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Why me?
By Zaya Ayame

"Shit, shit, shit! This just had to happen, now!"

Tapered hands rushed over a small control panel, hurried with an urgency that spoke 'dangerous'. Sweat beaded on the Frieza's brow as he rushed to direct the pod through a meteor shower that was on the way to Earth. If he had his ship, he could have avoided the dangers a 'straight shot' would have entailed. Surveying his ship, three small meteors had damaged his control function slightly, meaning he wouldn't be able to deviate from his course even if he wanted to. Unfortunately, that also meant that he would have trouble getting to Earth because the ship would have to substitute its inactive steering to compensate for the lack flexibility the ship had.

"My ass is saved thanks to Ship Commandeering; a class Cooler fucking recommended." He glanced at the fuel supply on the ship's HUD Display; it was plentiful at least. ". . . He can kiss my ass."

"Sensors have detected electrical nebulas ten light-years ahead; navigation control cannot steer from entry of anomaly."

"Oh, shit."

"A recommended plan of evasion is encouraged. Sir?"

". . . Divert power from life-support."

"Aye sir, diverting power from life-support to navigation."

"You destroy a planet and your luck is disintegrated like that earthling boy, Kril-on, or whatever his name is."

"Diverted power is not enough to avoid three out of fifteen nebula storms; there is an 80% percent chance of entry."

"God dammit!" His tail lashed against the ship's internal hull weakly; he was losing energy if he couldn't make a dent in the ship. "I guess I'll have to endure for the time being; fuck!"

"Profanity is unnecessary, Sir."

"Go to hell! I'm Lord Frieza, the most powerful being in the universe! I can fucking curse as I damn well please!"

"Profanity is unnecessary, Sir."

With a frustrated sigh, Frieza slid down the cushion of the seat, tired from navigating through the meteors and now dreading the electrical storm he would soon enter.

"This probably could have been avoided if I had just killed that damned monkey . . . "Thinking over his actions on Namek, Frieza closed his eyes and sighed. "I could have won." His fist clenched in distain. "I could have killed him." Gradually, his body began to tremble, be it out of barely contained rage or silently contained sobs of humiliation, he recollected the unspoken defeat he suffered by not killing the damned ape when he had the chance. Unnoticed by himself, he clenched his fists so tightly that they bled and dripped into his lap, gathering into a small puddle before falling down the surface into slow streams.

"Commencing entry into one of three impending electrical storms; standby, please."

Quickly, Frieza's eyes snapped open and he looked up slightly out the window of his pod at the colorful storms that floated ahead of his pod. He couldn't look away, mesmerized by the bright swirls coming closer. Only after a violent jolt of the entry did he close his eyes, nearly bashing his head into the hull. He held onto arm rests of the seat and cursed that these pods weren't built with safety restraints. Fifteen minutes into the storm, he noticed that the shifting stopped. With a shaky sigh he closed his eyes in relief.

"One down . . . two more to go . . . oh fuck." He moaned.

"Entry into the second nebula commencing; standby, please." Frieza's anger flared in his desperation and fear.

"Shut up, I know that!"

"Profanity is unnecessary, Sir."

"But I didn't-Ugh! Never mind!"

"Profanity is-"

"Shut the hell up!"

His nerves frayed, he noticed with a gut-wrenching feeling that the pod seemed to speed up. Did the pods go this fast? He never studied the statistics of the pods' limits. Looking at the speedometer his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when he saw that the pod was travelling at 200 light-years per second. That would crush him flat if he landed at that speed!

"Pod entering third and final storm, sir."

There was another, ugh! He had almost forgotten about that one. He held onto the seat with dear life, never before threatened like this. This wasn't a battle; fuck, it wasn't even a scuffle! If this didn't turn out well, he would die a humiliating death, crushed in landing. He only hoped his ship could hold out when he met the surface or his body at the least. A few seconds passed like hours and he could feel the gravity pushing against his body. Seeing the fuel icon on the HUD blink, he raised his hand to turn it on and resupply the tank with back-ups from the reserves.

Huh? Why couldn't he move his hand? What the hell?

"Oh no . . . "Attempting to move his hand once more, nothing budged. His eyes widened in fear.

He couldn't move.

"Fuck!"

