[Author's Note: Hello all. Thank you for joining me on the journey of a sequel. I left you with quite the little surprising ending in the first book didn't I? Never mind that now, at least you made it here alive. Ah. Here's the disclaimer: I do not own Alien or Predator. I am not making money off of this. In fact, I may even be LOSING money on this. XD. But I am gaining writing experience and some wonderful critics. I ask again that you SIGN in, so that I can respond personally to any and all reviews directed at me. Again, the Author's note is here to explain some things about the story for you.
The Molt: Something I made up COMPLETELY, so please don't steal without permission. I promise I'll let people use it if they tell me when and where. I plan on going into SO much more detail about that in this sequel. It's going to be rated M for a BIG reason. I'll try to warn people in the Author's note at the beginning when those things will be happening okay…. Now… Where was I… Oh yes.
I notice that a few people seem to have something against Terra as a character. Well, oh well. Sometimes you DON'T like people in life. Terra is one of those people, but she's my character and I'm going to have FUN developing her. So get over it. You weren't told you HAD to read the story. *shrugs* There's this little red X at the top right-hand corner of the screen that's VERY clickable okay? Now, without further ado. Enjoy the first chapter to this story.]
Chapter One: The beginning
"Hey Liz…Prom is in like… a few days," Terra said as they started home on their way from the high school. She had her wavy dark brown hair pinned back off her face by a black beret. Her dark brown eyes were like molten chocolate as she gave her companion a quizzical look beneath long lashes. Her skin had a nice healthy glow to it, and had reached the color of lightly toasted bread. A rich golden-brown color like a mocha with a few extra shots of cream. She had on a dark blue blouse that dipped in a V neckline and had ruffled sleeves. Her pants were bellbottoms and peeking out on her feet where designer black boots. She had only one strap of her navy-blue backpack on her arm. Dangling from her ears were black feathers on silver chains. She wore a light rose shade of lipstick and a thin coat of mascara.
"Yeah. Your point?" the companion demanded in a low uncaring tone of voice. She had short black hair with bangs that hung over her left eye and Porcelain doll skin that seemed to cry out for want of light. Icy blue eyes met the brown ones with a disregarding air. Liz wore a black shirt that hung down off her shoulders to wrap around her chest with sleeves that came down to about mid-palm. Underneath it, she wore a black bra, and the straps were visible to anyone who even glanced at her. On her right shoulder there was a very prominent scarring, seeming almost randomly placed to the casual observer but to those who knew…It symbolized something much greater. She had on tight black skinny jeans that were tucked into combat boots, and even had a skull side backpack. Her nails were painted black but the finger nail polish was chipped and in due for a good touch up. Her ears were pierced twice in the lobes and at least three times at the top ridge going downwards. The left side of her nose was also pierced, and she had on black lipstick along with a ton of black mascara. Snaking around her waist was a chain belt and around her neck, she had a black choker with a red cross.
"Who are you going with? Tommy asked me to the dance…I'm totally going with him," Terra said quickly in a high-pitched voice, batting her eyelashes and rolling her eyes slightly as she licked her bottom lip in dreamy bliss of the aforementioned boy. "He has a mustang by the way…A MUSTANG."
"What's so epic about a mustang?" Liz asked, still with the same neutral and uncaring tone of voice she'd been using. She acted as if she didn't have a real care for life.
"Well, in Dooms-ville…They might not know that a mustang is where people shack it up after Prom for the AFTER-PARTY," Terra murmured, giving her friend an unbelieving look, "Come on…you have to know what I'm talking about…it's what proms ALL about." Still no reaction from Liz that showed that she even knew what the other girl was talking about. "ELIZABETH MONROE! I'm talking about getting LAID here!" The brunette said, throwing her arms up into the air, "That's what proms all about…the delicious, animalistic, and hardcore sex afterwards…So, who are YOU going with?" Liz looked away, biting on her bottom lip in a nervous gesture.
