A/N: I don't own the Predator or Alien ANYTHING. 20th Century Fox does, the bastards. :P
A/N: YES, YES! I have finally begun updating this story. I'm currently working on re-vamping the fifteen chapters I have posted now before I continue. As this was my first attempt at a story, I found it lacking...severely. So now, with all that I've learned thus far, I will begin re-working this to meet my standards. The first one up and updated is Chapter 1. Be patient with me ladies and gents. Please! LOL Please Review and let me know what you think of the first chapter. Thanks!
Chapter 1 ( Where the hell...)
This can't be right. I've already been down this hall, haven't I? Adara Giovanni asked herself as she looked down the dimly lit hallway of the massive Yautja vessel. Throughout the several years she'd spent on the ship, she was not yet familiar with every level.
Not because she had no desire to be, but because those in charge had a rather strict code. Unless one was found worthy, a warrior could not progress to the "honored" levels without threat of being killed.
Of course, Adara wasn't in the present situation because she was considered in any way worthy. She in fact was at the current level because she'd been made someone messenger girl. This of course wasn't the worse task to be handed, but it wasn't the most prestigious.
At the moment, Adara was simply cursing her miserable sense of direction when it came to the network of intricate hallways that seemed to be the staple of EVERY level she'd visited to date. It seemed that every time she went to do an errand, it was as if they purposely sent her to a place on the ship she didn't know. Most of the time she spent her days watching out for the kids. Though she wasn't trusted with meal preparation, she was trusted enough to tend to the orphaned young.
That was not the case today. Today, Nayarit, the dominant and therefore commanding alpha female had decided that Adara would make deliveries for her. Adara had fairly jumped in appreciation. Though the Yautja women laughed at her contained excitement. They could not understand how she could get excited over such a degrading task.
Adara didn't care. She would have to deliver a simple box to the Alpha male on the ship. A simple little four by four box, perfect right? She'd be able to get away from the violence that is child rearing and get on to the violence that is approaching a Yautja male. She'd much prefer dealing with someone she could physically
At the present moment though, Adara was regretting her eagerness in accepting the task. How could she return and ask for help? How could she return to the women's level, period. She didn't in which direction the lift lay, and she couldn't very well go knocking at every door on the level without having a great many furious Yautja men threatening to beat her to death.
No doubt Nayarit had purposely sent her there. Adara scoffed. If this was Nayarit's idea of a joke...Adara certainly wasn't laughing. Adara turned around and started walking down the corridor from which she'd came once again, her onyx, knee length braid swishing with the movement. Adara thought to herself, Well, the worse that can happen is that I die here... Hmm, no, no I don't think I wanna die in this fucking ship. So better get the hell out of here somehow. Though, knowing the men here, I'm on my bloody own.
Mouse turned the corner, heading toward his quarters. He'd just finished winning the challenge he'd been issued. The young children who'd issued the challenge had earnestly thought they'd defeat him. The younglings thought that because they completed their trials and because Mouse was smaller than most of them, he'd be easy pickings.
Life's a bitch that way, Mouse thought to himself. Those boys learned not to underestimate him . . . . Mouse purred to himself wondering how long it would take another group of high strung youth's to make the same boast. His upper left mandibles twitched with suppressed amusement or perhaps it was anticipation. Mouse had to admit; he enjoyed putting those boys in their place.
As a matter of fact, he'd enjoyed it since he was a boy. He, unlike most male Yautja children had been deemed less and more likely to fail in any trail. This label had inspired him to become more. Mating had become a second thought to him. Proving himself stronger, faster, smarter than those other young men his age had been his only motivation.
Mouse turned left, down the last turn to his private rooms when he spotted Adara standing there looking around aimlessly. He sighed. It seemed that the female Yautja ruling over the ship kept putting Adara in hazardous situations on purpose. Surprise surprise he thought. Those women were petty and far too involved in making those below themselves' lives difficult.
The girl had not noticed him yet. Mouse wondered how long she'd last alive, or in fact, how she'd come to be on the ship if she couldn't hear the simplest of sounds. He stepped forward casually, with that arrogant gait he usually had when approaching her. Knowing full well that she'd come to realize who was coming towards her soon enough.
Adara turned to look to her left, she saw Mouse coming towards her. What the hell was he doing here? She thought. Last she remembered this wasn't the Warrior's level. At least, she wasn't supposed to be. Oh lord . . . she probably ended up here by accident. Great, they'll think she's stupid and with no sense of direction now. She turned to him and cleared her throat. "Mouse . . . " She spoke in his language of course. "I..." Adara didn't get to finish her sentence.
"Let me guess, you're lost again?" he chuckled with amusement. "Why doesn't that surprise me Little One?" Mouse said in a rather condescending tone.
Adara frowns, "Because you're mean spirited and the only way you can make yourself feel better is through laughing at the coin 'Ooman' girl?" she smirked at that and thought, Give that one your best shot Mickey . . . She crossed her arms and tilted to one side, resting all of her weight on her left leg.