He was blasting towards the surface of Earth at lethal crashing speeds, his ship was slowly being torn a part, he couldn't move and now – his ship was going to run out of fuel before they even got there.

No fuel meant no breaks; no breaks meant no slowing down; and no slowing down means:

He resisted the urge to make a childishly comical exploding sound-effect; now was not the time to act like a child!

"Ok, time to move!" He concentrated his energy through out his body and maximized his body to transform into his fully-powered self. He forgot one detail, though.

Now he was too big to even move his arm toward the controls! He let out a frustrated moan and returned to his at-eased form. What to do - what to do?

"My telekinesis!" He whispered softly, as if he went through an almost silent epiphany. Staring at the button, he pushed his mind to press the button. He waited and, with a relieved sigh, he saw the meter go up and closed his eyes once more. "Another crisis avoided; fuck, I deserve to rule the damn universe."

"Entering the proximity of Earth, stand by please."

"Damn you!"

"Profanity is unnecessary, Sir."

For once in ten years, Frieza felt like shriveling up and bawling his eyes out. Attempting to clear his chaotic mind, he used his telekinesis to engage the magnetic breaks. He had to use all of his strength to stay in his seat before he was almost jettisoned from his pod when the gravity reduced dramatically. His eyes scanned the planet before him and he stared at it with awe.

It was beautiful. He could see the green patches where there was sure to be trees and easily habitable places to live. How many of the inhabitance was there; millions or billions? His sight-seeing was cut short by a jerk and the computer's voice as he knew he was entering Earth's atmosphere.

"Entering Earth's atmosphere, please stand by for landing and enjoy your stay on Earth."

He glared at the window and his eye twitched. Note to self: Change landing salutations! Preparing for his landing, he tensed his muscles and clenched his teeth with a frown.

"Warning; anomaly occurring in the propulsion drive!"

"What?" Immediately, his body felt a stronger pressure as the gravity heightened tremendously and he stared at the window in horror as all he could see was red fire engulfing him. The alarms went off in the ship as he was seconds away from impact. In those few seconds, everything seemed to slowly go silent, peaceful and Frieza truly feared his future in those seconds. He closed his eyes, soon his body was being overcome by a hot surge and then the feeling of tumbling through a planet's core before he lost consciousness.

Landing complete.

- - - - - - - - - -

"I'm fine, there's no need to worry. The exam isn't going anywhere!"

A brunette with blonde streaks laughed over the phone, a pencil in one hand and a paper in the over, studying for her exam. She glanced at her watch, her eyes widening above her slightly freckled cheeks. She bid a quick goodbye to her mother who had called to see how she was doing and hung her phone up. "Crap!"

"Dude, Sin, get out here! You promised to take us to McDonalds today!"

"Hold onto your damn dick, Damien!"

"I am, oh, trust me I am."

Sin scrunched her face in disgust at the mental image. "Ew, just ew, Damien." She hurried to her armoire and took out a slightly tinted red long-sleeve shirt and rolled up the sleeves. Her hip-hugger jeans were pulled up slightly, a sigh leaving her lips. "I hate it when they show my panties." She mumbled to herself.

"I can hear you!" Another voice shouted, different from Damien's.

"Jo, shut up!"

Jo, a woman two years older than Sin, was a lesbian at heart but loved the curves of a muscled man. In other words, she was bi. Damien, on the other hand, was a true-blue gay. He liked men, period. He had his own tastes though, and it showed when he walked and talked. How they met, though, was a very weird and random occurrence, no thanks to a visit to Victoria's Secret on Valentine's Day.

"Finally!" Jo exclaimed, smirking at Sin as she closed the door to her apartment. With a playful glare, Sin turned and beckoned the others to follow.

"You guys are lucky, today. I just got paid big-time with some awesome lay-time." Jo and Damien looked at each other and began to snicker. Jo started.

"'Big-time' and 'Lay-time' means-"

"-She gonna have someone smexy man-meat over tonight!" Damien finished with a gay-like purr.

She stopped, turning to her friends with a tint of red and shook her head. "Guys-!"

"You know you'll like it."

"Just as much as I'm sure we would." Jo sneered at her friend, her eye brows nudging up and down suggestively.

