I do not own Lex or Scar, but their adventures in Manhattan are my creation, along with any other characters within said adventures.

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MANHATTAN ISLAND, TWO WEEKS LATER

Even though Scar had a thorough knowledge of the English language, he couldn't quite grasp Lex's meaning of "apartment". He understood it to be a dwelling of some kind, but he couldn't manage to see living within these huge, vertical buildings. As one who traveled through space, he was used to many things such as heights and cramped living.

But for some reason, just looking at this building made him nauseous.

"How are you doing there, Scar?"

He really couldn't express his anxiety about the strange building to his Ooman friend, so he curled his four fingers in, left his thumb up; a gesture Lex had taught him, meaning "everything is good". He found human gestures intriguing.

The enormous Yautja hunter was currently dressed in a long, black trench coat and a fedora to hide his obvious "inhumanities". He still wore his mask, seeing as it was considerably better than showing his face.

Suddenly, Scar noticed that Lex had moved ahead, toward the entrance to the building, while Scar was still where he had been when they exited the taxicab.

For some reason, he couldn't move.

"Something wrong, Scar?"

He shook his head, his long dreadlocks waving.

He wanted to move. He really did. But somehow, after all of the Hard Meat he had killed, this strange building had managed to evoke a strange reaction.

He was terrified.

"Scar..."

Alright, thought the Yautja, Time to move.

He managed to gain enough strength to shuffle to the entrance, which was a strange, revolving device that terrified Scar even more than the building itself.

"What on earth is wrong, Scar? It's a revolving door," said Lex irritably. "You've hunted aliens all your life and your afraid of a door?"

If this had been a normal Ooman, Scar would've delighted in putting a blade or two through her skull. But she was his friend. Almost a sister.

Maybe more... he thought, but quickly shook the notion from his head.

"Are you coming, or what?"

Scar nodded, then eyed the revolving portal of doom once more.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he stepped through.

When he opened them once more, he was in a large room with a shining marble floor.

This wasn't so bad.

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Scar felt certain that he was going to die.

He was trapped in a small box with thin, beige-colored walls. All he knew was that they were going up, and with every blink of the lights above the unopening door, he felt closer to his impending doom. It wasn't until he saw Lex cringe that he noticed that he was crushing her hand. He quickly released it, and she immediately began to massage her hand. It was very possible he had just broken it. He looked at her with sympathy, which she somehow registered.

"It's okay," She said, the pain showing in her voice.

She looked up, saw that the light now rested on "10". The doors opened, and Scar felt he could breathe again.

"Let's go put some ice on this, shall we?"

She took Scar's hand in her undamaged one, led him out of the elevator into the hallway. After walking down the tight, white-and-red wallpapered hallway, Lex and Scar reached another -- albeit smaller -- portal. This one was brown, made of wood -- a strange, course material that Scar was not very familiar with. It was adorned with a metal plate that bore the numerals "142". Using her good hand, Lex removed a small keychain from her pocket, which housed only a few keys. She selected one, put it in the lock, turned it, and the door opened. Inside, the room was smallish, but large for a common apartment. Everything was decorated in shades of dark red, and smelled of fresh leather.

Strangely, the place reminded Scar of home...

"I'm not here much," Said Lex, heading to the kitchen, "I travel a lot for work."

Scar clicked in understanding.

"I guess that's how I met you."

Scar suddenly realized that he was alone, and that he was having a bit of trouble breathing. He removed his mask, stretched his cramped mandibles that had been trapped within his mask ever since Antarctica. He also removed the fedora from his head, the trench coat from his shoulders. The room was warm.

Lex returned from the kitchen, holding a bag of ice against her hand. She was trying to wrap a bandage around the bag, to secure it to her throbbing hand.

Seeing as she wasn't having an easy time of it, Scar took the bandage, began to wrap it around Lex's hand himself. Lex found him to be surprisingly gentle.

The woman caught herself looking into the hunter's eyes, looked away, her dark cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

If Scar could've, he would've blushed as well.

Lex took her hand away, massaged it.

"Thanks."

Scar clicked a Yautja "you're welcome", and Lex nodded.

Why was Scar acting this way? She was an Ooman. What was wrong with him?

Who was he kidding? She was the reason he was marked as a Badblood. He couldn't help feeling what he did...

I guess I'll have to live with it, though the predator.