Chapter 20
Break It Down
(Rosy POV)
My fists hurt. But I don't even feel it. Cause the pain in my heart hurts worse. I feel like my insides are exploding, my brain overloaded with stress and grief, as I swing, right and left. I don't even know or care what the fuck I'm hitting anymore. All I know…
Is that I failed.
My daughter never had much of a future. Her dragon nature is not accepted by the people who hold to the ideology of "normal". I know it would have been hard for her to try pretending she was normal.
But I had hope.
A hope that's now thoroughly and completely crushed by these recent events.
I failed her.
From the moment I allowed Malachi to leave that one night, I failed her. Because of me, he's dead. Because of me, she grew up without ever knowing him. Because of me, she's been hiding, all her life, from the eyes of humanity. Because of me, she was lured into a trap, where she was exposed to everything that I've been trying to protect her from throughout her whole life.
Because I failed to do a better job of protecting her.
I'm sorry, Malachi…I'm so sorry...
I scream as my fists thud into something hard and bony, but the explosion of pain is comforting.
Take that you bitch, how dare you fail your daughter?
Suddenly, I'm enveloped by great powerful arms. I struggle, and kick; angry that someone is trying to keep me from feeling the comforting pain that I know I deserve for failing her. For failing her and Malachi both.
But then, I'm taken aback by the loudest purring noise I've ever heard. I don't even realize that it's Spiky who's holding me. All at once, I'm sobbing, launching myself into his body.
His purring doesn't falter, and I feel his arms wrap around me gently, making me feel like a child all over again.
But with each tear, and every sob, a tiny bit of the pain begins to go away. The troubles are there… but relief follows. I feel my tears subsiding, as his strength seems to leak, and soak into me, making me feel better. Secure, even.
Damn, he's so warm. Strong too. Rock hard… but huggable…
THE. FREAKIN'. FUCK?
I jerk away as these observations hit me like a sledge hammer; I gulp as I look up into his face. I'm realizing that I'm doing the last thing I ever wanted to do to him.
I can't even read what emotions are there, within those dark, deeply hooded yellow eyes. But there's nothing unfriendly, as there had been previously.
The hell is wrong with you, bitch?
…
Great. That's just what I need. A random voice to ridicule me.
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(Spiky POV)
When Rosy exploded in such awesome and over powering rage, I was taken aback. I could not believe that anyone could become that angry. Then, when I saw the last signs of life leave the agent's body, I woke from my daze, because she showed no signs of slowing down, much less pulling back, or stopping.
I stepped in, pulling her away from the dead, limp body, and as I did so, I felt her struggle against me.
Paya, what fire burns within you, little one?
She's not calming down, and I react quickly, doing the only thing I can think of.
I purr.
Kha'bj-te and Setg'in have calmed Kanani and Lex with this. It may work with their kin. At this point, I am willing to try. Even if the result is only to get her to stop fighting me. She's only causing herself more grief.
Her body pauses and then trembles, before she suddenly shoves herself into me, her tiny hands pressed around her chest, holding herself as she sobs against me. My first reaction is to move her away.
But I can't. Instead, I pull her to me, careful to keep from crushing her.
For the first time, I realize just how physically fragile she is. I've known that she is small and vulnerable, but only now am I truly realizing this, as I feel her tiny body, pressed to mine, and her thin, soft skin as she trembles against me like a newborn. The wound on her leg is better, though it still needs time before she can use it normally.
I hear silence pressing in around me, and for a second, I think of pulling back, pulling away from her.
I cannot.
There's so much spirit, and so much fire in her! I am able to understand what has caused such rage within her heart, because she is now faced with the exact thing that she has trying to prevent. From what I have heard, I know that she has long tried to protect her daughter from exactly this battle, but now she has been left with no choice, and her anger from that is beyond belief. How can she possess such a bright flame within her small form? Who knows how long she has stood alone, while bravely facing odds I cannot begin to imagine.
...Not alone. Never again.
I do not contemplate this long, as she suddenly pulls back, trying to pull her short, thick hair out of her eyes.
I say nothing. What words can I speak to her at this moment?
Instead, she sniffles and then speaks. "I think I'm ok now. Th-Thanks." She gulps, her cheeks hot with blood that pulses beneath the skin. But she appears to be in control of her emotions now.
Standing up, I grab the remaining bodies and put them in the airlock. I do not trust those pauk-headed soldiers to accomplish this job.