Shaking her head, Sin walked out of the apartment building embarrassed. She hoped nobody saw her blushing furiously. She loved hot guys and just the thought of it seemed . . . stimulating. She was surprised her friends were hormone-prone so early in the afternoon. Was it a sign? Oh, she hoped not. She called a cab from the side of the street and was relieved one came within a few minutes. She got inside, her friends following suit.

"Where to, miss?"

"To the far-side of town, McDonalds."

"The best one in the city, eh? Good choice. Name?"

"Selina Sin."

"Alrighty, miss." When the cab began moving, Selina glanced out at the window. She usually took her friends out to McDonalds on Fridays because she cared about them and they did so much for her. She'd be rude not to. It wasn't even much to ask, either. Jo and Damien leaned forward to look Selina in the face and then glanced at each other. Comically, they pointed to each other and each shook their head, beckoning them other to do what they were planning.

Damien glared at Jo, being persuaded to be the one to bother Sin, and nudged her in the shoulder. "Hey, you ok?" Turning to Damien she smiled and shook her head.

"I'm fine, thanks." The cab stopped. "Come on, we're here, ya bums!" She declared enthusiastically. Jo and Damien exchanged looks of concern before they both shrugged and got out. Sin waved at the cab as it left and walked inside, following her friends. She stopped when she got in, though, as she saw the amount of people that just happened to choose this McDonalds to eat at.

"Whoa, it's like we entered an endangered whale reserve . . . "Damien muttered softly. Jo snorted, trying not to laugh.

"That's mean, D!"

"Well what else would you describe these people as?" He argued playfully.

"They're more like . . . bears."

"Bears; Jo, have you ever seen a bear up close?"

"Yes, at the Zoo!"

"Domesticated bears!"

"Guys-!" Sin interrupted, glaring at them both. Jo and Damien looked up and saw that half of the restaurant was looking at them with classic 'wtf' expressions. Damien blinked and looked down, scratching the back of his head and Jo smiled with a tint of pink in her face as she waved her hands dismissively.

"Sorry, don't mind us; just a married couple here."

"Married couple?! Jo, have you honestly lost your mind?!"

"Shut up, you're being loud again!"

"Oh my god, guys!"

Jo and Damien looked at her at the same time with apologetic faces and spoke at the same time 'Ah, sorry Sin!'

Getting in line and getting the food was like a silent war between Damien and Jo with Selina being the referee. When they finally sat down, Selina could breathe easily knowing that they could all look out at the window in the wilderness of Omaha's great Fontenelle Forest. The city was working on making it a hiking and nature preserve for kids to go and look around but so far they couldn't get the lease from the owner of the acres. Apparently, he was next in a line of Quapaw Chiefs. He would be damned to let the city take his land, in other words.

"So, anyone wanna go hiking?"

"Jo, we can't; at least not until we get some equipment. There's bears in there, remember?" Selina stressed.

"There are bears in here, too."

"Jo!"

"Fine, fine; but don't come crying to me when the city gets the land and we can't go in the forest anymore. Besides, I don't see what you're afraid anyway; you could kick those bear's asses with your kick-boxing!"

"You know I haven't gone to a good kick-boxing class in at least three years."

"So why don't you go?"

Selina was about to argue but paused, looking out the window. Damien stopped eating and looked at Selina before glancing at Jo. He mouthed, 'You're turn', before Jo stuck her tongue out at him and spoke.

"Look, Sin, you've got to get over your Dad's death. He was Ex-military and he was caught off guard by three Grizzly Bears! Even a trained soldier can't go up against those odds unarmed."

"He wasn't unarmed-"

"Sin; a machete and a torch aren't arms for battle against grizzly bears!" Jo defended.

Selina stopped and looked down. After a moment of silence, she nodded. "You're right, sorry guys . . . "

"No, stop that!"

Selina looked up, confused. "Huh?"

"That moping; stop it!" Jo commanded. "That's the second step to 'getting over it'. Stop feeling sad about it, Sin. You're dad wouldn't want to constantly be sad over his memory, would he?"

Selina stared at Jo with an expression of understanding and nodded with a soft smile. "You're right . . . "She stumbled over her sentences when Jo raised a brow at her. "O-Oh, no; you're right, guys! I'm totally over it now! Heh, my dad is fine where he is now; no pain now and I think he gets honorable discharge too!" Damien smiled and raised a brow at her before bursting into giggles and shaking his head.