"I wasn't planning on going…I was going to stay home…read a book…or play some video games," Liz muttered and glanced at her friend worriedly when she screeched.
"You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me!" Terra screamed in utter disbelief. "Oh my god…you aren't…oh my god…CHILD…where have you BEEN?" She quickly placed the back of her palm onto Liz's forehead. "No…no fever…Come on…hasn't SOMEONE caught your eye? I mean…you hang out with such a weird crew…maybe SOMEONE'S interested in you-OH! Here comes Damien…He's dreamy~!" A 1990 Pontiac Firebird Formula car pulled up, a dark red paint color.
"Hey ladies," a white male called out from the car. He had shaggy dark brown hair and similar brown eyes. He was pretty buff under his tight-white shirt and his black leather jacket. He'd slowed down so that he was cruising alongside them.
"Hello Damien~!" Terra called out with a wink, but his attention seemed fixed on Elizabeth as she walked with her head down and her books clutched tightly to her chest.
"So…Liz, right?" He called out. She nodded meekly, not looking over at him. "You got a date to the Prom yet?" She shook her head. "How 'bout you and me go together? Hm? A good looking girl like you with a pretty decent looking guy like me? Yeah? How about that?" She said nothing and Terra looked like she was going to die from holding in her squealing. Liz gave a slight shrug, as if she wasn't sure. "Hm? You got other plans or something?" She shook her head quickly. "Alright…Then I don't see a problem…I'll pick you up around… 8? That good?" A quick nod of her head and his engine roared as he sped off down the road.
"Oh…my…god," Terra gasped and then squealed like an idiot, "HOW DID YOU DO IT?"
"…Quiet charms," Elizabeth replied, with a slight smug grin.
"you DOG you! OOOH! If I had anywhere NEAR the talent you've got!" Terra screeched, jerking on her friends arm," Tell me you have a dress picked out!" Liz shook her head no, "NO? Then we are GOING SHOPPING! IMMEDIATELY!"
"I…thought I'd just pick something out to wear," Elizabeth admitted quietly.
"Just…pick…something…out," Terra mumbled, giving Liz a look like she was going to kill her, "Sweetheart…I did NOT just hear that come out of your mouth did I? No. Good. I thought I was imagining that. Prom's a night where you dress your best…and give people a glowing IMPRESSION about yourself. We are going shopping, and I'm doing up your hair…Yeah…as little hair as you've GOT…I guess we can just straighten it…and get it OUT of your face…sheesh…" She flicked her friend's bangs as she spoke. "It's like you're trying to hide behind there…What happened to you?" Liz gave her a confused look. "You know…you were all Warrior on me at the mall—"
"Don't Terra. Don't bring it up…It's all about forgetting and moving on," Liz muttered darkly, giving Terra a dark look, "Don't bring it up again. Please. Just drop it."
"So…you wanna pretend like it never happened?" Terra asked confused, her eyes widening slightly, "You've got to be kidding me…I'm NOT forgetting about them…and you shouldn't EITHER. We survived that…and what happened?" Terra demanded, tapping her own chest, "I think I got a lot from that."
"You became one of the 'popular' kids…Terra…since Victoria died," Liz muttered, looking away" "You've changed Terra…for the worse…"
"What? No I haven't! I'm still me!" Terra shouted as if Liz had accused her of killing puppy dogs for fun. "No way." Liz shook her head slowly.
"You're all about fashion…and looks…and guys," Elizabeth continued on, "It's all about the latest gossip with you. You aren't the same. You've changed…"
"I'm still your friend," Terra put in, as if stressing a point, "I'm still here for you…you know what you did? Instead of moving on, and ENJOYING life like you should…you've retreated into yourself. You're a shell of what you use to be, which wasn't much to begin with." Terra snapped, hurtfully with a slight sneer, "I'm trying to help you out here, so you can get laid…and experience things like they are suppose to be. Not so that you can just sink into yourself and become some sort of pitiful mess of a quiet shy girl who accomplishes NOTHING. That's what you are…NOTHING. Me? I'm going places! I'm moving up the chain…You? You're nothing. You're going to become part of the wall…forgotten by everyone. Me? I'm making an IMPRESSION, leaving my name on the world." She shook her head, seeming to get angry, "You know what. You do what you want to get ready for Prom. I don't care. I hope we don't even SEE each other." She stormed off, her designer boots clicking on the ground in a huff. Elizabeth sighed, seeming to become more depressed than she had been earlier as she made her way home.