I take all but the ooman Rosy has killed. She has managed to kill him with her bare hands. Unlike a Yautja, she is ooman, and does not even have claws with which to rip out a throat. Instead, she used her fists. Weaponless. It was not a dishonorable kill. Though he was also weaponless, he was not defenseless. And he has provoked the attack by his hostile actions towards her and her clan.
I mean, of course, her sister and her daughter.
This one's skull belongs to her and her alone. I will ensure that she has it.
She does not have the time to learn to take and clean trophies right now, however. She needs to get to the ship's control room. But I need to speak to Kanani, who has regained control of her emotions as well.
"Kha'bj-te, please take Rosy to the ship's control room." I speak in our tongue, so that the soldiers don't understand.
Kha'bj-te nods and he quickly takes Rosy from the room. I turn harshly to the soldiers.
"Make your plans for the next base. DO NOT leave this room. If you do, you will be sorry." For good measure, I turn my head towards the window, where the remains of the other humans float, slowly bursting apart in a bloody array. I hear their heart beats pick up with the intimidation, proof that they know I am not kidding… Which I am not.
I turn to the ooman who wet himself and growl.
"You call yourself a warrior, yet you would try to intimidate a wounded female and faint at the sight of a worthy opponent? Disgraceful. YOU will clean up that pauk-de mess you made."
And then, I turn to Kanani. There is little time for what I have in mind for her.
"Kanani, come with me."
She looks at me warily but nods.
Lex blurts. "Um, I need to take a powder."
Setg'in already has it covered, gently taking Lex's hand, he guides her from the room. Kanani follows me, her clawed feet clicking out of sync with my own footsteps. I can tell she's nervous. But she is more curious then nervous.
I enter my weapons room, which adjoins with the kehrite. I turn to regard the Llonng Sainja. I will tell you my thoughts here and now.
I was bothered when she stopped using her fire. We might have finished off the helicopters sooner, without the help of the soldiers, if she had maintained that ability to kill at long range.
If this should happen again, it may take more then her resilience and stubbornness to make up for the pause in her fire. It's her most lethal weapon, so she will need a compensation for the fight ahead, as I have no time to try to train her.
"Kanani, before our ooman allies showed up, you stopped using your fire. Why?"
"I'm not really sure. It's never happened before. I think though, that I ran out of fuel… so to speak."
"Have you ever used your fire for that long before?"
"…No sir." she responds, still confused.
"Then it is most likely your own inexperience that caused you to lose track of your limit." I hold up a hand as her nostrils flare out with anger.
I can see that she is angry not just at my words, but she is also angry at her own inexperience. In spite of her lack of training, she is still trying, and she is still a worthy ally. I try to think of a way to explain this to her without humiliating her. As a warrior, as one with no training, but who has put her life at stake while trying to learn, she does not deserve that.
"Your body was not used to exerting that much energy into your fire. And truly, you did not hold back, at all, you fought bravely for a long time. And you fought well. However, as we do not have the time for you to learn your own limits, or for you to expand your knowledge of combat, I will have to give you a long range weapon."
And I turn to my weapons rack, to a specialized weapon I created, years ago. I never meant for it to actually be used, and so it was situated on a smaller than normal mounting.
It is a quadruple plasma cannon, holding twin casters on each shoulder pad. Each cannon contains enough energy for 14 shots.
I take down the shoulder pads that hold the cannons and she stand motionless for once, as I set it carefully on her shoulders. I am surprised to see that it is a perfect fit. It is almost as if I'd had her in mind when I built it. I quickly get caught up in showing her how to fire them, how to aim and shoot.
"They only have 14 shots each. Use them wisely." I growl and then add softly. "You've done well, little one. But since I do not know what lies ahead. You must be prepared."
Tilting my head, I look at her, watching silently as she remains quiet, serious, and even a bit grim. Good.
"I do know this; the last ooman prisoner killed himself and one of the other prisoners, in order to hide something. The following labs will not be easy."
I continued, adding harshly. "That means NO MORE mating games. You do NOT need that and neither does Kha'bj-te."
"He started it." She protests, but at my growl, she quiets down, still defiant, but willing to listen it seems.
"Your scent, you will have to try to control. It flares up when you are with him. He is a youngblood, and has not mated yet. Your scent is becoming too much for him to handle."
"Wait… what? He can… oh crap." She roughly palms her forehead, avoiding her onyx horns as she adds. "So he smells my attraction to him? Well, that explains some things.. fuckin' terrific. How am I supposed to control my SCENT?"
I look at her gravely.
"You must. If you allow yourself to be distracted, you may lose everything… him included."
I see her swallow convulsively.
