WARNING: DEATH, GORE, CURSING, GRAPHIC FLASH BACKS

Ch. 2

The temple was amazing. Surprisingly warm. Myra stared at the glyphs, carved statues, whatever caught her eye which was almost all of it. She felt something beneath her feet something alive calling. She almost crooned as she closed her eyes. Whatever it was, was in slumber. She would have focused on it more if she hadn't been jarred by Weyland. Making her growl.

"Okay let's keep moving!" Pulling her along roughly he made sure not to let her out of his sight. They didn't notice anything strange, that is unless you count the temple under miles of ice, even as they walked along the halls activating a stone.

Whatever it was that was sleeping was now awake. Myra knew it too. She could feel it. This time she did let a croon that wasn't human sounding making them all pause. Weyland shook her roughly. "What is it Myra?"

She merely smiled so sweetly it was sickening.

CLANK

"Get those lights set up over there." Weyland looked at Myra looked at the others knowingly. None of them were going to make it through today. Her heart leaped with joy at this realization. Pity really, she would have loved to have killed Weyland herself, but at this point it didn't matter much. She felt no remorse, no love, no hate, no regret…scratch hate, she hated these people.

Turning her head, she could hear the creatures call not to her though. To something searching for something. She smirked. They had released a beast. Hearing a crack, she looked over seeing some crack pen lights being dropped. It was almost time. She felt it in her bones. A few stayed behind still looking and hundreds maybe thousand-year-old corpses. Each to their own. It wouldn't be her corpse that was found.

She was getting tired of being dragged around. Around the sacrificial chamber, down the stairs she had had enough! Jerking her arm away she pushed Weyland into the wall. Her warning clear as grim satisfaction came over her hearing Weyland's pained grunt. She meant it stop touching.

His eyes met hers through the sunglasses as he held up his hands smirking. He wondered how long she would have lasted with him pulling her around. Letting out a small sound she stared around the room. Eyes on her. Snorting she wiped her head around as Sabastian cleared his throat staring a tomb like crate. "Anyone know the date?"

She watched them turn the dials listening to mechanics click. She looked at Weyland making a death gesture smirking. She knew something he didn't know. She wasn't sharing. But she didn't have to the screams above them made it obvious they woke something.

A door slid up that was when she took it at a dead run stopping the in the middle of the stairs. Something else was here. Three somethings it was with the group as they came running up Sebastian screaming. Taking her sunglasses off she shed off the unwanted layers watching as Weyland fell looking at her. "001 help me!"

Smirking she couldn't believe what she was seeing. A metal warrior, a helpless Weyland, scared people, it was her choice. For once she finally spoke.

"Help yourself." The warrior looked at her tilting its head her insides didn't glow like a normal human. It made a few noises at her distracting her from her current situation.

Yes, she understood what it was saying not only that she answered its question. "I'm just here for the ride."

With that she ran off. In a last attempt effort Weyland tried to burn this freak. It happened so fast. He didn't have a chance as sharp metal ran him through the chest. It was painful feeling it rip through his skin muscle cutting bone. He knew now what it really was like to feel death. He was now going to meet it.

Leaving the body, the metal warrior went on his hunt to find his plus his brothers' weapons before these Oomans got them all killed. Then the girl. She was not normal. She had the eyes of a Yaujta the smell of a hard meat. What the Pauk was she?! She understood what she had said too.

A growl worked its way up his throat.

Myra watched in curiosity as a black sleek looking thing she could almost compare to a cat battle another metal warrior. Curiously she was more attracted to the warrior than…what the hell should she call it? It was ugly as all hell. She tapped her chin as she watched them wrestle around.

An outer tongue came out attacking. Ick. Okay it was just one ugly motherfucker. Blood hit her as well as the wall by her burning it. It had grid marks on his head. Her stomach growled.

She looked at them. The warrior was muscular very well belt seemed to just throw itself into action. She watched in all curiosity then decided to just call it chopper. It looked as if it could rip your head off. Her stomach growled again looking back at Mr. ugly…yeah that was a good name. Mr. Ugly. She couldn't help it. She lunged

The predator knew he was done for. He had no weapons, crap spear, plus he was out of nets. The alien was about to attack that was until something no an Ooman lunged at it! He spun standing up holding his injured side.

He let out a startled trill as there was a loud crunch. Myra was so hungry…She bit through the hard shell and felt blood then meat. Juicy, the acidic blood tasted like bad orange juice, yet she couldn't stop. She tore it apart with her bare hands to get to its insides. She glanced over at the Chopper as she took a bite. She watched him as he watched her.

She kept eating from the corpse that was in front of her. It was like watching an animal. Tearing it open more she noticed some of its meat was fading away the acidic blood eating at it. She growled. Great…just great. She was still hungry. Standing she cocked her head from side to side before walking away leaving the injured giant there.

Gaping behind his mask he couldn't believe he had seen…that was not possible!

Quickly he sent word to his chiva brothers only to get one to respond. I know.

Sniffing around she knew she was being watched. This one was quiet and close. Not attacking just watching. Like a Celtic warrior. That made her grin. Celtic…spinning she was now looking right at it. She circled it sniffing a new side coming out primal. She knew she had it but this…this just brought it out in her. Circling she then was on the run. She could smell Lex and Sebastian nearby.

What startled her was the temple began to move. What the…hell. She had to move faster to avoid being smashed by walls. Her legs pumped under her screaming at the treatment. She had never been able to run like this. It felt great! The pain, the movement, the speed. Faster! Leaping by a crushing wall she leaped up onto a mantel only to be dropped down. Startling not just her but a predator who had its mask off a fresh scar on its head. Upon seeing it she blinked. That was a very outstanding scar too. She followed it to its eyes, to the mouth, it's body. Hot body…ugly spider face. Huh…She could till it must be a man it had no curves no breasts nothing screamed I HAVE A PUSSY!

Scarface…She snorted smiling at her own joke. Scar…

"MYRA! GET AWAY FROM IT!"

That made her shake her head. "I'm not the one he wants." She walked by it. "It's you. I mean you DID take his belongings." She took a deep breath eyes closing then back at them.

"I'd give it back if I were you." She waved at them they were trapped in a small room. "Have fun."

Turning to leave Scar slammed both hands beside her head. She was covered in hard meat blood. Dried now. His let out small noises worried as his eyes looked her over. He saw several scars…cuts some that were still healing. He growled. He saw they way they were these cuts hadn't been done by her. She had been tortured!

She tried to shove him away pushing harshly against his chest making him grab her hands. He let out a growl. Not okay.

Damn if she cared. She slapped him. It was with force too enough to make his head snap to the side. It flexed its mandibles irritably before roaring at her showing sharp teeth. She gave him one better standing on her toes she showed her teeth. Her teeth just as sharp, just as deadly. She snapped right close to his face. He paused faltering a little before the temple started moving.

Looking ahead he dragged her back to his kill to get his mask back on. He still didn't let go. Hearing feet he unceremoniously pushed her into Chopper who tossed her over his shoulders.

His metal dug into her stomach making it uncomfortable. He made a few noises both looked at her. They had to get their weapons for now, they sent a message to the ship. This was no longer a Chiva but a retrieve and rescue mission.

They raced through the tunnels just in time to see Hard Meats drag Sabastion down to his doom a sharp sword like tail through the female, their weapons dropped on the other side.

Pauk…