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"THE NERVE OF HER!" Terra shrieked, slinging her front door open. It banged against the wall and the maid scurried to hide somewhere until Terra was done. "MOTHER! MOTHER!" She shrieked in as high-pitched a tone as she could muster. There was a clicking of a door somewhere on the second floor before Terra's mom descended the stairs. She had mousey gray-streaked black hair piled up on her head and pinned into place. Her red business suit seemed out of place with how tired she appeared and her skin was the color of dark chocolate.
"Yes darling?" her mother questioned, fiddling with her watch.
"Oh hi mom," Terra said, snaking forward to peck a kiss on her mom's cheek, "…I honestly forgot what I wanted…"
"Your dress came in today…along with your heels…will you need anything else for this…prom night? Whatever it is?" her mother asked, heading over to a table where a briefcase perched waiting for her. She picked it up, seeming to be simply asking the questions out of duty rather than personal interest.
"Not that I know of," Terra replied honestly with a slight roll of her eyes.
"Well good…I'm off…They want me in California for something…I've got to fly out today, and I should be back in a few days. Nina the maid is here, so get her if you need anything and I'll be back as soon as I can, sweetie," Her mom said, and kissed her cheek, "Have a good time at this dance thingy…and use protection if you need it."
"Yes mother," Terra said rolling her eyes with a depressed sigh and heading off into the kitchen to rummage in the refrigerator for a snack. The fact that Elizabeth had accused her of changing, and taking over Icky Vicky's place had her mad…It also left a sour taste in her mouth. Not that it was true though. It couldn't be true. She was the same. It was just that Liz had sunken so far into herself that it just appeared that Terra was a completely different person. Yeah. That had to be it. She finally settled on an apple from the bowl of fruits on the kitchen counter and headed upstairs to her room. That's when she discovered she had a problem.
A major problem. See. She had a secret. Yes, she'd survived being in a mall trapped with a bunch of psycho cat-aliens trying to kill her and three buff Yautja men who she still admired but she'd done something very bad. She'd kept one of the cat-aliens as a pet. It was different then all the ones in the mall who'd attacked her. This one was also intelligent. It hadn't killed Terra, and it'd even stayed in her walk-in closet. Well. That's where the problem came in. Her closet door was broken off, hanging by its top hinge and her window had been smashed open by something getting out.
Yeah. There was now another alien on the loose. She rubbed at her temples with a deep breath. It couldn't get that bad right? All she had to do was go out and look for it. Not like it could somehow reproduce right? Only queens could do that? And prom was in two nights. All she had to do was find it, and stick it in the shed or something. That would do. She dropped her backpack on the floor and grabbed her purse before heading down into the woods to try and find her pet-Alien before any harm was done.
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Alright, so telling off her only friend probably hadn't been a good idea. Liz sighed as she made her way home the rest of the way by herself. She didn't really want to go to Prom. She still didn't see what the big idea was. She made it to her front door and stood on tiptoes, feeling the top of the door frame for the key, which she used to unlock the house before putting it back up in its place. She glanced around quickly with slight paranoia before slamming the door shut and locking it. Dead-bolt in place, she relaxed slightly before heading to the kitchen where she slipped her backpack off onto the kitchen counter. She grabbed a pear from the fruit bowl in the cabinet and snacked on it as she thought about prom.
