Thankies much for the reviews! Ah, what torture I have in store for Matt in these upcoming chapters…:) Do not take Matt's views on movies and actors as mine, because I love action movies. Oh, I also have put up a bio of M'yin-de on my profile. I will be putting up a new bio and deleting the old one everytime I update, so read when you can!

Golden Wind: The parents sleep like logs, after all, teenagers stay up most of the night and make much noise.

Bastet1023: Lee's physical description is actually almost identical to my stepsister, who I used to be very close with. Sadly enough, Lee's change from a very cool tomboy to a shallow, slutty girl is the same as my stepsister.

Olgite the squidgal: The pink gingham comforter is just a blown-up version of my baby blanket (I still have it and sleep with it!) and the purple flower-print pillow was also mine when I was little. My room used to be nothing but pink and purple and white, but mostly pink. Amazingly, it was not scary or overwhelming, but very soothing. Sigh. It is the calm before the storm. Bwahaha. You guessed right.

Kitty Felone: Yes, you will see more of his changes later, his loss of humanity. Funny how you have such a crush on him:)

Hiju- The proper stance for disemboweling an opponent.

Tarei'hasan- Unworthy opponent.

Nihkou'te- Tooth or tusk.

Setg'in-kwei- Tricky and quick.

Chapter four

Matt and Lee sat down on a bench in the mall, waiting for her four friends and their boyfriends. Matt and Celia had woken up early that morning, at about eight, which was long before anyone else would get up. First, they had wandered around for a couple hours, catching up on things and waiting for the mall to open. Then they spent another few hours browsing stores, which, unfortunately, were mostly clothing stores. However, Matt did drag Lee into a bookstore and wheedled her into buying him a couple of nice, long novels. He also went into a store that sold weapons replicas, daggers, swords and hunting knives. Matt amazed the shopkeeper by telling him that most of the bladed weapons he stocked were imbalanced and good only for decoration and that his supplier was cheating him. He then proceeded to teach him how to tell if a blade was balanced or flawed. Now the two were going to see a movie with Celia's group. Matt leaned back on the bench and stretched, then crossed his muscular arms and gazed around at the passing shoppers. Suddenly, a shrill squeal cut through the Muzak and the faint din of the shoppers! Matt started and glanced wildly around. He saw three teenage girls rushing towards them. Celia jumped up and hugged each of them, giggling and squealing herself.

"Where's Jessica?" Matt knew that Jessica was the friend that Lee was living with, but he didn't know any of the others. "Didn't she escape the clutches of the parental units?" continued Lee.

"No," replied a girl with dyed black hair and pink tips. "We were going to grab her, but your foster father didn't let her because of her marks situation."

"Shit." said his sister. "I wanna introduce you to someone." she said with a grin, turning to Matt. He stood up.

His sensitive ears caught the one with the pink tips muttering, "Finally!"

"This is my brother Matt."

There was a flurry of gasps and the same girl said, "I'm Erin. Are you single?" The other two girls let out indignant shrieks and giggles. Celia introduced the other two girls as Carrie and Monica. They were shyer than Erin, but only slightly so. They both seemed rather stereotypical. Monica had dark brown hair to shoulder length and was slightly chubby. She wore a black shirt with 'Product of Society' emblazoned on the front and dark blue jeans and a studded belt. She was rather heavy on the eyeliner and had an eyebrow and nose piercing. Carrie's hair was bleached blonde and came to the centre of her back in a series of dramatic layers. She was wearing a pink Roxy t-shirt and acid washed jeans. She radiated an air of dumb-blondeness. Compared to Erin's bright red t-shirt layered over a long sleeved yellow shirt, paint splattered black jeans, hot pink suspenders dangling from her studded belt and plaid purse covered in patches and pins, dripping with beads and various piercings, they were boring.

"Come on," Lee said, "Let's find the boys." She started off in a totally new direction. Matt followed, three teenage girls clustered around him. Erin was actually hanging off his arm. They pestered him constantly with a din of questions; Where were you? How did you get so buff? How much can you bench-press? Why do you have that funny scar on your forehead? Where did you get it? Did it hurt? Why didn't you say you were coming? How did you break your nose? Are you single? Etc… They didn't even care that he didn't answer a single question; they just seemed happy asking them. As he walked they constantly touched his scars, his nose, his brand, Erin ran her hands over his arms… Celia glanced back at his distinctly uncomfortable face and cackled evilly. Matt shot a venomous glare worthy of any Yautja at her. He most defiantly did not like having all these empty-headed females hanging off him! Matt had never been very successful in the dating world with his reputation as a nerd and his anti-social ways, and then among the Yautja, females did nothing to try to impress the males; rather it was the other way around. Even if he had found them attractive (he didn't find the Yautja ugly anymore, only different, but still!), the thought of courting a nine-foot female with bigger biceps than his thigh was slightly more than a daunting thought. He just wasn't used to having females practically fighting over him, to being the centre of attention.

"Landis!" Celia called blissfully, running into the arms of a tall red-headed boy, wearing a letter jacket, clearly a football player. He laughed and swung her around. Matt narrowed his eyes. Three other boys emerged out of the crowd behind. They glowered at Matt. Oh, great. Erin wasn't single and was hanging off him. She let go and walked over to a much older, dark skinned, dark haired, unbelievably tall boy. But then again, he was defiantly not under eighteen, so he really couldn't be called a boy anymore. As he neared, Matt stopped in shock, as did Erin's boyfriend. He recognized him. That was Jose 'Ram' Ramirez. The star football player when Matt was in high school. He also enjoyed beating Matt up every week. The other two boys had also been in Jose's little jock clique that bullied him. George Harrison and Damien Sinclair. Thankfully, no Landis had ever bullied him. They recognized him as well and returned equally cold glares. Great. He had his former enemies thinking their girlfriends were cheating on them with him. Guess they weren't former enemies anymore. The girls made the introductions, rather surprised when they knew each other already.