"Yeah, he's probably got some cool ass gun up there too in heaven to play with."

"Damien; guns in heaven?" Jo inquired.

"What? He served our country, he's gotta have leeway in heaven to at least deserve that! You know how much he'd bring guns home for Sin to look at. I remember when I actually fired one those babies-!"

"-right through mom's Japanese vase and you had to pick it all up; every piece! Oh, I remember!" Selina laughed, remembering her mom's expression when she saw the vase. "God, that was funny!"

"I was grounded! Funny? I think not!"

Jo looked at her watch and nearly screamed. "Hey, love to chat about breaking your mom's stuff but I've got a date with Christi from school."

"Again? I thought you guys broke up two weeks ago!"

"We did; but the fires of love never burned brighter this week! Maybe I'll make it to second base tonight, eh, eh?" She flirtatiously sneered at Selina. With a smile, Selina cover her ears and closed her eyes.

"The image; it burns!" Damien chuckled and got up after Jo and went outside. Selina stayed behind to gather the trash and throw it away. When she went outside, a cab was already waiting and Jo beckoned her to hurry up. Running to the cab, Selina paused and remembered something. Jo blinked and narrowed her eyes at Selina questionably.

"Hey, didn't you come with your purse?" Then it hit her.

"Oh shit!" Turning, Selina looked inside the restaurant on her table and found that her purse wasn't there. Had she put it in the seat? She turned to Jo and Damien getting out of the car. "You guys go on ahead of me; I'll catch up later, k?"

"You sure you don't want us to stay?" Jo asked, concerned.

"Nah, you guys go ahead. I don't want you to keep Christi waiting; you know how she gets!" Jo swallowed and nodded.

"Yeah, I do; Damn! I'll catch you later, then! Good luck!" Selina nodded and waved them off and Damien and Jo closed the doors and the cab took off. Selina turned back to the restaurant and walked inside, looking around to find her purse. When she couldn't find it, she thought the next reasonable thing: A worker must have taken it to get the ID and call the owner to get it back. She went to the desk and called for a worker.

"I'm sorry to bother you but have you seen a purse at that table?" The worker looked past her at the table and nodded.

"Yeah, a man came and took it up. He went in the direction of the forest, though. Was it yours, miss?"

Selina closed her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Yeah, it is; shit." The worker smirked.

"I know how that is; got my purse taken two weeks ago at this same restaurant. I'm amazed I still work at this place." Selina gave her a sympathetic smile before waving goodbye and running out. She walked to the direction of the forest and swallowed fearfully. She continued to walk while muttering to herself.

"First I nearly forget to take my friends to McDonalds, then I get them mad at me for getting sad about my dad, I get my purse stolen, and now I have to go into the forest where my dad died and where my purse is. This day couldn't get fucking better. . . "

"Lady, don't fucking move."

Selina paused, feeling the barrel of a gun on her back as a rough voice commanded her to hand over her money. Fuck; what now?

"You caught me too late; someone already stole my purse and now I'm looking for them!" She hissed, peeved that this day could, indeed, get shittier then it already was.

"Lying isn't going to get your ass out of this."

"Damn it, look!" She turned around, pulling out her empty pockets for him to see. "I'm fucking broke now!" She held her hand to the bridge of her nose, stressed more than ever. The man sighed and put away his gun.

"Shit, lady; get your damn act together!" She glared at the man.

"Fuck you, I didn't cause all this!"

"Well, you ain't exactly keeping up with your shit."

She threw up her hands. "Shut the hell up!" Turning away, she walked to the forest. "I'm gonna get my goddamn purse back and when I come back I'm gonna kick your ass with it!" She yelled, her voice becoming louder with every step as she walked past a tree. Turning away, the man smirked and shook his head.

"Crazy broad . . . nice ass though." He mumbled as he looked for a new victim. Ten minutes into walking, a violent shudder of the ground made him nearly lose his footing and fall to the ground. Scared shitless, he turned and looked toward the forest, where the sound originated from. "Holy fuck . . . ?"