Mouse growled low in his throat, a menacing sound for sure, but Adara wasn't fooled, nor was she intimidated. "You have a tendency of biting off more than you can take Little One, you're going to end up getting yourself hurt . . . or killed...in your case." He chuckled and kept walking, walking past her at his own pace.
"After all, you're the one who's lost . . . aren't you?" He added with a dark chuckle. He was laughing at her, amused at her constant misfortune of not knowing the damn floor plans to the ship.
"All right, so I'm lost! It's not like I'm going to get any help from the likes of YOU! For all you know I'm suppose to deliver this to you, but since you're being...difficult. Ugh, never mind. If I were a Yautja female you'd be ALL over it. No doubt because you'd think you'd get some. Asshole!" Adara screamed out as she turned on her booted heel and stomped off away from him. She wasn't even certain in what direction she was headed. All she knew at the moment was that any place was better than standing next to Mouse.
Mouse for a few seconds just stared at her in shock and surprise. His mandibles went slack with shock, his mouth gaping open. The girl had NEVER lashed out at anyone before. In fact, it was often commented that she was probably too stupid to talk. He narrowed his eyes and growled out, walking briskly after her, if anything he thought, he's going to get her off this level, she shouldn't be here. Stupid...very very stupid. Mouse thought.
What Adara didn't know is she was already heading to trouble. She went through a wider corridor, that was marked and a lot more decorated than the others. She was so angry she hadn't even noticed the door's markings. She opened it, thinking that is was one of the lifts that took her to another level. But no, no, it wasn't a lift . . . she gulped. It was the Alpha Male's private quarters... and well...he was BUSY. Rome, the Alpha male roared at her in fury as she quickly stumbled back and scurried out of the room so fast, she had not needed another warning. She sprinted around the corner only to slam into Mouse, right up against his chest plate, knocking herself out.
Mouse sighed as he caught her before she hit the ground. Rome came out in a fury and turned the corner to look at Mouse. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING DOING HERE!" He roared at Mouse as if he were the culprit behind Adara's presence there.
Mouse shook his head curtly and said, "I do not know, I did not bring her."
Rome snorted in disgust and said, "Take it back to the women's level, and do it now. I don't want her here...stupid thing can't bother to read...it's a miracle itself that she's still alive...GO!" He commanded Mouse curtly.
"Yes...father..." Mouse said as he took Adara into his arms and started walking towards the lift. What a day, he thought as he pulled Adara along. He should have left her alone and walked on, now he's seen as her caretaker, he hoped no other Yautja spotted him carrying her, which would be far TOO embarrassing and shameful.
Adara slowly starts to wake; she opened her eyes slowly, only to feel a pair of arms around her. She didn't want to see who it was, she truly didn't. She had a feeling it was going to be Mouse. For some strange unknown reason, life seemed to find it fit to have her humiliated right in front of him. Well at least it wasn't anyone new. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Mouse studying her intently. She swallowed and tried to shift out of his arms.
"No, you're not going anywhere... you'll probably end up going into another Elder's private rooms next...what then? Not even passing out could save you then." Mouse said with much contempt.
This angered Adara, "Put me down, just put me down, I don't need you reprimanding me, I'm doing it enough already. Beside, if you'd helped me out instead of LAUGHING at me, I wouldn't have been in that position!" she shook her head. "You know what, forget it, just, show me where I can get on a lift to go back to the women, I...oh fuck!" she screamed.
Mouse growled out, "My hearing will never be the same... what!" he asked impatiently. What else could be the matter with the girl. She seemed to either be lost or screaming at the top of her lungs. It was amazing that anyone put up with her.
"I don't have the box, I dropped the bloody box in Rome's room, fuck, fuck fuck!" she buried her face in her hands and closed her eyes. "What else could go wrong?" her voice actually cracked as she said that.
Mouse was surprised and shocked; he set her down on her feet and took several steps back. He never did know how to handle a woman, who...cried. Adara looked up at him away from her hands, she'd forgotten who she was around.
She shook her head quickly and turned around. "Don't worry, I won't dissolve into hysterics...I'll get the box back on my own . . . which way is his private quarters in?" She asked in a defeated tone.
"No Adara, . . . you're not going alone . . . " Mouse found himself saying, he tried to explain himself, "Uh, Rome wanted you off this level, he charged me with doing it. So, until you're off the level, I have to stay with you . . .. " he sighed out frustrated.Mouse certainly hoped that at one point or another he would get his reward for putting up with the wayward creature. She was by far more trouble than she was worth.
"Great... well, I need to get that box back...I can't go back to women without having delivered it...so I'm stuck with you, until I get it back... trust me. It annoys me as much as it annoys you." Adara really hadn't meant that. She was starting to feel the affects of having nobody liked her and she had no friends. For someone who'd grown up around 9 brothers and sisters, it was hard to take.
Her brows furrowed together in thought. "Perhaps you can get the box for me, that way I'll be out of your hair and you can go back to whatever you were doing..." Adara said hopefully.
Mouse sighed; "It's worth a shot...come on..." he started heading back towards Rome's place. Hopefully, Rome was feeling generous.