Hey, it's me again! And I've only got three days left of school before getting two weeks off for Easter! And that means: Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate! I'm not an overly religious person, but any excuse to stuff my face with chocolate is fine by me! So I'm starting the celebrations early! I'm going to take bets: Who things I can get the Xenomorphs into the story by Easter Sunday?
Well, I plan to get this chapter done tonight then probably sit and watch AVP for a while. (I got the extended version Yay!) Well, on with the story!
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BURNING AT BOTH ENDS
When Drake woke up the following morning, he felt even more exhausted than when he'd gone to sleep. As soon as his eyes opened, he grimaced as he recalled the events of the last two days. Namely, the black eye he'd gotten himself fighting that Exosuit, the fact that Rebecca knew who he was, and the fact that Danny and four of his (very big) friends were planning to get some payback on Drake.
C'jit…As he got up, he looked down at his watch, and his eyes shot open as he saw the time.
DOUBLE-C'JIT!Drake had just realised that he was about a half-hour late getting up, and he had only ten minutes before his first lesson.
Miraculously, in the first three minutes, he managed to get showered, get dressed while drying himself off, and stuff a Hau'Ka (His favourite breakfast) before dashing out of the ship, through the sewer and up into the alley.
He took about fifteen minutes from there getting to school and, just as the Physics teacher, Mr. Knott, was talking, Drake bolted into the classroom.
"Late again, Drake?" Mr. Knott sighed, "Just in time, I was collecting the homework."
Drake paused, gritting his teeth again.
Damn it…oh well, I probably wasn't using that molar, anyway.
Drake hadn't only forgotten his homework- he'd forgotten his books, his lunch money, and, in fact, his bag.
Well, He thought, this day can only get better from here…
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Luckily for Drake, Adam and Max had been willing to share their French Fries at lunch.
"So, Drake," Max asked, "Aside from that crazy new girl, and getting detention from old man Knott, and however you got that black eye, and forgetting your bag, what're you going to do about Danny?"
"I can take him," Drake shrugged, "I've been here three weeks and I've decked the guy…what…5 times?"
They were currently outside on the school field, and about a second later, Drake heard a voice from behind him.
"Not this time, noob!"
Drake turned round to see Danny standing there with four of his extremely large friends backing him up. Danny had a wide grin right across his ugly face.
"OK," Drake smirked, "Let's do this!"
One of the boys immediately took a swing at Drake.
By now, Adam and Max had learned to be amazed by just how good Drake was at kicking people's butts. This time was no exception. Drake drop-kicked one of them, hurled one into two others, punched one in the gun and threw Danny over his shoulder.
"Drake!"
Drake stopped and turned round to see the last person he wanted to show up at this point: Mrs. Brodie, the Principal.
"What is going on?"
"He started it!" Danny said with a smirk, "Him and those other two!"
"What?" Drake yelled angrily.
"I want to see all three of you in my office," Mrs. Brodie demanded, "Now!"
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Drake walked out of the Principal's office about fifteen minutes later- and straight into the very last person he wanted to see.
"Hey."
It was Rebecca.
C'jit.
"Hey," he greeted her, gritting his teeth again.
"So…how you doing?"
"You already know that."
"Oh yeah. The whole…look, I haven't told anyone."
"Thanks."
"But that doesn't exactly mean I won't."
"What?" Drake gritted his teeth again.
"Well, suppose I accidentally mentioned something to a friend…"
Drake was in no mood for this.
"Look," He snapped, "Just leave me alone, OK? My life is going badly enough lately without you messing things up for me."
"Jeez, sorry. Didn't know half-human hunters could be such assholes."
"Hey!"
"You know, you'd think you'd be a little more civil considering I stopped your ass from getting blasted to pieces."
"I could have taken that thing on!"
"Didn't look like that to me. I think you just don't want to admit that you needed saving."
Drake grunted and started walking off as the bell went. He was in a bad enough mood already, and couldn't take much more of that girl.
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"That lousy, stinking, fat-ass son of a mother loving pile of…"
As Adam ranted on, Drake slumped down in his seat ready for History as Mr. Gordon started speaking.
"Sorry you two got sent to the Principal's office," Drake whispered.
"Don't worry," Adam, said, calming down, "Besides, we'll get that guy."
Actually, Drake thought, you're right. We- or rather, I- will get him back for this. Drake could hardly stop a grin from spreading over his face.
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Another thing one should learn about Danny was that he was, in most ways, a stereotypical Juvenile Delinquent. As it happened, the chosen activity for the night amongst him and his friends involved breaking into a car that was parked in an alley.
As they laughed amongst themselves, one of Danny's friends managed to get the car door open. After fumbling through the glove box, he managed to find a radio.
At that moment, one of the thugs looked up, hearing a strange clicking noise. His eyes went wide as what looked like a shimmering mass leapt down onto the roof of a car. In a surge of electricity, a masked, six-foot-tall monster, wielding a jagged spear unleashed an inhuman howl as the five of them fell back and instantly, screaming, turned and fled. Drake was certain he heard Danny yell that he'd soiled himself.
All he could do for several seconds was stand there laughing. That may not have been overly smart, but it was definitely funny- and, more to the point, what Danny and co. deserved.
However, a deep voice speaking in Yautja language interrupted his laughter.
"I suppose you thing that was extremely clever."
Drake turned round to see Scarface looking there, extremely angry.
"Uh…hey, Scarface…I…um…"
Scarface instantly grabbed Drake and leapt up onto a rooftop.
"Drake, what in Paya were you thinking?"
"Oh, come on!" Drake insisted, "It was funny! Besides, that guy had it coming!"
"Does this look like a face that cares?" Scarface roared.
"Uh…you're wearing a mask."
"You know what I mean!"
Scarface calmed down a little.
"Drake, you have got to start taking these things seriously! As a Yautja, you…"
"I do take it seriously!"
"Taking something seriously is not jumping off rooftops to frighten anyone who gets on your bad side! Two things you should be focusing on are School and Hunting. You're near-failing in the first one, and Paya knows you've screwed up lately in the second one!"
"When did I?"
"How about when that girl figured out who you are?"
"Oh yeah…"
"Drake, this is serious! I sent you to school so you could mix with other humans your own age- not beat the crap out of them! The Elders are getting angrier with you by the minute for pulling stunts like these and because you never- ever- think anything through, and YOUR KIANDE AMEDHA TRIAL IS IN THREE WEEKS!"
Drake paused for a second.
"Wait…what was that last part?"
"I said that, in three weeks, you will have the Kiande Amedha trial!"
"The…Kiande…with the…"
"Against Xenomorphs. Yes. Now get back to the ship right now!"
Drake knew better than to argue with Scarface at times like these.
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Drake collapsed into bed, exhausted after an intense training session. But he knew that, if the Kiande Amedha trial was even nearly what he'd heard, he'd need all the practice he could get.
OK, He thought, it's time to sort all this out. I am going to pass that trial, deal with Rebecca, stop screwing up in School so much, and get my god-damn life in order!
Well, things sure aren't going smoothly for Drake, are they? Bad grades, detentions, schoolyard fights, injuries while hunting, and an irritating-yet-attractive girl figuring out his identity. How could it get much worse? Simple: He'll soon have to take on the most nastiest aliens in the galaxy! Stay tuned!