Where Selina was, she couldn't help but scream when the explosion (or whatever it was) shook her off her feet and made her fall on her hands and knees. All she saw was a fast cloud of dust travelling at her when she looked up. Quickly, she turned away and closed her eyes. "Crap, what the hell?" After a moment of waiting for the dust to settle, she opened her eyes and looked around. In the distance, she could see what looked like smoke and narrowed her eyes to look closer at it.

"God damn!" Selina jumped when she heard another voice near her and turned to find a guy that had a fallen over and was nearly crushed by a tree. On instinct, she ran over to him, concerned for his being. When she made it over to him, her eyes looked to assess if anything was broken or not. After a few moments of looking him over, she found he was only pinned. The man looked up at her and scoffed.

"Well, shit; saved by the woman I robbed."

She looked up at him. "What?"

He pointed over to his left. She followed the direction with her eyes and they widened when she saw her Gucci Designer Purse. She scowled at him and he laughed.

"Hey, I'll trade ya back your purse and what's inside it if you get this tree off me." He offered.

Selina's eyes twitched in annoyance. "Bastard . . . "

"Aww, that hurts." He chuckled as she stepped over the tree and got her hands underneath it. Attempting to lift it, her hands got seven seconds before they slipped off the bark of the tree and she fell backwards. He laughed. "That was graceful."

"Fuck. Off." She snarled at him, trying to get off her ass to try again. She got into position again and, with another attempt, fell back on her ass. This time his laugh was louder and it was really starting to piss her off.

"Instead of laughing your ass off, how about helping me lift the tree off of you before a bear decides to eat us both? I can run; you're easy prey." Immediately, he stopped laughing and scoffed.

"Fine." She got back into position and did a count down to three and, after the count of one; she (with his help) was able to push the tree off of him. She caught her breath and reached for her purse as he got up. As if on cue, a hand came around and grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides before she could get the purse in her hands. With a chuckle, he held her as she squirmed. "You are just so prone to danger, you know that?"

"Let me fucking go."

"I will when you stop struggling and agree to give me your purse."

"We had a deal."

"It expired two seconds after you agreed to it."

"Damn bastard!"

"Didn't you already call me that?"

"You're twice as fucking charming." She hissed.

He grinned. "If I wasn't going to rob you, I'd ask you on a date."

"Get a goddamn life, you asshole."

"Hey, are you curious to see what happened over there?" Selina stopped and glared at him, surprised that he changed the subject so quickly.

"What? Why?" He sighed.

"I want to know what happened. Don't you?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'll take you with me anyway so it's just a question of interest," She sighed in exasperation. This day was just a fucking roller coaster.

"Yeah, I'm kinda curious." She grumbled.

"Good, let's go." Releasing her quickly, her walked over to her purse and picked it up. She rubbed her arms and followed him as he looked at her, a foot on the tree he was pinned under before. It wasn't long till they both came to a clearing and they stared in awe and curiosity at the large scar in the middle of the forest that seemed to stretch on for miles in one direction and stopped just fifty feet from where they were. They broke into a run, closing the distance between whatever landed quickly. As they came to the large dirt-cover mound, Selina simply stared at it.

"What do you think it could have been?"

"We'll find out." He declared, walking to the mound and beginning to dig the dirt from it. She looked around, unsure if there were bears around or not and walked next to him, helping him dig. After a few minutes of digging, the man hit something metal and stopped. Curious, Selina stopped too and look at it. "A rock?"

"No . . . "Selina muttered, catching the man's attention. "It was something metal. It's not a meteor either."

"Well, lady, what do you think it is?"

"A ship . . ." He stared at her incredulously.

". . . You think it's a fucking ship?" She glared at him.

"Got any other bright explanations, oh-curious-one?" He snorted and looked at the mound again. Almost a second after he looked at it, the dirt began to shift and move toward them. Selina jumped backwards, scared out of her wits while the man simply stepped back a couple feet. When the dirt seemed to stop shifting, it appeared to be a door that had opened. He glared at her and she seemed to flash him an 'I-told-you-so' smile. Shaking his head, he looked at the smoke coming from the inside of the ship and looked closer. He could see sparks, giving Selina's theory more concrete evidence.

"The fuck-?"

