Author's Note: I greatly apologize for the amount of time that's gone by since my last post. If you must know as to why I'm such a terrible person with this it's because school and my job tried to kill me several times. That and other obsessions took over and poor little Scar was forgotten for the time being. This chapter was just typed up out of nowhere last night and I'm not sure how great it is; not to mention it's short. Funny perhaps, but I know I probably could've done better. Forgive me. At this point, this fic just needs to end. With that said, enjoy it. Note I'm not sure if 6 will be done anytime soon…I will try now that I have more time.
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5.
Steven didn't know how much longer he could go without passing out. The back of this strange alien creature wasn't what he thought he'd be staring at when he had gotten up that morning. Whatever it was, wherever it was from, he wanted to know what it had eaten for breakfast that first of all gave him the body it did and second, where all the energy came from.
He really wondered if this…hunter, as Lex had described it as really knew what it was doing. To him this creature was just running around in circles, stopping for only a few seconds to look around and then dodging off as if it found something.
Steven finally couldn't take it anymore. He stopped and called to the predator to wait a moment, having fully expected the irritable growl he received. "I can't run like you," he said. "I failed high school gym."
The predator, dreadlocks flipping over his shoulder, made a move towards Steven. His free hand clenched itself into a tight fist and pounded his chest; his other hand was holding a less menacing version of a spear. A clicking sound came from somewhere under the strange mask it wore, but Steven could only stare at it while trying desperately to catch his breath.
"Just...wait a second." He leaned over and stared at the cement sidewalk. He noticed from the corner of his eye that the predator had taken a few steps closer, its metal-clad feet stepping out of the shadows from the building next to them.
Steven wished he had enough breath to hell when he felt the collar of his shirt being pulled tightly back; the top button of the front of the shirt snapped off and flung itself into a nearby gutter. He tried with all his might to keep his balance as he felt himself being dragged backwards.
"Stop!" He finally yelled out. "Damn it let me go!"
He wished he hadn't said that. He knew he deserved to land on his rump with a hard thud that made the rest of him feel like an earthquake was ripping through his body. The predator stood with obvious anxiousness. He growled at him and started to walk away with long strides provided by his long, muscle-toned legs.
Steven wanted to cry. He scurried to his feet and jogged after his companion, but halted suddenly only moments later. The predator circled around something on the ground and for a moment Steven couldn't tell what his new…friend…had found. He moved aside and noticed what had caught the alien's attention. They both knelt down at the same time, and each picked up an object as if now both incredible detectives.
"That's Lex's cell phone!" Steven shouted pointing to the small phone in the hunter's clawed hand. "She must have been jumped—all of this stuff is hers."
He searched around the area but didn't see her wallet in sight. "I think she's in terrible trouble if she's not here and her stuff is."
The hunter growled and jumped to its feet, practically turning around in midair to jog down the street. Steven followed once again, his energy somehow coming back to him well enough to semi-keep up with the other. As he followed through a side alley, his eyes focused not on the ground, but at the predator's actions, he came to the conclusion that there was more to this creature than a typical, primitive hunter. In fact, he was starting to have his doubts at just how primitive he should consider this thing. The spear in his hand wasn't wood with a piece of rock on the end…it was actually quite sophisticated, for lack of better words. And the equipment he wore—he doubted all that metal was really a part of him. No, this thing was good. It had instincts and technology.
Maybe…just maybe they will find Lex soon.
Steven stopped a few steps behind the predator to watch him survey the surroundings. To him it looked like a normal alley littered with trash that gave it that that eerie, terrifying feeling that something would jump out from the darkness ahead. Then again, nothing was as bad as the company he was keeping. He decided that the next time he saw anyone standing on a street corner trying to look like they'd rip your head off if you didn't give them money, he'd laugh in their face and walk on.
Then he heard it--music; very loud music at that. He had a feeling that whoever was playing it had Lex with them; at least by the way the hunter was acting. "Lex," Steven said softly and took a step forward. The long arm of the hunter shot out and stiffly hung in front of Steven's face to keep him from moving on.
The predator moved on, in a much slower pace, its hand flexing itself over the shaft of the silver spear. He growled in a way that sounded almost satisfying. Steven looked around. The building on the right was a shop that had been out of business for nearly a month. The one on the left, though, was what used to be an old fire station until the new one was built several blocks away. The windows her boarded up, there was graffiti all over it and as far as Steven thought from driving by it a few times it was completely abandoned.
"Apparently not," he said when the predator started down a little further to where there was a fire-escape ladder rusting away on the side of the building. He followed and wanted to cry when he saw how easily the huge creature moved up the rod-steps and tore off one of the plywood boards on the window.
Without stressing over it any longer, Steven jumped up and grabbed the ladder, having a good amount of trouble pulling him up high enough to get a footing so he could climb up.
By the time he had reached the second floor platform, the predator was smashing the glass of the window and climbing through. Steven stood still for a moment so he could cover his ears. "Why don't you just announce over a loudspeaker that we're here," he muttered as he struggled to get his leg on the sill of the window.
The room they were now in was dark, cold and miserable. Paint was pealing off the walls, the floor looked filthy and pieces of furniture were oddly placed here and there. Steven felt like holding his breath from the musty smell, but the predator seemed to have other ideas. With the music blasting, no one could hear the creaking of the floor from the weight of the two intruders, something Steven was thankful for.
The hunter had found the hole in the floor with the steel pole extending from the ceiling to the level below, an old tool used by fire men for a quick descent to the trucks and equipment. He knelt down and listened intently. Steven hadn't a clue what he was listening for; all he could hear was that God-awful racket these people called music. He went over to the hunter who seemed to be contemplating what action he should take.
Steven knelt down and leaned over. To his surprise he could see a good portion of the garage below them—including Lex sitting in the corner with her hands tied together. "There she is!" He yelled in a whisper. The predator only pushed him back to get him out of the way. Steven brushed himself off from all the dust and dirt; the predator still knelt in the same spot. Obviously had something up his sleeve; what that was Steven was afraid to know.