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Chapter 10

Tony had set the alarm on his phone to wake him as early as 4:30 AM. Jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom, he quickly showered, brushed his teeth and dressed. He had his computer turned on when he initially awoke, needing only to input his password.

He needed to learn more about these aliens. And maybe even find out more about his Uncle in the process. Though the thought continued to bother him, he hoped that the cause of his Uncle's disappearance wasn't because his skull was on one of the alien's trophy collection. Maybe even Amazon's...

Tony gulped and took a deep breath and banished the thought. Too late to be acting paranoid again after coming this far. His hands went flying as he typed and occasionally moved the mouse and clicked. The firs thing he looked for was any extra info on his Uncle, but unless he could figure how to hack a military website, he was stuck. Postponing that route, he searched for any info on the web on 'Hunter Aliens'.

"Woah," Tony muttered, his chin in his hand as he found a promising website. It mentioned an incident that occurred at least 9 years ago in Antarctica. Only known survivor was 'Alexa Woods', an environmental technician. Tony leaned back in his chair with a sigh, not learning anything else. She wasn't missing or anything like his Uncle was, but she apparently lived a very low profile lifestyle after the incident. Not that he could blame her, even though this woman was probably one of the few he could really talk to about this situation. Tony frowned as he struggled to remember the name of the L.A. officer his father mentioned offhandedly. Harrigan, right? Before the name slipped his mind again, he quickly looked up the LAPD website, searching for a Harrigan. He nodded inwardly as he found one result match and read yto copy down the cell phone number.

He nearly jumped when he heard a crash outside of his house. And it sounded like it was in his yard. Ceasing his typing, he looked toward his window, not quite having the will to get up and look. Fighting his sudden bout of lethargy, he stalked over to his veiled window and parted one of the blinds with a finger. It was still relatively dark, as it was only about 5:30. However, he could see several figures seeming to walk out of some space in thin air.

"What the flying fuck..." Anthony whispered harshly. He counted at least six figures in his yard, and they all looked heavily muscled, had dreadlocks and wore armor and clothing similar to Amazon, but with small variations among them.

Apparently, she called her friends, Tony thought, suddenly angry with her. She didn't bother telling him that she had some 'Friends' coming over, and now he was about to get exploded by one of them if he was caught. Tony thought briefly of bringing his laptop with him, but decided it'd be harder to run away while holding one. He quickly threw his shoes on and watched the window. As soon as they were out of sight, he climbed out as quickly as he could. He couldn't think of where to run, and he realized his bike was in the front yard, where those other Hunters were walking towards.

"Gotta find something hot, something hot," Tony realized. He crouched behind the generator that sat next to his house, a large box shaped machine with a giant fan on top of it. He was relieved to have one, learning from his father that they apparently saw things mostly in Infrared. Unfortunately, the generator was closer to the front yard than his liking at the moment, as he could easily see his 'Uninvited Guests'. Amazon came out the house to meet them, confirming his idea that she was expecting them.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Tony mouthed silently. He should have let her die in the alley. Now there were seven of them. And they all had those damned shoulder cannons. He watched the six other aliens talking to Amazon, in which one of the visitors apparently said something offensive. He couldn't understand their language, but Amazon stepped toward the speaker threateningly, causing the other to back off, albeit hesitantly. Whatever the conversation was continued for about another two minutes, which in Tony's case, it sounded like felines growling or roaring at each other, and then the six hunters began to make their way back to what was possibly their ship. Suddenly nervous, Tony held his breath and hugged himself close to the generator hoping they wouldn't notice. Five of them passed by, but the last one stopped directly in front of him. Tony heard soft clicking and grunting and the hunter kneeled on leg to examine the generator closer, his masked face directly in front of Tony's.

The human swallowed nervously, struggling to not breath, trying to look anywhere but at the mask. Suddenly, the hunter stood and walked away towards where the other five went.

Tony sighed deeply. Amazon seemed okay, but he never met any other alien like her. They'd probably kill him and not bat an eyelash. Tony frowned in thought. Do they even have eyelashes? He heard the ship take off, but saw that it didn't leave orbit. Rather it seemed to fly off somewhere before going invisible. Confident they were far enough, he ran back into the house to see Amazon seated on the couch and typing into her gauntlet.

"Amazon!" he whispered harshly, rushing over to stand in front of her. She was currently not wearing her mask thing and only gave him a cursory glance, most likely acknowledging his presence. Her typing hadn't ceased and Tony figured it had something to do with the recent visitors and the mask.

"Why didn't you tell me you had your buddies stopping by! I could've died!" he continued to whisper loudly, still feeling a bit paranoid. Amazon only made a scoffing sound as though dismissing him. Tony exhaled noisily, wondering how to even deal with this woman. Not only was she an alien, but she could probably squash him with just one of her arms.

"Come on, you gotta talk to me. At least let me know next time you decide to invite more serial killers so I don't you know, die," Tony said sarcastically, trying to elicit some response from her. She didn't bother to react at all this time, and never before did Tony feel like throwing a temper tantrum. He didn't care how big she was. She wasn't going to freeload in his house and then act like she owned it!

"Alright, fine," Tony shook his head, annoyed. "You can't stay in my house then. Nope."

That scoffing sound again. She was still typing on her gauntlet. This woman wasn't taking him seriously at all.

"Alpha Bitch, huh? Well," Tony tried to rack his brain for something that'd make her respect him more. "That fridge you fucked up, no more food for you! Hear me? You can't get anymore!" he exclaimed, enhanced with pointing from both his hands.

The result of this threat worked a little to well, as Amazon stood up and growled threateningly at him with all four of her mandibles extended. Tony had to step back so he wouldn't get knocked over by her pushing at him with just her figure. But Tony wasn't having it this time. He took a deep breath.

"You've had hundreds of chances to kill me. If you don't start listening to me, you can't have none of that Turkey you like so much," Anthony explained, using his hands to emphasize which food he was talking about through size display. Amazon growled again, clicking her mandibles irritably while leaning her face closer to Tony's. He was still a little intimidated, but he wasn't backing down now.

"Hey. Don't be giving me that dirty look. You no listen, no food," he said assertively. Amazon stared at him long and hard before standing up straight and growling, sounding more annoyed than before. She shouldered passed him, snatched her mask off the couch and stomped out of the front door.

Tony gulped and wiped the sweat off his brow before slumping down onto the sofa.

"Women," he groaned tiredly. Alien Women, he amended in his head. He wasn't sure if he even made progress there, but she did walk out the door. That and she didn't decide to bitch slap him. He couldn't help but snort at that mental image, even though if she really did that, it'd probably cripple or kill him. With a grunt, he got off the couch and trudged back to his room to write down that officer's number.

A/N: Lol, I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this chapter. I don't know, I just wanted to write some more character development. I kinda feel like I did a shitty job xD. Let me know what you thought, please!

Next chapter should have some Alien Vs. Predator action.