Her fists clench as her breath huffs.
"Then he'd better not start anything. Cause I'm going to bust his chops if he does."
I gargle a laugh.
"You already have."
She will be fine. And if she is not, then we were doomed before we have even started. If I know Rosy, she will be talking to Kha'bj-te about this very subject… in a way that he will understand PERFECTLY well.
Fear of losing his manhood may encourage the pauk-head to be more self-disciplined for once.
Kanani's testing out the cannons, moving them, but not firing them. I nod and then take her to the kitchen, to eat. I can hear her stomach growling. I better take something for Rosy to eat, as well.
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(Psycho's POV)
I take Rosy to the ship's control room. It is the room that controls most of the basic functions of the ship. It is also the pilot's room. She's been very quiet, as she hobbles slightly behind me.
Paya, but I am nervous. I know she does not approve of the situation she caught Kanani and myself in. And I somehow get the feeling she will rip my manhood off, if she gets the chance. Paya forgive me, but I am very grateful that she is wounded at the moment. It will give me a decent head start if she tries to kill me.
When I show her the room, she ignores my introduction, regarding me quietly as she finally growls. "So, Spiky jr. Just what is it that you're trying to accomplish by molesting my daughter?"
The question catches me completely off-guard. Molest? I have never molested her.
…
Not entirely. I scowl to myself.
When I saw up her skirt, that was an accident. When I pinned her in the elevator, she did not resist. And then SHE pinned ME. TWICE.
"I have not molested her." I growl, confused and just slightly angry as I think. How could I molest Kanani, after she helped me escape that pauk-de prison? I owe her my pauk-de life.
But Rosy doesn't know this. She growls and before I know it, she's yanked me down by the bottom edge of my mask. Thank Paya she left my hair alone…
"You listen, and you listen good. I'm not going to just stand by and watch as you charm your way into her heart. Whatever she feels for you, I know at least that she has no intention of ever hurting you. You're her first. And I'm pretty damned sure that she's planning on you being her last. Her only! Cause that's the way girls think. The way humans and dragons alike think. You? I don't know what YOUR shpeel is, but I DO know that you're a guy. From what I know, you men have only ONE thing on your minds when it comes to us women."
I don't confirm or deny this. But her words are giving me pause. Is it possible… that Kanani sees me as a future life mate?
Pauk.
I never thought that far. I never WOULD have thought that far! But at this moment, R'ka enters the room. He's holding a small container of food for Rosy. He pauses, as he sees that she has me by my mask and lower jaw, talking to me as though I am a foolish unblooded male.
Rosy adds in a growl. "I just beat a man to death with my bare hands. I won't hesitate to cut off your jewels if you ever think of taking advantage of her."
She would too...
R'ka trills in amusement before speaking
"Rosy, let him go. Kha'bj-te, what she says is the truth. I am not impressed with how you have handled your attraction to the Llonng Sainja thus far. Trying to mate her in the midst of our attack is easily the most pauk-de stupid thing you have ever done. That includes trying to make a pet out of a facehugger."
...
"I WAS JUST A PUP WHEN I DID THAT!"
"Exactly. You did not know any better. But now you are an adult. You know better. You KNEW better. Pauk, Kha'bj-te, ALL of our lives were on the line. And not only are you crossing a boundary for stupidity, but you are not considering the fact that she is not like our females. She is strong, yes, and very brave, but her mind is different. Rosy has confirmed our belief that Llonngs mate for life. If you take her, then you belong to her, just as she will belong to you. She will need to kill any female that tries to take you away from her. She will have no choice but to do so. I do not say this to keep you from courting her. But you have been duly warned. There are consequences to your actions. If you do not know that by now, then you have learned nothing. Choose wisely, Youngblood."
…
I think my mind has just been blown. I never realized just HOW big an issue this is. But I will say this; I am not deterred in the least from wanting to pursue Kanani. I know I didn't even think of the possibility that she could be a mate, when I first met her. She was just a mere ooman, a subject of curiosity. Then, she was an ally, someone I counted on and who counted on me. We defended, one the other.
And now… Oh Paya. Memories of her scent, her aggression. Her claim on me…
Pauk, I need to stop, before I give Rosy cause to attack me.
And how do I describe Kanani? She's like a super nova; an exploding star; magnificent and fierce when she's angry. Her ooman form is not note worthy, other than her unusually large size. But her appearance is not what I think of. It now goes beyond that. Her rage, her fortitude, and the confusing way she both threatens and beckons me.