Faster than Selina could process, a red beam seemed to burst from the smoking hole and pierce right through the man's chest. He staggered, looking towards her with a surprised expression before closing his eyes in pain and tossing her the purse he took and falling over. She didn't catch it, her body too paralyzed with fear and surprise, and it fell past her; forgotten. She ran towards him and knelt by his side, looking at the smoking hole in his chest, not even the width of a pencil. It had pierced straight through his heart with pin-point precision and that intensified the fear of what shot him.

He looked at her from lidded eyes and smirked. "Revenge is a bitch, right?" She looked at his face.

"You asshole-"She muttered. "-you're not supposed to talk like you're gonna die."

"Yeah, j-just deserts, lady; you got your b-bag, I got my p-punishment." He coughed. "I better get a d-damn ticket to heaven for . . . this." He whispered his last word before he fell still. She stared at him before closing her eyes and looking away. When she turned around, a gasp escaped her throat as she stared at the ship, or rather what came out of it.

On her ass, she looked up at the strange creature before her that, she assumed, came out of the ship. He glared at her through one bloody eye, the other closed with a scar down the top of it and he simply stared at her. She glanced at his body and took in his critically battered and bloody cuts and gashes marring muscled pale skin. Amethyst patches looking like they were about to crack and a strange appendage she guessed was a tail behind lay motionless. Her eyes met his one glaring eye and she dared to stand up just a little to get closer.

"W-who are-?" Before she could finish her sentence, his body began to sway and he fell forward. She jumped back as his body hit the ground with a sickening 'thump' and he soon lay motionless like his own tail. Her body trembled as she looked at him, curious and freaked out. She moved closer, her curiosity playing in full-force today (much more than usual) and she wished to touch the unknown alien.

Her hand shook more violently as it came closer and closer to the being's body and as soon as her fingers grazed its skin, she pulled it back like it was fire. Steeling herself, she closed her eyes and clenched her fist in a visual 'I'm ready' fashion and she reached down again. Instead of pulling back, she kept her hand on his skin and moved it over to feel its texture.

It was smooth, but solid. She couldn't push against it and figured the being was all muscle. Feeling brave, she stepped closer until she right next to him and knelt at his body. Now both of her hands were on it, feeling its muscles and skin. She assumed once more that it was male, given the muscles, and reminded herself to identify it as a 'he'. When she seemed satisfied from feeling his back, she looked down at his bum and raised a brow.

For an alien, he didn't have a bad ass. It was muscled and had that interesting tail above it which she wanted to touch. Moving her hand toward it, she poked it and nearly fell backwards in fright when the alien twitched. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming and settled for trembling.

I shouldn't fucking be here!! She thought to herself over and over again chaotically. In the distance, she could hear the soft sound of sirens and instantly freaked. "Fuck!" She muttered. The sound of her voice made the creature moan in what sounded like pain and she felt her heart dip in dread at the realization of his situation.

This creature wouldn't last long against the police if they dubbed him a dangerous creature and if he was taken in she had no doubt that they'd torture him to see what they find out about his race. Either way, this screamed only one solution:

Get him out of here!

"Oh my god . . . "She muttered, holding her face in her hands. "Why . . . why did I come here?" With an inhalation of breath, and the sound of the sirens coming closer, she got close to his side and tried to flip him over. She used her weight to push him over and when she was successful, she stared at the deep cuts and bruises in his chest with wide eyes. "Dear god, you look horrible." She whispered. She received a cough in return. Licking her lips in preparation, she went to her purse and picked it up putting it on her shoulder before going behind his head and lifting him up by his shoulders, struggling to get her hands under his armpits. When she got a firm grasp on him, she began to quickly shuffle backwards and turn to the forest where came in from.

Time after time, she slipped, fell, and had to start over on holding onto him before she had to take a breath. She had no idea where she was going to go or even where she could put this guy! When she sat down on a tree to rest, she noticed he was motionless and went to check his vitals. She wasn't sure what his physiology was but if it was any similar to a human she felt a weak pulse on his neck. She had to work harder and think smarter. She looked in the direction of the town she lived in and thought for a moment. If the police were parked in front of the forest, it meant she couldn't go back the way she came in. She could only go farther east toward the city.

She held her face in frustration, stressed that now she had to save this strange alien for no apparent reason. She rubbed her forehead and glanced at the male being.

