Disclaimer: 20th century fox (Not me) owns all rights to Predator, Predator 2 and Alien Vs. Predator. But the characters in this story are mine.
She had been sitting at her computer for a few hours. It was time for a smoke. She ducked out into the garage and was about to light up. She saw something that wasn't right, something out of place. Upon further investigation she noticed it was a person, or something slightly resembling a person. This specimen was at least 8 ft. tall and laying on the floor in her garage. It wasn't moving.
"Did someone come into my garage to die? What the hell?"
She forgot all about what she had come out here to do and cautiously walked over to the body. If she had a stick handy she would have used it to poke the being. Instead she knelt down next to the body and checked for vital signs. She felt a faint pulse. Well, at least it was still alive. That may be good or bad. She started to roll it over but realized it was really heavy. She got into a crouching position and used most of the upper body strength and leverage from putting one foot against her mother's truck to roll it over onto its back.
She flung herself backwards and looked down at it. There was a huge gash that went from its lower abdomen up to its ribcage and glowing green liquid was coming out of it.
"You bleed neon?"
She realized that the longer she sat there and deliberated all the different things that she could address later, the sooner this being might die. If it was dead it wouldn't be able to quench her curiosity. She thought of a way to get it into the house without injuring it further. She glanced around the garage and saw a large flat piece of wood. It was about 6 ft long and 4 feet wide. Maybe, just maybe it would fit through the doorway. She took the board from its place against the wall and brushed the cobwebs off of it. She laid it flat on the ground next to the body and once again rolled it over.
She smacked herself on the forehead and shook her head. How was she going to lift it? There were some holes drilled along the edge of the board that would be helpful. She grabbed some rope that was going to be used for a tire swing later on and looped it through the hole. She tied it off and made sure it was secure. She started to pull it. It slid easily along the ground, all the while making a really awful grating noise that she almost couldn't stand. Luckily it was over before her head exploded.
The makeshift sled got stuck in the doorway.
"Well shit."
She tilted it a little bit, but not too much to cause the being to roll off the board. It went through the doorway and slid easy and less noisily across the carpet. She stopped in the middle of the living room and looked around for a moment before going to the closetto get an old sheet. After laying it out on the floor she rolled the body onto it. She took a closer look at the gash and got an idea.
"Disinfect it of course!"
Skiping her way into the bathroom to get the peroxide, a bowl of water and some cloth she accidenlty ran into the corner of the wall and knocked herself stupid for a moment. Laughing, she got up.
"Let's try that again."
With no further incidents and her supplies she went back into the living room. Her cat was batting at the bipeds funny hair.
"Kitty! No!"
Her cat ran out of the room to hide and sulk elsewhere.
"Some felines, sheesh."
She knelt down again and started to wash the blood off the wound. After it was blood free she poured peroxide on it. She watched amused as the peroxide bubbled and sizzled. The problem was the wound would not stop bleeding. She thought that she could stitch it up with a needle and thread.
"Or I could use liquid stitches! Yay!"
She started whistling an unknown song and went to get the tube of glue-like substance. A moment later she was at an impass.
"Left to right, or right to left? Hmm what a predicament."
She decided to do it from a different angle. She started at the base of the wound and went up.
"Brilliant!"
She blew on it so it would dry faster.
"Wow, I just met this guy and already I'm blowing him. I'm so easy!"
It dried to her satisfaction and she cleaned up the mess. She took the board back out to the garage and untied the rope from it. She put everything back where it was.
"Ahh, perfection."
No one would notice anything was different. Except maybe the puddle of glowing green blood. She got out the mop and a bucket full of water.
"Never thought I would have to mop the garage. Hah hah. This is just silly."
After that was all finished she went back into the living room. He, she decided since there were no signs of womanly-ness to him that this was a male, was still laying there. She checked for any other damages. Nothing was out of place. There were a few bruises on his arms and legs, but nothing was broken. She would check his eyes for a concussion, but she knew what happened when you take off people's masks without permission. As soon as you see their face they attack. She decided she would wait and ask him if he had a concussion later when he was conscious again.
She curled up on the couch with a book and read for a while.
An hour went by and there were no signs of him waking up. She was getting impatient. She started pacing around him in circles.
"Ok, if I were this guy and I came to in a strange place how would I react? I would notice that my wounds were bandaged up and want to thank whoever helped me out. On the other hand, if I were said dude and I woke up to someone shaking me after receiving said wounds. . . I would probably gut whoever was trying to wake me up."
She laughed for a minute and then looked at her cat who had decided not to pout anymore and had joined her on the couch.
"Of course. . .when anyone tries to wake me up I flip out."
Her cat looked at her for a moment and went back to cleaning himself. She decided she would wait patiently some more. She went back to her book and stopped looking at the clock every 5 minutes. Around 5:30 in the morning she was very grateful that her parents were out of town for the next 2 weeks. She finished the last page of her book and closed it. She yawned and noticed movement coming from the guy. She knows he isn't human, but she isn't going to try and categorize him until she asks him what he is and where he is from. She watched as his arm went up and then to his stomach.