I may be a good hunter, a brave warrior, but I have the worst fortune. She knows this.
I trip over nothing, knock over the things I shouldn't and things unravel when I am in the room.
She knows this as well. She has seen it.
Why did she claim ME? And did she claim me as a mate for life?
I take off my mask, as a resolve takes place in my heart. I want Rosy to see my face. I do not see hers, but she needs to see mine.
"I understand. I will not hurt her."
Rosy stares at me, waiting till I have my mask back on, and then speaks.
"Good, and one more little thing. If you EVER touch her wings again, I will cut off your dreads and FEED them to you!"
Holy Paya!
I am dealing with an angry Elderess in Ooman form.
R'ka starts chuckling as he dismisses me from the room, quickly going about the task of educating Rosy in the controls of the ship.
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(R'ka POV)
Her hands…
I didn't even notice at first, but the skin of Rosy's knuckles has been ripped off. They're bleeding as I speak. I pause, in the midst of my instruction and reach for my medikit. I don't want her to get blood on my equipment, but I also don't want her to hurt herself anymore then she already has.
"What?" Rosy queries. I just shake my head as I chide her.
"You work so hard to take care of your daughter. I think you'd best look out for your own care as well. If only so that you may better care for her."
She snorts," Hey, I- HEY! What are you-"
I bandage her hands quickly, after smoothing the same solvent I used on her thigh onto her bleeding knuckles. "Thanks." Her voice is soft, as she looks at the bandages.
I only nod as I keep teaching her the basics of how to operate the ship's self-defense system. She's absorbing the information at a quick pace, and I feel pleased. Then again, another part of me is wondering why I'm being so soft towards her. When I first met her, I thought nothing of her.
Her well-being has become important not just to my honor, but to me personally as well.
"If every ooman were to have this ability of endearing themselves to those who would hunt them, then no ooman would ever die save by old age."
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(Kemp Marillo POV)
I can't believe what Mitch did. I know he's a dumbass, and he gets dumber when he's bored and horny… but now, I'm convinced. He's useless. He was born useless. And I tell him so.
"Mitch, the HELL were you trying to pull?"
"Shut up."
Chief ain't happy with him either.
"We're on fuckin' duty, Mitch, you fuck-head!"
"Yessir."
I cut my gaze over to where the dragon girl beat the crap out of Mitch. NOW I'm paranoid. She waltzed in here, like a regular high school girl. I've heard of the twilight series, and I've seen a lot of weird movies. Normally, when something is supernatural, it's either super ugly, or super beautiful.
She's neither. Not in her human form. And now that I've seen her hybrid form in a relaxed mood, I can say that she's not ugly.
Wouldn't date her though. She's FUCKIN' young too!
Though that sure didn't stop the Psycho predator from staring at her like he would die without having her in his line of vision.
What the hell is up with that anyways? I mean… for one thing, the woman, Rosy, hugged the big guy when he pulled her away from Bozo the agent. I saw her fight him a moment, but the moment he started making that purring sound, she snuggled into him like he's the world's biggest fuckin' teddy bear.
She's the woman who either consented to have her genes donated for science, (which, after hearing her outburst while she was beating that last agent to death, I seriously DOUBT) or, she coupled with someone who wasn't her species. A dragon. Oh geez...
I don't know a whole lot about aliens, but guys are guys, whether they have freakin' mandibles or not. I'm pretty sure Goliath enjoyed her touch. And I'm more than slightly suspicious.
And another thing. The other woman, Lex, and the predator named Scar…
Definitely a "hot" item. I mean, he's completely overprotective. Won't let ANYONE near her. He was practically breathing down my neck when I was repairing and re-bandaging her arm.
And she wasn't protesting… like, at all. In fact, I'm very sure she would have rather been alone with him.
This is some seriously crazy shit I've landed in.
"Mario, go and get your gear from the infirmary. You're going to need to make sure you've got everything."
I look at him.
"The Big Guy told us to not-"
"He won't hurt you. You're a medic. That's an order, soldier."
Great. I get up and start walking. Sometimes… I just don't like the guys I'm forced to work with. We may be the Die Hards, but they are BEYOND hard ass.
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Scar POV
I wait patiently, a little down the hall, reflecting quietly. So much has happened, I almost feel dazed. Just the other day, I was hopeless. I thought I would escape that place only by dying.
Not only did I escape, but the woman, the ooman who fought by my side at my chiva, who haunted my every dream and who's face I can never be able to forget, found me there. She feels the same way about me that I feel about her.