"I hope you're fucking alive." She wished, getting up and grabbing him again. Shuffling once again, she resolved to drag him to the east side of the town (since her apartment was on the edge of town) so she could slip in through the back door. She just hoped she could get there in time before the police tried to place a search warrant on the entire forest and search it up and down.

Hours passed and she could feel the perspiration on her back, dripping down disgustingly. When she finally made it back to the building that had her apartment, she had to sit down and rest in the dark. It was cold, tonight; it usually was. Even if she was perspiring, that didn't stop the chance of catching a cold and putting her weekend out of commission.

Not that this occurrence didn't solidify that chance.

"Fuck . . . "She cursed, wanting to burst into tears. She didn't whine so much when it came to being dirty, sweaty and stinky but she was just beyond gross now; she felt like it too. Turning back to her taken-hostage alien, she picked him back up and continued to get him into the building. It was good thing she didn't forget her purse; it had her card inside it. Swiping the card and getting inside, she looked around.

Graveyard, so far; just a little bit more dragging and she'd have him there. She was on the higher decks so she didn't need to worry about burglars getting in her window easily. They'd either have to ninjas or skilled climbers. When she reached the stairs, her resolve started to crumble.

Oh, her muscles would ache!

"Damn fucking alien . . . "She was already pissed at this being even if it wasn't his fault. Picking him up, she opted to grab him around the waist from behind and keep her head beside his head to see where she was going. It was awkward, though, to have her cheek-to-cheek with a being she had never seen until three, no, about four-

She sighed. She didn't even know what time it was!

When she had successfully dragged him up to her floor, she felt like falling down and taking a nap right then and there, but there was still so much to take care of. Her door was right next to the stairs, luckily or unluckily (however you would think it to be). When she got inside, the first thing she did was to put him down and go to her bed. She was about to take the sheets off before she paused.

If she got the mattress bloody, there would be hell to pay when cleaning services came by. She held her face in both hands and gave a deep sigh. He was stressing her out so fucking much! After a few seconds of silence, she turned and walked toward him; her composure half-gained. When she knelt down next to him to pick him up, her heart almost popped out of her chest when his hand took her wrist with near-lightning speed and he pulled her close to him. Her eyes were wide in fear and she trembled as his dark eyes bore into hers with hatred.

"What the hell . . . do you t-think you're d-doing?" He hissed, his voice shaking from not talking for a while. Was his throat injured too? She hurried for an answer to his question but couldn't get a word out before he slowly lifted himself up with one hand and sat down, pulling her closer to demand an answer. His grip seemed to tighten as well when Selina winced in pain. It was enough to force an answer from her.

"I-I was helping y-you."

That was all she could get out? Fuck, she was toast! His glare never wavered from its hatred and he only snorted when she was still trembling.

"Why?"

"You're hurt." She was surprised she could speak clearer now.

He stared at her for a few seconds longer before releasing her. "I don't need you t-touching me."

Ok, that comment wasn't necessary! Her fear turned to anger as she glared at him.

"Hey, I'm the one that dragged you here; I should take care of you now that I'm here already!" She defended herself. "Besides, the least you could say is 'thanks'!"

"Did I ask you to bring me here, human?" He snarled his fist clenching.

"That doesn't matter now; the shape you're in, you'll die!" She declared, waving over his physical status. "Let me help you; I'm already in this anyway." She said the last part softly, still peeved she had come this far and done all this at her own expense. She could tell in his gaze that he was highly against her help but saw his eye twitch and knew that he had no choice.

" . . . I'll accept your help for now." She gave a sigh of relief and reached for his shoulder, about to pull him forward to set him on the bed before he caught her by the arm and jerked her forward to get in her face with another snarl. "However-"He hissed in her face."-if you try anything against my life, I will end yours in the slowest and most painful manner." He whispered his threats so they held the tone like a sword.

Even as their faces were centimeters apart, she couldn't help but tremble at his words and nod shakily.

"I-I understand."

The next chapter will take a little time because I've got studying and stuff to do for tests and this weeks going to be 'crunch time' but worry not for I will have the next chapter up ASAP, Promise! ^^ Love ya'll and hope you enjoyed this chapter!