the ground, using the flashlight from my truck. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. That creep must've taken my purse. It had my wallet and license in it. That had my address on it. This didn't worry me as much as it should probably. I could just call the police later. It's not like I had any money in it, and hey…maybe they'd return it. I had a hairbrush and some chap stick in it. Also some gum. I'd miss the gum. Then there was my nail polish. The ruby red one. I sighed and went back to my scruffy red pick-up truck. I climbed into it, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel when suddenly the back of my truck bounced as something heavy landed on it. I whirled around, peering into the dark. Seeing nothing. Then…something greenish? Glowing almost. I climbed back out of my truck, swallowing nervously.
The green gunk was splattered in the back of my truck. I poked a finger out and tentatively poked the stuff. It felt a little warm and was definitely liquid. I rubbed my fingers together to feel it. Yeah. It looked like a glow stick mixed with some type of jelly. I felt the corner of my lips pull into a bit of a smile at the thought then frowned. How had it gotten there. I glanced at my back tires, noting that they looked much like something very heavy was resting in my truck. What in the world? Then I noticed it. The glow in the dark streak in the air. That's where the stuff was coming from. I climbed up into the back of my truck and noticed that the streak moved. Was this possible? Then a horn honked, startling me. I whirled around and spotted the mustang that John drove around. Usually with Victoria though. However this time he was alone. I forget about the busted glow stick problem immediately.
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Rh'vage was dead when I found him. Or, he would be if I knew where he was. How would he die? By the angry hands of Vis'chus. That's for sure. I'd wounded my left thigh somehow during our crash land. How was I suppose to know that Rh'vage had no flight experience? Yes, he wasn't much older than I but he was OLDER which meant he was suppose to be more responsible than me. Instead, it seemed more and more like I was the one cleaning up his messes. All because of his boredom. His boredom had lead us here. What had been a simple flight through another stupid galaxy…all because of some stupid call about Xenomorphs. Alas. My anger is misplaced. This world had done nothing to really extract my rage. In fact, I was somehow alive BECAUSE of it.
I growled from beneath my mask, checking that my cloaking mechanism was engaged. Knowing Rh'vage the idiot hadn't activated it. How was he the first one awake? Okay…I admit I'd been awake…I'd exited the ship…and what do you know? I found an Xenomorph lurking. A freaking queen for that matter. She'd attacked me, that dumb tail of hers. I personally hated Xenomorphs but didn't really know anything about them. That was Rh'vage. His department of expertise. They just looked…icky. Bodily secretions just oozing out everywhere. Gah. No wonder the Elder Council was doing their best to be rid of them. We use to have rite of passages based on survival of these guys. Not anymore. Well…some of us did. Anyway, I'd gotten injured…and had woken up with the injury still bleeding and a massive ache in my chest. I suppose that's what I get for breathing the air on this planet. My mask hadn't been attached for that long. It'd been dark. No one was around. I'd even made it to the Ooman…park. It's like a thing for very young Ooman to entertain themselves at. Yes. I was an expert on this planet. My throat hurt, another problem from the atmospheric levels. I think. Although…couldn't we survive without our masks for a bit. Yeah. So why did my chest hurt? Just small twinges, nothing major right now. I dismissed it.
Someone's truck pulled up as I was following the residual markings my brother had left here. He'd been in contact with ooman. Surprisingly…I bet he was trying to ask for directions. Ugh. My chest felt tighter and the wound in my thigh was still dripping. I needed to get it treated. The young female ooman who climbed out had a flashlight and was searching the ground where my brother had recently been. Looking for something.
"Where the hell is it?" the ooman snapped defensively. I was at least a little glad she didn't sound like the training recordings. If you believed those to be what ooman females sounded like…then you'd never visit earth again. She was getting back inside her transportation vehicle. Ah. Here was my chance to get a ride. It would save the strain on my thigh wound. I leapt up effortlessly landed on the back of the truck. It shook a bit under my weight but I was cloaked. I saw terrified eyes searching the darkness. As if looking straight through me. In a way she was. She seemed to spot something and climbed out. I crouched in the truck, knowing she couldn't see me but amazed that she was this close to someone who could end her life. She couldn't see me…she couldn't see me. Her fingers slid through some of my luminescent blood and she held it close to look at. Oh. She couldn't see me…but she could definitely see that. Her eyes flicked to me. Startling me, but no. She was looking at my wound that was glowing. You have to hate physiology. She climbed up into the bed of the truck seeming to try and get a closer look. I shifted away just a bit and her eyes followed my movement.
Okay. Okay. Now what? I couldn't kill her. Where's the honor in that? She's defenseless…unless I pretend that the flashlight is a weapon. Who am I kidding? I can't pretend that tiny pencil stick of fake light was a weap-A horn blared interrupting my train of the thoughts. The ooman female whirled around, eyes seeking the source. That's right little human. Go on…Get off the truck. I spotted a male ooman. I wasn't one to judge appearances. Ooman kind of blended to me. Different colors, same basic shape. Not much distinguish. I let out a sigh and relaxed in the bed of the truck, keeping an eye on her.
"Oh…hey…John…uh…Where's…icky vi-I mean, Victoria?" the young ooman said quickly. The heat signatures in my visor were changing as I watched where the blood seemed to concentrate. For the female ooman…Her face was lighting up a blazing white in my vision. Why would all the blood go to her face? Was this a…oh right. Human emotional response. Anger…and…embarrassment? Or…something. I racked my brain trying to remember that lesson on Human emotions. I knew some had bad judgment. Something about always doing stuff they shouldn't. Occasionally they got lucky…A sharp pain in my chest cut me off and I rubbed at it. Why did it hurt like that? Maybe the crash had damaged more of me than I really wanted to admit. I took a deep rattling breath. I needed to find my brother. Stupid Ooman. Stupid Xenomorph. Stupid Rh'vage….I drifted off into unconsciousness.
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