Chappie Two already! Woohoo! I'm gonna try to make this one longer. Perhaps I might even get another chapter in! Enjoy!
"There you go," Andy handed the elderly woman her medicine. As she left Andy called, "Have a nice day!" with a smile.
His eyes wandered up to the clock ticking away on the wall. It read 10: 51. Andy sighed. Just nine more minutes and he could go home to his awaiting sister. Hopefully, she was asleep though. He had promised her he would be home around five. If she was still awake he would never hear the end of it.
"Hey, Andy," his manager's voice piped up. He turned to see the bubbling blonde smiling at him. "Why don't you head on home?"
"Oh no, its all right Diana." Andy assured her, smiling back. "I only have about five more minutes." He shrugged, "Besides, I need the money."
Diana didn't looked convinced but shrugged anyway.
Finally, Andy was able to clock out and say good night to everyone. He pulled on his coat and made his way home. He didn't have enough money to buy a car. Taking care of the apartment bills was too much as it was. It's not like it was a big deal; his work was close anyway, about a fourth of a mile. Department stores were closer than that. So, really, there was no need for a car, though it would be nice to have one.
Approaching his apartment entrance he paused, key already out. Something wasn't right. His bedroom light was on. It was never on when he wasn't home.
Furrowing his brow, he unlocked the front door. He was welcomed with the usual sight of the living room and entry to the kitchen. He set his laptop -which he uses to take online college courses during his lunch break at work- on the loveseat. He shrugged off his coat as he called, "Jess, I'm home."
He heard something crash in one of the two rooms in the hallway then rushing footsteps. His younger twin appeared, long hair tangled and frantic. Her clothes, which consisted of a black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans, looked wrinkled and askew. She was breathing heavily, as though she had just ran a marathon.
She smiled awkwardly and nervously greeted, "Welcome home, brother."
Andy immediately became suspicious. Why was she like that? Did she let a boy in? Were they…?
No.
Jessica wasn't like that.
"What happened?"
Silence.
"Jessica?"
An audible gulp answered him this time. "I'm sorry, Andy, it's just that he felt injured and I couldn't stand by and do nothing. I-"
She was interrupted by another crash and Andy started rushing to her bedroom. Jessica was babbling on behind him, trying to explain. He flew the door open and froze, eyes growing wide.
Jessica's room was a complete disaster. Her bedside table was flipped, a broken lamp and clock laying beside it. Her handmade drawings were either ripped, crooked, or no longer hanging on the wall. Books were cluttered on top of each other on the floor from her bookshelves.
Green liquid was splattered on her walls and floor. And, now that Andy actually looked, Jessica's hands were practically painted with it.
But the one thing that made Andy speechless and made his breath hitch was the bulky, green humanoid laying on his sister's bed.
Dreadlocks reached to the creature's armored shoulders. Netting covered its entire body while a chest plate covered it's abs. A loincloth covered its groin and reached to its knees. Boots were placed on its feet. Claws. Reptilian skin. It was all there.
However, the mask was what was the most intimidating. Scars could be seen at every angle and curve. Andy shivered when he knew he felt the eyes behind that mask watching him.
Andy swallowed thickly. What was this thing? What was it doing in his sister's room?
Andy turned to his twin. She was staring blankly ahead. He looked back at the creature and noticed for the first time the big gash wound on its chest spewing out neon green liquid. Andy could only assume it was blood.
Andy grabbed his sister's arm and pulled her with him outside of the room, making sure to pull the door shut behind him.
"What is that thing, Jess? What is it doing in our home?" Andy was shaking. Not that anyone could blame him. It's not everyday you come home to an alien sleeping in your little sister's bedroom.
Jess, however, seemed unfazed. As though there WASN'T a humanoid crashing in her room. But, then again, she was also blind. So it was possible she didn't know that that thing wasn't human.
"Relax," she began. "I was sitting in my room reading when I heard a loud crash. I heard car alarms go off and got curious. So, I grabbed my stick, threw on my coat and went to investigate." She was saying this as though it was what happened everyday. As though it were normal. "I found myself wandering in the woods just behind our apartment building when my stick hit something metal. I reached out and felt it. It was really cold. Then I felt my way around and came to, what I guessed, was a doorway. I went inside and tripped over something. Come to find out it was just him," she nodded her head in the direction of her room, "laying on the ground, injured. So, naturally, I helped him up and took him here. I'm trying to help heal his wound but you know…being blind and all." She finished her story with a shrug.
Andy gaped at her then asked cautiously, "Do you know what it -he is?"
Jess thought for a minute, "Judging by the way that he communicates and the feel of his skin, I'd say some sort of alien."
Oh. So, she DID know it was an alien. Huh.
Either that or she just, at that moment, realized all that.
"Please, Andy," Jess suddenly said, sounding as though she was about to burst into tears, "please, we have to help him. He won't stop bleeding and I can't help him because I'm blind." She lifted her head as though to try and meet his eyes and Andy could see nothing but sadness swimming in her gray orbs.
Sighing, Andy said, "All right, but if he kills me or lays a scratch in you, he's out." He left no room for questions as he made his way to the bathroom grabbing a bottle of peroxide, a washcloth, and two rolls of bandages.
He was hesitant when he reached the door. He thought about knocking but then realized how stupid that would be. It was his apartment after all.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. He looked at the creature through his lashes and silently made his way toward it. He felt its eyes following his every movement as he came closer. When he reached the side of the bed he stopped, not quite sure how to begin. Well, he thought, might as well ask.
"Um," he began, biting his lower lip nervously. The creature tilted his head slightly as if acknowledging Andy's presence. "W-would you mind if I-I, uh, cleaned your wound?" Andy nodded at the creature's chest and held up his materials.
He heard a sort of clicking noise escape the creature's mask, seeming to consider Andy's offer.
After a few seconds of silence and staring, Andy thought, what the hell? He slowly opened up the bottle of peroxide and dumped a large amount of it onto the washcloth. He glanced at the alien as he approached the wound. It made no movement whatsoever.
When the washcloth made contact with the alien's skin Andy released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Then, noticing that the alien hadn't roared and backhanded his head off, he began to clean the wound gingerly.
It was strange, feeling its skin, but not all that unpleasant either. It was hot and rough, but not to rough. The creature wasn't badly sculpted either. Its abs were wonderfully defined and Andy couldn't help the blush that spread across his nose and cheeks as his fingers grazed them. But then again, what virgin wouldn't? Hell, if I had the chance to touch those abs I'd probably fall unconscious from a nosebleed.
Anyway.
After what seemed like an eternity Andy finally had the wound cleaned and bandaged. He gathered his materials and stood up, hissing quietly at the small aches in his body from kneeling over the creature for so long.
Andy looked back at the alien as he was about to leave the room. It was still staring at him. He pushed back a shiver as he turned out the light and closed the door shut. He stood there for a minute, thinking. What if helping that thing ended up getting them killed? Andy shook his head. If Jessica trusted the alien then he would too.
He walked to his bedroom and found his little sister curled up under his comforter sound asleep. Andy couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips. He then threw out the washcloth and putting what little was left of the peroxide under the sink in the bathroom. He ventured back into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He turned out his light and snuggled under the bedspread with her, to tired to get ready for bed.
His heavy eyelids fluttered closed and he willingly escaped into unconsciousness.
