Grendel was still asleep when I turned back to look at him. Another wind picked up and the foul, heavy stench of the ocean and bothered my antennae. It was so polluted with human materials.....I predicted it wouldn't be long until this planet brought itself to it's own doom, if I didn't get it first. Grendel wasn't bothered by the scent at all, which surprised me since he must have come from another, much more pure dimension of some kind, surrounded by his fellows.....
Fellows.
I started to walk again, deciding I had another quest if I wanted to survive. I had to find other Irkens. I'm actually quite helpless without the privilege of my ID Pak, and it was getting easier to admit that. But.....I was not pathetic........insane, perhaps, but pathetic...
Well I didn't know. I wasn't made to know, if it was true or not. I decided to leave the dragon on his own. I helped him and he helped me, and that's that. I headed off back into the thick forest of earth trees.
None of you will ever know what it is like to be stranded on an alien world with the planet itself hostile, let alone the dominant inhabitants after you in particular. I'm not even going to start on the "why me's".......I've settled those decades ago.
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A gloved hand pulled a dirty body out from the base of a tree trunk and into the open. The Irken looked around for his robot when his boot hit something colder then his thoughts and skin. He turned around inside the dank dwelling to see MIR, turned off and in sleep mode. He decided it would be best to leave him there where he couldn't give away anyone looking for food. He grabbed a casual-looking handful of dirt. And another. And another. And another, until he made a pile covering the entrance to the hideaway. MIR will get it...I hope...
With that the malnutritioned Irken set off, being able to see surprisingly well in the dim light. But the downfall to having such keen senses was just having them. The scent of the trees and other plant life he had before learned brought most humans to a peaceful state of mind..........he had to admit that it wasn't a bad smell, but it invoked fear. To him, it wasn't the sensation of being at home and in the beautiful wilds of his own planet. It was the reality of fear and danger, knowing from every direction you turned you couldn't escape the unknown while hidden everywhere laid predators, watching and waiting for any false moves that would leave you for their hungry and neglected bloodthirst.
The alien shivered, out of a reaction to the cold and his thoughts. Everything was just so cold; there wasn't an ounce of warmth around him let alone in him while the mere air chilled the strong waving trees. But life wouldn't be so cold if he wasn't so alone......puddles of liquid came to his eyes as he thought; about how he could have avoided such a catastrophe. Like how shouldn't have let.....her....go off and lead that army against the human scum. How he should've followed, even though she strictly told him to not. It was all his fault they were both in this mess and this world to begin with, and he knew it. She had always told him...before...--If it wasn't for his own idiocy, she wouldn't have been sent to earth with him at all.
The Irken could no longer find the strength to walk and he collapsed to his knees then to his front, from the cold of his physical and mental environments.
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It had been about two hours, but I wasn't sure. It was certainly very sunny, but luckily the shadows of the dense forest would hide me well, accompanied by chilling winds. The regrettable rest I had did do some good, however, seeing as I was more alive then what, at the current time, I had ever been. My body was refreshed (although a little stiff) and most importantly, more alert. I walked at a steady pace, being sure to not go too fast and destroy the little energy I had. I couldn't renew it, not without risking my life. Then it hit me.
Food. I needed food. When had it last been since I ate? I gently grabbed one of my bent, muddy antennae in a slight panic. There was nothing on earth to live off of, in a revolting civilization or otherwise. I mentally reviewed the contents of my backpod but nothing of use arose. Great. Well at least I'd die of starvation rather then a far from dignifying death as a human research project. I created a unsatisfying blend of a cringe and a growl at the thought of it. It was only usatisfying because the bloodlust had only strengthened at the action and I glared at the sudden hate around me. It was my only friend now, my only power, and my food.
I would feed off Hate until I got my blood.
A/N: Well, that was a niffty write.....sry for the wait, I've been having some serious mood swing issues. Hmmm...ever listen to linkin park while writing a depressing angst fic with that elmo movie in the background? It's very scary and changes your mood from dark and reflective to bloodthirsty and doomy.
