Part 7

Okay, guys, I don't know if I had done this before but there is a certain f-word in the text. Just a warning. Some people get sensitive. I usually don't use that language in my T rated stories because it's not necessarily called for with the action I bring into these.

Anyway! So sorry for it taking so long! Hope you guys enjoy this and it may be a bit short but I thought I did okay with this. Let me know what you guys think through some reviews and I'll try to get these out faster.

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What's going on? What are all those sounds?

Are you two okay?

Do you need us?

Prince?

Brothers?

Silence!

No one spoke as Prince crawled through the vents, narrowly missing the bullets coming up at them. His younger brother stayed in front safely away from the metal projectiles.

You know the coordinates. Take a shuttle and leave to the planet down below. We will follow on another shuttle.

But how will we find each other?

We are family, young sister. We will always find each other. Now go!

Shoving the form in front of him, he made sure his brother was a few feet ahead before he ripped through the metal and confronted the men below. Some jumped back and screamed in sudden terror at the sign of the alien. However, the newer members of the ship did not, they advanced forward. Guns posed and ready, they looked to be changing their settings.

Not chancing it, Prince jumped forward grabbing the first man by the throat as his tail whipped around to smack away the three men to his right. Bullets assailed the man he held in the back, a failed attempt to get him by terrified, trigger-happy hands.

Disgusted by it, he threw the body towards the assailants. The group of three began to pick themselves up again, minus one. So, the group of now two began to pick themselves back up. The third man sat motionless with his head cocked at an odd angle.

Brother? Prince winced at the scared voice of his younger brother. He was motionless in the vents above him, still waiting.

Head for the shuttle and wait for me there.

Without another word, he followed his order and left him to deal with the militia.

"Monster!" The hostility radiated off the remaining men. It encouraged his own rage, most not even sourced from them. He wanted Henrietta again.

The sorrowful urge overwhelmed him again, something he rarely could hide from his siblings. They often comforted him with hope but as the COMM-link remained silenced and more pounding of feet came from down the corridor, he turned that into a rage. Pure, hot, boiling rage.

With a roar of his own, he jumped forward, wrestling a few to the ground until he tasted their blood between his teeth. His inner jaw shot out quickly ending another's life.

Prince grabbed the remaining two men, hurling them down the hallway to collide with the first man to come around the corner. Leaving them in shock, Prince took off into the vent, moving faster than before.

A small pain throbbed in his leg, the acid dripping onto the metal, sizzling it away. He knew it'd leave a trail and he couldn't get on the shuttle with the possibility of it creating a hole. Instead, he curled himself away in a nook, his saliva doing its work and forming the needed cast for the wound. He wrapped it around before settling down. It would take a few minutes to properly dry.

Are you safe, younger brother?

I am. The others have left already and the humans have cleared the area for the most part. I think they're locking themselves in their rooms.

That makes it easier. Stay hidden. I am on my way.

But you are injured…

Prince ground his teeth at his brother's easy observation. Ignoring him, he laid down in the darkness. The rage had passed, followed by small disappointment at his behavior. He needed to be calm and collected, not emotional and violent.

The cast would hold and the wound would cauterize some time later. First, they needed to get off the ship. Secondly, regroup. Thirdly, find Henrietta. Screw the Queen, he wanted his little friend back and if he knew her like he did, she was probably sad, scared, and feeling even more isolated than on the ship.

Pushing himself forward, he left the nook and continued forward. Men moved below him from time to time, forcing him to stop and wait least they had motion detectors and catch him. After about an hour, he finally came upon the shuttles. People had repopulated, carefully grabbing equipment, but armed with guns at their hip.

His brother sat across the way, seen clearly by his type of eyesight.

Shall we?

No, we must wait. Patrols are everywhere looking for us. They know I am injured. They believe I will attack out of pain, rage, and being frightened.

They are wrong.

Indeed, they are.

The two-stayed silent, watching the very things that stood in their way. A few patrols stopped by to check on them and the guards who stood stationed at the corridors.

Boxes packed on the trollies, a large group headed off. The patrol followed along with several guards. The numbers had decreased dramatically.

Head for the one closest to you, not the one filled with supplies but the next one.

Silently, they crept from their spots, his brother easily slipping into the shuttle undetected. Prince crept along the shadows, just behind the guard's back. Several members of the ship were discussing something in a shuttle, arguing about some settings or what not. They wouldn't see him either.

Despite all that could go wrong, Prince found himself entering the shuttle undetected. Almost undetected.

"What the fuck is that?!" Running followed suit and a few shots rang out.

Prince didn't turn, just hit the button to shut the doors and protect his brother from any damage.

Prince? His brother warily touched the wounds on his back.

Start the ship. He hesitated but followed Prince's orders. As soon as they were off, he allowed him to tend to his wound. Before, it had been more of a gash than an actual penetrating wound.

How do I do this? I've never seen you bleed before… I always thought you were kind of invincible…

I will live. Prince purred comfortably to his brother before instructing him. He too had no idea but it sounded reasonable to remove the bullet and seal the wound.

It hurt and his brother took the longest time to remove the metal but he managed and tried to remain calm. If anything, he needed to keep his brother's head on his shoulders and that meant keeping his own.

What will we do when we crash?

We'll find the others. Taking his younger brother's head, he tucked it gently into his chest where he purred.

Despite their size and the fast growth of the drug given to them unwillingly, they were children at heart. Their minds inexperienced in a child's way stuck in the almost bodies of an adult. It would be strange and challenging for them to get used to it but they would manage. He would see to that.