"Let's go!" squealed Monica. "We'll be late for the movie!" Matt was again dragged off, this time to the movie theatre.

Once there, Lee ordered that everyone give her their money because she would buy the tickets. She bought tickets for some new action movie that was supposed to be really good. Then they went over to the snack line. Matt moved into line behind Lee, but was shoved aside by Landis, Jose, Damien and George.

"Sorry, dipshits to the back of the line." hissed Landis. Matt felt a warm flame of anger kindle under his breastbone. His eyes narrowed. For the past two years he had been challenged to fights in much the same manner. They didn't perform the signal quite right, but he still knew they wanted to fight to assert their dominance. Matt glared as he trailed after the rest into the dark theatre.

Matt found the movie exceedingly boring. This type used to be his very favorite, but now it was just a series of impossible stunts, CG animation and cheesy dialogue that filled in the places where people couldn't be beaten to a pulp or shot. Matt knew that with his new muscles and greater speed, he could probably do a few stunts and defiantly knew that the Yautja could have done a few more. It was still mostly impossible though. He realized that he no longer idolized the actors in it; they rarely did anything dangerous, they were overpaid, they were false. He risked his life more in one hunt than they did in their entire lives. Matt almost wanted to laugh, it was so pathetic! Celia, her friends and their boyfriends seemed to like it well enough though; they laughed, gasped, and looked outraged, gaped in shock as someone did something particularly amazing or horrible in all the right places. Matt wished it would end soon.

They walked out of the theatre, enthused and jabbering madly. Matt curled his lip at it.

"We're going to the washroom." announced Carrie. Why did girls always talk about that and why did they always go all at once? "Wait here for us." Matt nodded absentmindedly and slouched against the wall between the two bathrooms. He glanced at an obscenely bright movie poster, screaming out announcements on its special effects and the stars featured in it. He drew in a deep breath, when suddenly, two hands grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him into the men's room. He didn't resist and was slammed into the wall around the corner. Matt stared into the enraged face of Jose.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from Erin! She's mine! I'm not going to have her stolen away from me by some fucking pendeho! Got that culero?" he snarled. Matt gazed blandly into the football player's black eyes. His serene face hid his anger. "The rest of my friends want you to stay away from their girls too!"

There was a chorus of, "Yeah!" and "Fucker!" and "Hell, yeah, shithead!"

Jose growled, "Just because you came back here with a new tough look doesn't mean that we can't still kick your ass!" Matt stared around at them while he slowly reached up, face passive. He fastened his hands around Jose's wrists and began squeezing. Very quickly, the anger on the Hispanic boy's face turned into a grimace of pain, maybe even fear. Matt slowly pulled Jose's hands off him and bore down. Jose was much taller than Matt and an athlete, but his strength was no contest.

"I did not try to steal your girls. They came at me themselves. Perhaps you are not being the ideal boyfriends if you are worried about losing them?" Matt said, standing tall and raising his chin slightly, like a dominant Yautja. "If you wish to remain with everything still attached, NEVER grab me like that again!" he snarled. Matt threw Jose down like a rag doll. "Females belong to no one but themselves!" he added. Damien threw a punch. Matt caught his hand and sent him into the tiled wall. Landis and George moved to attack him as soon as Damien hit the wall. Matt growled and crouched, moving into the Hiju, the preferred battle stance of most Yautja. It was also known as the proper stance for disemboweling an opponent, especially when one had claws or was holding a knife, as Matt was now doing. That got the teenager's attention. "If you Tarei'hasans still want to fight so badly, meet me in the Park tonight at midnight. Come unarmed, we'll settle this quickly, I think. You don't look very dangerous." he said menacingly with a savage grin. "I can probably have you running home by twelve ten, crying for your mothers to kiss your owies." That insult didn't seem to come from him. Maybe he had been sending too much time with Nihkou'te. That Yautja's mouth frequently got him into trouble.

Jose snarled wordlessly, but was cut short by Erin calling, "Hey, Jose, where'd you go? Come on. You can drive me home."

"Someone's pussywhipped." hissed Matt as Jose brushed by him.

"Fuck you, culo." Actually, all male Yautja were, since they had to impress females if they wanted anything, but it ensured that the football player would show up. The other three boys stalked out. Matt slipped his knife back into the sheath under his arm before following. He saw Landis plant a kiss on Lee's lips as soon as he stepped out.

"Listen, honey, I gotta get home right away, OK?"

"Yeah, OK. Why do you have to rush off like that though?" "Some stuff came up." Liar. Matt thought. Coward.

"Bye, see you at the party, then."

"Uh, huh." Landis stomped off. That guy so does not deserve Lee, he thought angrily.

"Huh. Wonder what got into them?" mused Celia as she and Matt walked out.

"Don't know." replied Matt.

"Like the movie?"

"Oh, erm, sure, it was great."

"Liar. Why didn't you?"

"It all seemed so false. Besides, none of the actors did any of the stunts. They should do them."

Celia laughed. "You sound like you could do better!"

"I probably could. Or Setg'in-kwei. He's a pretty good acrobat because he isn't so heavily muscled. Same with Nihkou'te. One of his brothers became a ceremonial drum dancer and taught him all sorts of weird tricks."

"If you ever decide to live on Earth full-time again, you could teach stunts!" Matt grinned.

"Maybe." His sister glanced at her watch.

"Oh, crap! Hurry or we'll be late for the family dinner! My foster parents said it would start at five!" She took off like a bat out of hell.

"Family dinner?" muttered Matt with a growing feeling of dread before he broke into a long legged run after Lee.