Disclaimer: 20th Century Fox (Not me) owns all rights to Predator, Predator 2, and Alien vs. Predator. But I do own the characters in this story.

I suggest that you read 'Sometimes Things Happen before reading this. It might make things more clear, I'm not entirely sure. :-)

First couple chapters are going to be reintroducing the two characters and establishing their personalities, more about their past and yadda, yadda, yadda. The action will indubitably start later on in the story.

She was sitting on her couch with visions of penguins dancing in her head. She was startled out of her reverie when there was a knock on her door. She and her cat both emitted a low growl and she went to the peephole. What she saw disturbed her. There was a man dressed in a dark grey suit, dark sunglasses and a black tie taking up valuable space on her porch. She made a face at him through the peephole accompanied by a collection of hand gestures that weren't in the least bit appropriate then opened the door and gave him a big fake smile.

"I took the blue pill."

He looked at her totally caught off guard and confused by her statement. She saw that look of realization dance onto his face and he laughed.

"We appreciate that very much."

She realized she was still smiling. She put her hand on her mouth and literally wiped the smile off her face.

"So . . .what?"

"Are you Strife?"

She patted herself down and put her hands to her face.

"Why yes I am."

"I'm special agent Gein with the FBI."

Strife smiled cheerily.

"Are you related to Ed Gein?"

He didn't think it was as funny as Strife did and she could tell by the disapproving look he gave her. It was meant to mean 'cooperate or I'll make your life hell'. She stopped smiling and dropped her eyes to the ground and crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, it's just a weird coincidence."

"Coikidink, eh? All right."

She shrugged and glanced at him to silently ask again what he wanted.

"I have a few questions for you."

"I figured so, I didn't think you were here to give me money or flowers."

Strife didn't like this guy, he was too serious. He reminded her a lot of Drok'ti. She suddenly caught herself wondering where old grumpy no pants was these days. The FBI dude as she now dubbed him was looking at her seriously. She smiled at him again.

"What can I do for you today?"

"Sources say that you were seen talking to something in an alley five months ago. Would you care to tell me about that?"

Strife laughed. Apparently this guy didn't know a thing about her and what the people in this city thought of her.

"I was most likely talking to myself Mr. FBI guy."

"Special agent Gein."

"Seriously Mr. FBI guy, everyone around here knows my situation and they've learned to accept it. Except maybe you who is really starting to bum me out."

"What situation?"

"I'm clinically insane."

She said as she smiled warmly at him all the while clenching her jaws and fingers until they hurt.

"Do you have any documentation stating this?"

"Do you mean do I have a get out of the loony bin free card? Yes I do."

He didn't laugh anymore. She didn't want him to now. She didn't like him and was being a little shit to spite him. A cooperative little shit to be exact. She skipped into her room to get the signed documents stating her mental conditions. She handed them to the FBI dude and he started looking through them.

"So why are you here at home then?"

"The next page states that I'm not a threat to society, myself or anyone around me and that I can be free to frolic about as I wish."

He handed the papers back to Strife and looked her over once. She sighed audibly and leaned against the doorway to show him her disinterest in their pathetic exchange of words.

"So you were talking to yourself."

"Probably."

"What do you mean probably?"

"A lot has happened over five months. I don't remember where I was on a particular day at a particular time and what I was discussing with myself."

He took one last look at Strife and smiled at her with that fake smile of his. She wanted to rip his face off and stomp on it. As he turned and walked away Strife made more gestures at him then slammed the door. She started pacing in front of the door glancing sideways at it menacingly as if it had done something to insult her and she was getting ready to bludgeon it.

"Stupid mother fucking god damned authority figures and their stupid heads up their stupid asses."

She suddenly stopped pacing with the ferocity and restlessness of a caged tiger and straightened up.

"I want some Koolaid!"

She bolted into her kitchen and started dancing around while making her Koolaid. Once that was taken care of she cleaned up the kitchen until it was spotless and everything was perfect.

"Much better."

Having discussed her mental state with Mr. FBI douche bag she started thinking of the time before her mental state had irrevocably diminished to where it was at the moment. She had a life back then and friends. She would go places, do things, talk to real people instead of just her cat. She wasn't saying that her cat wasn't a real person or anything, he just rarely answered her and she found that a little frustrating.

She sat on her couch sipping her Koolaid and staring into the past. She sort of missed being clinically not insane. The perks ofbeing insane were great though. You could talk to yourself and people would just say 'oh it's ok, it's just the little insane girl' and move right along. Before she was dubbed as insane she had talked to herself and people would frown at her. So much frowning happened before. Now people react so much differently. They just smile sympathetically.

"That really honks me off! I don't need sympathy!"

She looked at her cat and smiled. Her mind wandered again to Drok'ti. She was curious about where his adventures had taken him. Next time he gets ready to leave, she's going with him. That's if he ever comes back.

"Of course he will! He has to of realized by now that I have his knife."

And she did. He had left so suddenly that morning that he had indeed forgotten his junk. She went to her room and pulled the knife out from under her mattress. It was a little longer than her forearm and very shiny and sharp. She had cut herself on it while stashing it under her mattress. She stared at the knife for a long time thinking about Drok'ti and willing him to return for his knife and to hang out with her. He was after all, her best friend.