With a heart that is full, I look down at the floor and I reflect. What will happen when we finish here with earth? When I take her back? I want her as my mate. Never mind that I am young, that I have never fathered a pup. I need this woman. Too many times, she was my anchor for retaining whatever sanity I possessed at the time.
"Thanks for waiting, Scar."
I look up as she comes out, flashing me a tired smile before she puts her mask back on. Overall, she seems tired. Concerned, I ask. "Do you need a place to sleep?"
"No. I'd rather not-" she stumbles. This is the second time. I gently take her arm, telling her. "At least you should rest."
She sighs. I can feel resistance in her breath as she flatly replies. "I don't need to rest. Rosy's not resting and neither is Kanani."
"Lex, please do not be stubborn. I just want to make sure that-"
"Scar, what happens after we're done here?" She suddenly blurts.
Titling my head, I shrug slightly. I was wondering that myself.
"I won't leave you." I tell her in a firm voice. I won't leave her. Ever. And as I tell her this, I hear her soft laugh.
"You don't really have much of a choice there, Scar. But… even though Spiky doesn't seem to have a problem with me… Or Psycho for that matter… well, what about your parents?"
"My father is the one who gave you my kict'pa. I know he respected you. Respected the mark I gave you." I gently brush my hand against her mask, where I placed the mark on her, so long ago.
My clan's symbol.
Her hand, her uninjured arm, catches my hand and holds it there, slowly lowering it so that it's touching the side of her neck, brushing it against her silky skin.
I inhale sharply.
Her scent has changed.
This is not the first time it's happened… but it's far stronger. A low purr erupts from my chest, as my other hand reaches to caress the back of her head. I slowly feel her soft, thick hair, marveling at the delicate strands. So many and their so thick…
Somehow, we drift closer. Her hand leaves mine as she reaches and touches my neck. She has to reach to do so. I crouch down, as her fingers drift across my throat to tangle in my hair.
Oh Paya…
I purr gutturally, leaning into her touch as fire arcs through my body.
I want her.
I need her.
I need you, Lex.
Her arm suddenly reaches and removes my mask. Suddenly, I feel nervous. Why?
As she looks into my face, I hear her mumbled voice, but I do not understand what she says. My mask and her mask both hit the floor. She leans her face towards mine, as her hand explores my face. I lean into her touch, allowing her complete access, showing her how much I trust her.
I'm startled when her face slips past my three mandibles, which I spread out, in order to avoid hurting her. Her lips brush against my mouth.
And a feeling I have only begun to comprehend burns within me as I lock my mandibles gently around her ears, exploring her small body with my hands, as her mouth explores every soft part of my face.
She's so tiny… how can someone so small be as courageous and strong as she?
A moan vibrates her throat, as I try to mimic the motions of her mouth.
Gently, mindful of my fangs and her fleshy mouth.
I don't know how I'm controlling myself. I want to take her here and now… But I realize now is not the time to go that far with her.
She, however, doesn't seem to realize this. That becomes obvious as she suddenly pulls on a handful of my hair, causing me to nearly jerk back. I nick her ear with my tusk. She gasps with pain as we pull away.
"I'm sorry!" I blurt, embarrassed and horrified. But she only shakes her head, as she gently ignores the blood that's dripping down her neck, she speaks. I manage to understand this much.
She's not mad at me. She picks up our masks, giving me mine. I put it on, and she tells me. "I'm sorry, Scar. I should have known better. But you should know… I'm not finished with you."
I feel a shiver run down my body as she says this, her voice low and surprisingly husky. Slyly, as she puts her mask on, I purr. "Same here."
I see her small frame freeze slightly, and her scent grows stronger yet. I chuckle inwardly. Whatever influence I had over females before I met Lex, I must still possess.
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(2nd lieutenant/weapon-specialist Blake Harrison POV)
This. Is. BULL.
I listen grimly as Daniel speaks rapidly, in his quick tone, rattling off the technical info and then translating it so we can understand. Basically, we're using the ETs and their human and hybrid minions.
I don't like this. But it's orders. I don't question orders. It's never been my place. I'm not the smartest guy here. I'm just the meanest. No one messes with me, EVER!
And it's not that I have anything against the dragon-girl or her mamma.
But the ETs…
One of my buddies was killed by a Predator, so I don't have any issues with using these fuckers and then killing them. The girl though… she can't be more then 20. And it doesn't sound like it was her fault that she got mixed in with the ETs. Looks like she caught the wrong deal all the way around.
