Chapter 3 br

(sorry for the long wait everybody, as usual work and school are the scourge that prevents me from updating as much as I'd like. My style has changed a bit since then too, so I hope people still like it)

Michelle crouched in the small space conveniently located under the examining table as she saw a big nasty arm try to reach in and take hold of her. Yeah right! Like she was gonna let them get her. She saw enough sci-fi movies to know what was going on. They wanted to get her on that table to probe her and god knows what else! No way she was getting probed by a crab-face in a speedo. Not no way! Not no how!

She grasped the things massive yellow hand and bit down in the area between its thumb and forefinger. The force of her bite left small teeth marks as it jerked its clawed hand back away out of the crevice with a menacing growl. She wedged herself closer into the corner of two intercepting pipes as she gazed up through the grated floor nearest the hole she had slipped into. She spit onto the ground and scrapped her tongue with small nails as she made a face. It tasted like she bit into a cross between a toad and old cabbage.

She felt the vibration of something falling onto the grate floor as she looked around with wide blue eyes. This was NOT what she had in mind when she ran away.

Trauma picked up the vicious looking disk and regarded it for a second. Nice and sharp, looked clean as a scalpel. Hopefully it would serve its purpose. As she stood up she walked silently over to where the other two remaining creatures were worrying with the poor girl.

"Hey!" she snarled, pulling her arm into a swing as both the creature's heads snapped toward her. With one firm swing, she brought the blade to the side of the first one's head, intending to make a mark while they were still trying to rise to their feet. "Don't tease the animals!"

To her surprise, the bladed edge of the frisbee had very little resistance as it slid straight through the first one's skull and embedded itself deeply into the temporal lobe of the one beside it. She let go of the weapon as she watched the first one drop limply to the ground, the top of its heap sliding off to let strange oozy green blood and brain matter gush into the small crevice Michelle hid in.

There was a horrified wail of disgust as the girl was dowsed in the putrid warm liquid. "Ewwww! Ewwwww! Ewwwwww! Traumaaaaaaaa!"

Trauma brought up a booted heel and pushed off the second alien corpse. The blade dripped blood as the body fell to the floor with a heavy thud just as a gore-smeared Michelle peeked out of the hole. There was the sound of a shriek and the dull thud of skull against a metal beam as the child tried to jump up in reflex to the scare followed by an all too familiar whine. "Owwwww!"

"Michelle, get up here!" Trauma called out as she grasped the weapon in her hand. She liked the frisbee. She liked it a lot. Let's see someone bug her while she was waving this baby around. She watched as Michelle clamored out of the hold, inching her way with another whine past the two bodies. The girl was drenched in the eerie gore, which made her look like she got in a losing battle with a case of glow-sticks. Michelle smacked away chunks of brain matter with a look of freaked-out disgust. "Ewww...ewww...Trauma its in my shoes! Its running in my socks! Grrrooooosss!"

"Shut-up will you!" Trauma snapped, dragging the girl to her feet. "Get another frisbee and lets move before the rest come."

"I don't wanna touch those things Trauma..." The girl looked over where the other frisbee was attached to the hip of a dead alien. "I wanna go hooooome!"

"And I want a white-russian!" Trauma retorted. "Now go pick it up...unless you plan to gnaw them to death!"