It was a big night for seniors at high school for some reason. Liz had always just attributed that to the fact that couples got to dress up really fancy and take pictures as they hung out with each other. Not that it made a lot of sense to her to waste that much time and money on something she deemed stupid. Who cared about dressing up all pretty and paying some fine just to dance in the school gym for a night? Maybe she was missing it. Perhaps it had to do with what Terra said…Getting Laid. That was sex. Not the forced kind of awkward incest rape her father had always partaken in. This was sex that was mutual. Two people fucking for the simple pleasure of being in each other's company. But what was the point if it was simply your high school or college that you were most likely never going to see again in life. A one-night stand or something? That didn't make too much sense to her. She took another bite out of the pear, absent-mindedly swiping at her chin as the sticky sweet juice dribbled down her chin. Was she going to get laid? Did she even want to get laid?
It might be good for her. She needed to get over this…repulsion to getting physical with people. So many people had died at the mall…People she didn't even know. All because of a gas explosion. She rubbed at her temples as her head throbbed. Yeah. Side-effects of the explosion. The doctor had said she would suffer some side-effects and had given her anti-anxiety pills, along with some stuff for depression. She wasn't sure if they were helping but she dutifully took them. She had even gone to a counselor who had sent her to the doctor to get prescriptions to help her cope with whatever had happened at the mall. So she was coping. She'd become a little bit withdrawn, so Terra's words were true but she was coping with things. An explosion had killed Daniel, someone she could've possibly gone somewhere with in the future. She sighed, tossing the remainder of the pear in the trash as she lost her sense of taste for it. So much for that. She washed her hands off in the sink and toweled them off roughly. She'd made up her mind. She would have sex with Damien and she would enjoy it.
She made her way to her room and started going through her closet. She didn't have much money really, so she was going to have to make her own dress. Shouldn't be too hard. She fished out a black corset she had and then fished out a few random skirts of hers. Her black strapped heels would look good with what she had in mind. She fished out her sketchbook and with a pencil started to outline what she wanted. She would use the corset as a tight-fitting bodice to accent the narrowness of her waistline, the flare of her hips and the natural curve of her breasts. She would use some of the lacy material from the black skirt to create a slight loop from the top corner of the corset to go around her upper shoulders where they would then be able to kind of sit on air over her shoulders in the end like puffy sleeve-straps in a way. The rest of the skirts would be butchered to create a mini-A-line version of a skirt wrap that wouldn't be very long in the front but would sweep down partially in the back to create the allure from behind of having a decent-length dress. She could do all the alterations herself with no problem. Her makeup wouldn't be that hard to do either. Considering her dress was going to be mostly black with some accents of white see-through lace, she planned on going with her blood-red lipstick and heavy mascara. She'd repaint her nails black obviously and then tip them with white.
The dress would leave her shoulders practically naked along with her legs. The perfect combination for a male with desire for female touch. She smirked as she began butchering the skirts, tearing out the previous stitching in them. They had long since served their purpose and now would be reborn in a unique manner. She had to stop to go fetch the proper resources to begin the alterations, which consisted of the scissors and the needle and thread. She would hand-sew her entire dress together. She had to pause once again to go fetch the measuring tape so she could make sure her cuts were precise to her body structure. Only then was she completely satisfied with her master-piece. She slipped out of her clothes and into her dress and twirled around in plain view of her full-length mirror to take in the end-piece. It was perfect. Absolutely stunning. Just wait until Damien got a good-look at her, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.
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"Here Kitty-kitty…come on you stupid overgrown mutated iguana pet," Terra growled under her breath as she walked through the woods with her flash-light, trying to find her lost 'pet'. No luck at all. Her curls were springing free of the pin she'd put them up in earlier and she kept having to tuck the fly-aways behind her ear. She scowled, glaring into the trees around her as the sky continued to darken. That was making the woods extremely dark too. "Okay. FINE! You want to stay out in the woods tonight? Fine by me! I have more important things to worry about then your freaking ass freezing out here!" She stomped away, unimpressed by her mutant-kats decision to run away from her. It wasn't fair. Today had definitely NOT gone anything like she had planned.