The team medic, Kemp Marillo, he has no idea what our objective really is. He's relatively new to the team, see, and furthermore, he's something of a… well, he's pretty naive. In other words, he's one of the few guys who wouldn't shoot you in the back for no reason. You can depend on him to be stupid. Don't tell him I said that though. I'm not saying the kid doesn't have spunk. He's absolutely ruthless in sarcasm.
But naive.
I have a feeling he's not going to make it out of this alive. Human heroes are the ones who sacrifice everything.
Including their lives.
I'm pulled back into the conversation as Daniel quickly explains further, "I've just completed the hacking sequence I'll need. When the time comes, we'll have those hybrids under our control."
"And then?" Retch grins," Can I control one? Please? I bet it's just like a video game! Ooh, can we connect the microchip-brain-control-thingies to an X-box?"
Daniel just stares at him. As does everyone else.
Retch is an ON-CRACK-CRAZY geek… and he's dangerous.
Fucking perfect combo for a marine.
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(Kanani POV)
Damn. Too much drama around here. But still, these are some pretty sweet guns I've got… and I'm not talking about the kind that flex. I love these quadruple cannons Sir Spiky the Grouch gave me. He's actually becoming the kind of guy I think I would like to have as an older-type friend. Besides my mom I mean.
As I walk back to the main room, my head held high, I stop short as I smell Psycho before running into him. He stops short, looking down at me with a tilted head.
Something's different about him. Is that… respect, in his overall appearance?
Most likely not...
He steps back and allows me room to move. I give him a look.
"Are you on crack?"
He grumbles, "No. You are going that way, correct?"
"Actually… yeah. Where are you going?"
"Same way."
"Then why the hell were you heading THAT way?" I growl, suspicious.
I hear his slight purring chuckle as he replies.
"Was looking for you. Making sure you were not lost."
…
I dunno whether that's sweet or downright stalker-ish.
Pervert.
Damn, that word's becoming a term of endearment.
I grin up at him. "Your time was wasted man, I'm not lost. I'm getting to know this ship like the back of my palm."
We're walking back to the main room, when Shorty, or Kemp, stumbles into our path.
He looks from me to Psycho and scowls.
"What are YOU looking' at?"
"Lost?" I ask, with a lifted brow.
"Naw, I'm trying to find a Subway."
Aw, we have a comedian in the house. I snicker as I jut my hip out, tail swishing," You're going the wrong way. Your buddies are the other direction."
"Actually, I was looking for the medical room. I need to gather my equipment."
"Oh. Well, c'mon. I'll take you."
Psycho doesn't seem to go for this. I scowl at him.
"Buddy, shut your growling. I've got this." I turn and walk away, Kemp nervously following me. Oh, he don't look nervous, but I can smell it on him. I feel sorta bad for him. He may be a prick, but he's a good guy. He patched up my mom, Aunt Lex, AND he belted Mitch the Bitch. Can't be all that bad.
Psycho lets us go, thank God. I was afraid he'd give me a hard time. I look over my shoulder a moment, and I see him, standing and looking at me. I smile, a small smile, but I can't help thinking that I can't wait for all this to blow over.
I think I love you, Psycho. That's why I'm going to treat you like crap until this is over. I don't want us to slip up like last time.
FINISHED. The chapter I mean. Finally. I'm sorry it took so long. But... at least tell me it's worth the wait por favor!
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Jak457: New reviewer! YAYA! I'm glad you're liking the story! THANK you for your feedback!
AnimeDreama: Aw, I'm real sorry about your laptop, but I'm happy you're still in the loop and THANK THANK THANK YOU for leaving a review!
XLR8ION: LOL, thanks for your feedback, my friend. It is kinda funny, though I didn't really mean for it to be humorous. ;)
Luv4Uncas: Naw, don't worry about it, we all have busy schedules, right? heh, glad you're liking it! and YES Sir Spiky Pants LOVES his ship.
(unnamed): I dunno if you'll read this, but I'm glad you like it!
Horser01: Here's the next chapter! Thanks for your review and your patience!
Dra9onf7yz : Yes, purring makes the world go round... XD
WolfAngel75: O.O* uh... here's the update, ah, no need to... hunt me down... Still though, I've never been threatened to finish a fanfic story this is a first. ^_^* glad you like it... :D
2PMPrince: Lol, I've been thinking about that! DRAGONS WITH MANDIBLES! ... or not... _ _*
CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT, COMMENTS AND QUESTIONS ARE WELCOMED! ENJOY THE CHAPTER!
Kanani: They just READ the chapter.
me:... right. uh... well, enjoy it!