~Author's Note~

Oh gosh! People like it! I never thought people would like me! XD well here is chapter 2! I hope it goes good (yes, I wrote this author's note before writing the chapter XD)

EDIT (kind of): I've decided to rate this as M, at least this chapter, because, well… I guess in my eyes it seems pretty graphical. I mean you may not see it as such, but I guess to me it is. I have yet to decide if it's going to stay rated M. I'll be honest I admit to have romance in here eventually, obviously now is not one of those times, but it will mostly turn into that, I just need to figure out how ^^' but that's for a later time and date.

Chapter 2

~Monster~

I had run as far as my feet could carry me. My heart thumped in my chest and I looked around. I could have sworn someone, or something was following me. I darted into one of the newly abandoned gun shops and fumbled through the glass; trying to find a good enough gun to give myself some sort of defense against these terrifying creatures. What were they called? They had a name. The Yaujta's had given them a name. Xenomorphs. That was what they were called. The town was silent as I placed a gun in my belt, filling my front pockets with extra ammunition. I had to defend myself. I quietly stalked out of the building, looking around. My first priority was to check back up on mom and dad. I had to get them out of here. This was no place for them. No place for Terror either. I gulped as I began running towards their suburb, only to discover the carnage had gotten there before me.

Broken windows, cracked doors and porches were my only greeters as I ran through the small subdivision. Blood and destruction was clear to me as I looked through the windows. I found my parents house almost destroyed. The door wash bashed down, windows crashed in; part of the porch was ripped up and inside I could see blood on the walls; along with a hard black ridged material. I slowly stepped in and slid my finger onto the trigger of the gun. I gulped and tried to calm my breathing as best I could. I walked on and over glass, hearing it crunch under my leather boots. The kitchen was destroyed. The stove-top bashed in, the legs on the table either bent and cracked, or missing all-together. I took a deep breath as I continued into the living room. My breath being swept from me as I saw my parents dangling from the black material. Suspended and pressed against the wall, their faces and chests visible. At least, their chest used to be visible. I felt whatever food wasn't digested build up in me and I collapsed to my knees, my muscles clenching, my free hand clenching into a fist so tight my palm began to bleed. I closed my eyes tightly and felt my stomach be emptied of whatever was once inside it. I coughed heavily, spitting on the floor, trying to get the rancid taste from my tongue and lips. I wiped my lips with the nearby pillow, knowing my mother would no longer care. I stood and looked at the horrifying sight again. The front of their rib-cage was missing, bent slightly as if something burst from them. Their heads hung still and cold, the blood that was in their bodies now dried. I felt tears slide down my cheeks. My eyes burned from the salt and I covered my face with my arm, trying to not cry. My purging had already given my position away. Xenomorphs were known for their keen hearing and even smell, seeing as they had no eyes. I gathered my thoughts and soon began softly clicking my tongue, trying to draw Terror out from his hiding spot, wherever it may be.

"Come on Terror… Where are you…?" I softly whispered, slowly stepping. I slowly made my way upstairs, having to climb over a gap in the stairs. I began slowly peeking into each room, little did I know the last room I would check would bring my joy, and worst fear.

At the end of the hall was my old bedroom, most of my things were still there from when I was a child, so the room was still quite furnished. The door was open a small crack and I saw Terror's amber eyes, peeking at three aliens in the room, from the barely opened closet. The Aliens seemed to be searching for the cat. Was my scent too over-powering? That they couldn't find the small feline? I took a deep breath, a voice in the back of my head telling me I was being watched again. I turned my attention back to the three Xenomorphs and I slowly lifted my gun. I closed one eye and aimed as best I could; wanting to take one out before alerting the other two. I took a single deep breath and right as I exhaled my finger squeezed the trigger. I had shot the Alien! But it wasn't enough. The three turned and the door was quickly ripped from its hinges. I unleashed two more rounds into the head of the Xenomorph, finally getting one to fall and die. I scurried back as I shot at the other two. My luck was running out and I soon found my back pressed against something hard. Figuring it was the wall I continued shooting until all I heard was the bullet less click of the hammer. My body froze with fear, the Xenomorphs closing in, but I soon realized they weren't looking at me. They were looking at something above me. I heard the tingling of electronics along with the warping and electronic sound. I slowly turned back to see a large clawed metal breast-plate in my face. I swallowed the invisible saliva in my mouth and I slowly looked up. My eyes met with the Predator's, though he soon flicked his head up as he heard the hiss of the Xenomorph. That was perhaps the Alien's one flaw: They warned you before they attacked. The Yaujta targeted the two Xenomorphs with his shoulder cannon and I saw the blue energy fire out. I slumped to the ground just as the Xenomorphs did and I heard the trill of the Yaujta.

He grabbed me by the arm and took me to the bedroom, almost throwing me onto the bed as he looked to where Terror was. He pointed to me and then pointed to the floor.

"Stay here! You want me to stay here! What if more of those things come!"

He roared out and I quickly silenced my tongue. Terror ran out and jumped on the bed with me, hissing at the predator. I quickly grabbed Terror and clamped my hand over his mouth, silencing my cat that honestly did what I wanted to do. The predator turned and walked out, stepping over the melting floor and dead Xenomorphs. I truly didn't know what I would do. If more of those Xenomorphs came here, I would die for sure, but if I leave here and that predator sees that I disobeyed him and most likely got in his way, he may try to kill me. And even so I didn't know what to do with Terror. This was no place for a male feline.

"I'll figure this out Terror… Don't worry."

Chapter 2 is done! I hope it was pretty good. ^^' I want to write another chapter tonight and I will try to get around to it. I have yet to decide how this will even turn out! I'm just writing a chapter at a time! Working one step at a time! I hope you like it! R&R as always!