Going Down Kicking and Screaming
I
Life couldn't have been better, right here, right now. I was preparing to graduate from High School and soon after head off to the United States Military. Words couldn't express how content and excited I was, like any other adolescent my age getting ready to face the world, head on. My GPA was decent for the most part– In the sense that college was still an open option –, I had a game plan after High School that I was driven to stay committed to. Yep, head on, definitely.
I just returned home from the movie theater with friends– Best to bond as much as humanly possible before we all went our separate way, I, more so, seeing as I'm the only one who decided the life of a soldier and therefore wouldn't have time to mingle from time to time –and immediately greeted my parents, let them know that I survived my first outing, (They're control-freaks, seriously, wouldn't let me go anywhere) before I raced to my room and booted up my laptop.
Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo, Deviantart, Fanaticfiction, (A/N: Changed the name for the purpose of this story) always in that order. The only reason I still regularly used my Yahoo was to keep in touch with friends I don't see on a regular basis and receive notifications from Fanaticfiction. The only two people I chat with on Yahoo anymore were these two girls I befriended my freshmen year, so whenever I had anything in my inbox I knew it would be one or the other.
This particular E-mail was from one of the two girls I mentioned prior named Adele Rousseau. We met when I was a freshman, and she a senior. By now she would be 22. We have long since parted– Obviously –yet up until now we have kept in close-contact, via E-mail.
Her E-mail was short and simple, this time.
Call me as soon as you get this, it's very important.
We didn't really talk on the phone seeing as her work and my senior year kept us both very busy, but now, since things have tremendously slowed down on my end I wouldn't mind whatsoever. Even if the situation was different and I was neck-deep in homework, a essay due at exactly 11:59 pm, and a project expected complete the very next day, I would still give a ring seeing as she labeled it as urgent.
At first, our conversation the first we've had in months started off innocent enough. Your typical greeting, how-you-doing, and then she cut right to the chase.
"Ever thought of going to Antarctica before?"
I smiled, thinking nothing of it, seeing as we always talked about traveling places before without much severity.
"Um, not exactly. I mean, I've thought about it, before. All that snow. It would be a nice change, for once. You already know how high and dry it is over here in Texas already."
She laughed.
"Yeah, I do. Well, I'm going to stop beating around the bush here and just come outright with what I'm trying to get at. Would you like to go to Antarctica with me?"
I could have sworn I misheard her saying something silly like "would you like to go to Antarctica with me", just now.
"Pardon, are you pulling my leg here? Did you say what I think you just said?"
"You heard right, and I don't mean to rush your decision or anything, but I need your answer right now. The expedition begins the day after tomorrow."
My brain felt like mush, I was greatly overwhelmed with this knowledge.
"-and before you give a definite answer I'd just like to point out the pros first."
"Okay, shoot."
"Tat, this–" she stopped for moment "–This expedition will probably be the highpoint of my career. The paycheck afterwards will satisfy me and my future children. That is how much this guy– Mr. Weyland –(She corrected) is raining out money more then we can catch and pocket."
Another stuffy rich guy, was all that came to mind. Bet he has people drooling at his heel and kissing his polished shoes, too.
"That's wonderful, Adele. Where do I come in, exactly?"
"Oh, sorry, I was getting to that. So, on this expedition we are allowed to bring a person of our choice with us, you see. I thought, hell, no better than Tat. It would be a perfect learning experience for you, a free meal-ticket to Antarctica, and also, I do believe you will receive a cut in the riches afterwards. Oh, not to mention you'd be able to see my pretty face, after three long years, wouldn't that be grand?"
She was laughing before she even got to finish her last few words.
I smiled. "Oh yeah, almost forgot about that last one," I joked along.
"So, what do you say? Are you still going straight into the Military like you said you were going to, after High School."
"Well, yeah, but I'm kind of "on-wait". Three months, to be exact."
"See, three months. I'm sure you can spare a week to go on this expedition. Think of it as an adventure! I know you can't turn down something like that."
Oh, she knew how to milk me into getting exactly what she wanted, too.
"Okay! I'll do it, I'll do it. Though, I don't know how my parents will take me telling them that I'm going to another country under such short notice."
"I'll pray that they won't smash you through a wall". That made me pale. "I'll tell Maxwell of you right away. Hopefully transportation will be arranged for you very soon. When I say "very soon" I mean in a matter of hours you might see a helicopter in your front yard, with a guy dressed in a tuxedo waving at you like a pedophile. Don't run, that will just be Maxwell."
She laughed, which I assumed was a joke, I hoped.
"If this guy was smart he wouldn't come within a feet of this 100 degree weather dressed in a tux." I muttered. "Okay, is there anything else I should know about?"
"Hm, well, I got a haircut."
Yes, this story will go off of Aliens/Predators. No, Adele is not mine. She is from the actual movie. You'll remember her as the girl with the spiky, blonde hair.
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