She made it back to her house in pretty decent shape, a little flustered and wanting a nice long relaxing soak in the tub. Nina was preparing dinner when she slid the back doors open to come in. The house smelled great….warm…inviting…not at ALL like something her mother could possibly get done on her own. That's why they had a maid. Nina was more a mother to her then her own mother. The short, plump Hispanic woman was humming under her breath as she stirred something that sizzled in the pan. The aroma was thick in the air and heavenly. Terra's stomach growled slightly and Nina turned to her with a kind smile, the one that crinkled the corners of her eyes.
"Go now child. Clean up. This will be done by the time you finish with your soak," the woman told her, and made a gesture to the stairs, "I took the liberty of drawing some bath water for you already. Go. Go."
"Thank you, Nina," Terra said with a slight bow of her head before heading upstairs to the large luxurious bathing room up there. Sure enough, she could smell jasmine hovering in the air mixed with traces of lavender. She stripped her clothes off, heading for the huge bathtub and dipped her toe in to test the water. Steam rose from it in large swirls and she allowed herself to sink in quickly with a slight hiss as the hot water washed over her. She hadn't realized how tense she really was. It was that stupid demon cat's fault. She didn't need to be stressed. She needed to concentrate on being pretty. She sighed, sinking down into the frothy bubbles that adorned the top of the steaming water and relaxed her mind. There was even faint music playing in the background. Nina was too kind to her.
She really needed to think about Prom. She'd ordered a dress online and shoes to match. Special delivery and all. It was going to be a very special night. Very special indeed. Her dress was a beautiful cream color with a wrap around neck style opening to a diamond cross cut on her chest to the belt-like pattern around her waist. Her back would be bare as there were no sleeves on the thing and then there was a large slit up the right side. Her shoes were a see-through plastic-like material. As for her hair, she planned on doing a bunch of elaborate braids and pinning them up in a fancy up-do on her head. Her makeup would be simple enough, but she would be stunning to say the least. She really hoped Tommy-boy would be able to please her as well as she was fantasizing. Her fingers, which had rested on the rim of the bathtub slipped into the water and to her thighs. Gently resting there before sliding slowly up, her manicured nails tracing circular patterns over her skin as she made her way up to belly button. Her eyes were pressed shut gently as she imagined the night she would have. She'd have to warn Tommy not to get too rough until her dress was off safely. It had cost quite a lot of money, and she would hate to see it get ruined over some hot passionate love making. One of her fingertips gently massaged her clit as she slipped into blissful thoughts of self-stimulation. Sure, it wasn't much but it helped.
[Author's End Note: I totally planned on making this particular chapter longer… Totally, but I decided I'd leave the FUN-bits for the next chapter. Oh yeah. If the ENDING wasn't a slight tip-off to how the REST of this story will go, I don't know WHAT will be expected in a full-out smutty scene of some sort. Yeah. That MIGHT be in here, maybe not in LOADS of detail…maybe. As for a sexually active girl, PLEASING herself slightly in a long bath-tub? I don't know if people REALLY do that. Yes. I'm a female. No, I'm not sexually active. Not even really attracted to that whole 'sex-drive' sht. I also don't know ANYTHING about people stimulating themselves other than what I've read in a few stories or what my friends have shared with me. So sorry. I DID warn you guys. I hope you've enjoyed the first installation to this story. Thanks again to Khalthar for agreeing to stick with my story and be my wonderful beta again, without you. I wouldn't have flourished, and I sure as HELL wouldn't have finished the first story. Hope you guys enjoyed and PLEASE leave me a review somewhere.]
Some random other end note: This chapter was done a VERY long aft time ago, but I never got around to posting it up because I vowed to have chapter two and three done by the time this one went up. I break my promises easily. HELLO WORLD. Take a peek right? Please review okay?