Wow. Lots of reviews. The most ever for a chapter that isn't the last! A happy early Halloween to you all, or Samhain as I like to call it! I'll be off as a fresh zombie corpse to scare the children come Monday! Booya! Thankies for the reviews!

Adrian DeRoy: Thank you. I gave some fake limbs because of the dangerous lifestyle they lead. With all the creatures they hunt, a few warriors are bound to lose a few limbs, so they need replacement limbs in order to keep hunting. I mean, the Yautja are an advanced race, so why shouldn't they have invented better medicine? I will do a sequel, eventually.

Xenomoose: You'll just have to see!

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Lord Azrael: Ooh, Hawaii! Always wanted to go there! The Yautja would approve of that; nice and warm!

Chancelor22: I love revenge. I do it all the time, which explains all the loose soil in my-Oops! I've said too much!

Golden Wind: Zombie Nation is awesome music. System of a Down too. You're just gonna have to wait and see what happens!

Kitty Felone: Eeeewww…LOL! (throws bucket of ice water at Kitty) You can force him to play Evil Monopoly if you want!

Ryunosuke-sama: I won't make it turn into one of those. I just take a while to do all my character development and create the proper mood and back-story for the climax. You get to see what Thwei-Tjau'ke is doing now!

Bastet1023: Mmm… Candy… Ooh! Candy corn! I should have had him eating that!

Stormseer88: I shall save the shoot outs for the sequel, which promises more gore and action.

Thunder Demon: W00T! I disturbed so many people! And through my writing, not my strange, strange personality.

Olgite the Squidgal: I enjoy this review! So well written…

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Whew!

Chapter eleven

Celia walked somewhat nervously up to Matt's Yautja friend. He was standing in front of the front picture window, arms crossed over his chest. The light from the street lamps shone faintly over the contours of his mask and armor, glimmering on the rings in his dreadlocks. Hesitantly, Lee tapped him on the arm. He turned his head, gazing down at her.

"Umm, Thwei-Tjau'ke? Do you think that Matt will be OK?" The warrior cocked his head to the side and rumbled.

A slow, mechanical voice issued from his mask. "Who take?"

"Uh, those were police. Lawkeepers. What did Matt do?"

More of the clicking, growling speech before the mask made its awkward translation. "He fight humans. Kill one."

Her eyes widened. "He what?" she fairly shrieked. "Who did he fight? Who died?"

"Friends of you. Males. Many."

"How many?" Thwei-Tjau'ke held up both hands, fingers outstretched, and then he folded down two. "Eight? Oh my god… Did they hurt him?" The Yautja just stared at Celia a moment before trilling with laughter. "OK. Silly question. Who did he kill?" Her heart pounded. Please don't let it be anyone I know…

"He not know. Name Ja'ake? Ja'ake try to kill. Use gun. M'aat-hew throw knife. Hit here." He indicated the centre of his chest, tapping it with a claw. "Not mean to. He act, not think. Good warrior." The name Jake didn't ring any bells, which was probably a good thing. Lee bit her lip.

"What are we gonna do? Matt's in all that armor and with the technology, they'll know something is up. Maybe I should go down to the police station and talk to…" She withered before the glare the crippled Yautja gave her.

He growled rapidly, gesticulating sharply and punctuating his alien words with loud clicks. "M'aat-hew not there. We know if he there. No. He gone."

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course Matt's with the police! That's where any normal human being would be!"

"M'aat-hew not human. He Yautja now. Human out, Yautja in. He right wrong done to him our way. They dead."

"Who? The police?"

"Yes. Ones who told, they dead."

Lee drew herself up. "What do you mean, he's not human? Matt wouldn't kill the police for picking him up; he's better than that." Thwei-Tjau'ke shook his head and growled softly.

"He killer. Yautja."

"FUCK!" snapped Lee and she stomped out, shutting the door to the living room behind her.

…..

"What's the matter? You're pissed about something." queried Jessica, as she sat on her bed in her pajamas, painting her toenails blue as Celia came in stomping and fuming.

She growled, "It's that friend of Matt's! He's being difficult."

Jessica raised an eyebrow and drawled, "How can he be difficult? He doesn't speak English." Lee froze a moment, mouth working like a fish out of water.

"Uh, he knows a little and I know a little of his language. We can get by. He's just… Oh never mind!"

"Try me." said Jessica, swinging her feet off the bed and kicking them.

"He thinks Matt is more like him and that he isn't with the police. I know him better. Matt is my brother and a good guy. I know he's pissed off at Landis for some reason, but he wouldn't break any laws or do bad shit like that."

"I dunno. You haven't seen him for like, four years and he's been with another culture the whole time. Maybe he's changed. Like, he isn't the same skinny little nerd that I knew. He got touchy about weird things."

"How would you know?" snapped Lee. "You could barely look at him without blushing! Why are you suddenly spouting advice?"

"Geez, don't bite off my head! I'm quiet, but I see things. I mean, Matt is a hottie and seems nice enough, but he acts weird sometimes. Tomas acted weird the first time I brought home my first boyfriend. He got all protective and was like, that guy's an asshole, he just using you! Shit like that. Turns out he was right, but maybe Matt feels the same way, huh?"

"But Landis is sweet, right? I love him."

Jessica shrugged and scratched her head. "I dunno. Sometimes other guys are good at seeing that kind of stuff." Celia threw herself facedown onto Jessica's bed.

"Fuck. I'm so worried about Matt right now."

Jessica flinched and muttered, "Celia… Someone wants to see you." She poked her.

"Huh? What? Oh. I'll be back." Thwei-Tjau'ke was peering around the door at them in that eerie quiet way that all the Yautja could do. Maybe it was the masks. Celia got up and walked over to the Yautja, who gestured her out.

…..

"What is it?" she asked. He started limping away, muttering to himself. A few steps away, he stumbled, prosthetic leg folding up. He hissed harshly, barely catching himself, claws leaving small dents in the wall. He leaned against the wall, kneading his scarred side. She hoped no one would notice the faint claw marks. "Let me get you something for that. Just follow me downstairs to the main bathroom." Thwei-Tjau'ke grunted on each step, clutching the railing. "Here you go. Just hold it on um, there." The Yautja looked at the heat pad suspiciously. "It's a heat pad. My foster father uses them when his back hurts. It'll make you feel better." He took it and pressed in to his side, sighing and rumbling. He bobbed his head at Lee. "You're welcome! Um, what's up?"

"Jess'ca right. He not same. Lahn-dis bad. Dishonorable"

"Do you guys always listen to everything?"

He clicked nervously. "M'aat-hew transmission." He tapped his wrist computer. "He kill this many humans." He held up four fingers.

"Oh my god…"

"Do for honor. He in dreamtime. Blood lust. He not know you know. I warn. He Yautja now. Our way not your way. He follow our way or die." Celia was pale, her heart pounding. He killed somebody… Oh god… "You fine?" She nodded stiffly.

"Matt's my brother. He's my only family. I think… I think I should be OK. I can take whatever he did." I think…

The door creaked open and Matt called out, "Lee? Thwei-Tjau'ke? Hello?" The Yautja glanced sharply at her.

"Keep Jess'ca away."

Spiffy cliffhanger, no? Here lies Nny. Do not weep, he probably would have killed you. Sorry. Just felt like putting that. O.o