Chapter 19
It's Complicated
(Team Medic Kemp Marillo POV)
Gotta say, I wasn't expecting this. We were briefed about this mission at 2300 hours. It took 5 damn hours to find the place. I never realized how big Texas is. And believe me, sitting in a helicopter between Mitchells and "Retch", the two weapons specialists on the team, is not fun. Those two assholes could talk the hind leg off a mule about absolutely nothing.
Our mission?
You're not going to fucking believe this. And no, I'm not going to apologize for my language. Get used to it.
Our mission is to aid two civvies, three alien life forms, known only as "Predators", and a dragon/human hybrid in destroying three labs that are creating monsters out of alien DNA, dragon DNA and hell knows what other mythical sort of crap.
I thought I lived in the real world. I mean seriously, I knew about the alien life forms, but dragon hybrid? Sounds like mythical bullshit to me.
As far as the alien life forms, apparently, there's been some goings-on with Weyland. They've landed themselves in some serious shit, by planting all those little monster-making labs on US soil.
Those fuck-heads! Real brilliant morons, if you ask me.
Why the FUCK would anyone want to make monsters? And as usual, it's up to us to clean up some else's shit.
Mitchells and Retch joke back and forth, driving me insane with their Disney and fairytale references. Both of them are batty as shit… especially when they have them some new toys. Which... they do.
God in heaven help us.
"Dragons… I always knew they were real." Retch grins. "Does this make us knights in shining armor?"
"You retard, we're BETTER then stupid knights in shining armor. We're MARINES man!" Mitchells corrected him, reaching around me to thunk him on the head.
"Hey, hey, watch it, Jackie just got polished!" Retch grins as he lovingly finishes preparing his BMFG, which he named Jackie, after his Ex. Told you he's batty.
The thing must weigh a ton… but he carries it like it weighs nothing. Either he's stronger then he looks, or the gun's not as bad ass as it looks... which I seriously doubt.
I scowl as Retch tries to draw me into the conversation," Hey, Mario-"
"Retch. For the billionth time, it's Marillo. Mar-r-r-yee-oh." Yeah, yeah, Spanish pronunciation, yet I'm fuckin' red head and freckled.
"That's what I said. You're a decent nerd, do ya think we'll meet Harry Potter down there?"
I give him a crooked smile.
"Whether you like it or not, Richard Donalds, one of these days you're going to need a medic. I guarantee you that I can work on a person just fine… whether I use anesthetic or not."
"Touché." He says with a shrug. He knows I'm not kidding.
"Hey, keep it down, over there." Captain Wells, whom we all call "Chief", gives us the evil eye as he adds, "we're almost at the drop-zone. So get it together."
"Hell yeah!" Retch grins, cracking his knuckles.
I look across the cockpit at Blake, who appears to be enjoying Retch and Mitchells' conversation about as much as I am… maybe even less.
Thank God Mitch and Retch shut the fuck up, as our pilot lowers us to the ground. I've got my guns, knives, and my medical kit. I'm good to go.
Our techie, Daniel, hauls a sniper rifle, the heaviest piece of equipment he owns. His computers are skinnier than runway models, and tough enough to survive being run over by an Abrams tank.
As it is, we don't need him to tell us which way to go this time. Cause the enemy is in sight and... already under attack.
Holy mother fucker…
Ok, remember what I said about the Predators and the dragon hybrid? I admit; I didn't really believe it myself… but this…
This doesn't seem like it should be real. Three predators, all of them uncloaked, are massacring a small horde of human agents. There's fucking THREE against like, 30. Two of the predators are a little over 7 ft tall. The third… well, I wouldn't want to get him mad, that's all I'm going to say.
And the hybrid…
Weirdest damned thing I have ever seen. Obviously female, with those huge curves, but not pretty. Definitely not human. Hell, is she a test tube baby… or was her momma actually a human and her daddy a...?
CREEPY!
I snap out of my thoughts as I notice two human women, hunkered down behind a chunk of cement, one of them wounded in the arm, the other screaming and holding her thigh.
Shit. Time to go to work.
Chief yells at us," Move yer asses, boys! Get the perimeter covered!"
Mitch hollers real loud, before taking aim with his gun, making the head of one agent 'splode. I hear gunfire pop and sputter as my team head out. I pay them no mind.
First thing's first.
Get that woman to stop bleeding.
I'll ask them questions after things have cooled down a bit.
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(Scar POV)
HOW DARE HE TOUCH MY LEX? LET ME RIP HIM LIMB FROM LIMB, I'LL-
I'm shoved to the side by Kanani, as she roars at me. "GET A GRIP, MAN! THE DUDE YOU'RE ABOUT TO EVISCERATE IS A FUCKING MEDIC!"
The word she uses, "Medic", translates as "Healer".
…
I stand to my feet, glaring at her and then at the small ooman male, growling as he stands up and backs away from my Lex. I growl and extend my wristblades for good measure, as I watch him nervously back a step further.
"I was just checking her wound. If it doesn't get treated soon, it will get infected, and she might even bleed to death. The same goes for her." He points to Rosy, who's curled on the ground, her thigh obviously causing her great pain. "She needs that bullet removed. Like now. Unless of course you really don't care-"
"ROOOOAAAAR!"
We both whirl around at the noise. R'ka has grabbed the second tallest Ooman by the throat, lifting him up into the air as he growls. The other Oomans look uncertain of what to do. But they all tighten their grip on their weapons, obviously ready to attack.
The Healer behind me steps closer, and begins speaking quietly. "I don't know if you can understand me, but we're not here to fight you. We're actually here to ask for your help. 'Cause believe it or not, but right now, these little monster-making factories are a much bigger threat to us then you and your buddies. That includes ol' Goliath there."
"Do tell." Lex mutters quietly.
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(Spiky POV)
I grabbed the foolish ooman by his neck, lifting him up as I snarl.
"Don't be impudent ooman. The only reason I am not ripping your spine from your screaming corpse is because you should not be here. Now, you will tell me, what do you know of me and my 'boys'?"
I let him go, growling as I wait for his answer. I already have my wrist blades extended, in case he tries anything. Kha'bj-te is tensed, growling and clicking with eager anticipation. I know he wants to tear into these newcomers with a vengeance, but not just yet. I want to hear what they have to say for themselves first. It just MIGHT be worth a laugh or two.
The ooman stands straight, obviously enraged by my disdain. I add in a soft snarl. "You have a very limited amount of time. I set the lab to detonate twenty of your ooman minutes ago. If we do not get out of range soon, we will not remain unscathed."
He shifts his glance to another ooman, who has a small computer monitor out, tapping wildly into a tiny keyboard as he reports, "The giant ET's correct, Sir. There's an extreme level of energy approximately three miles below the lab. And the level of extremity is increasing by the second. Calculations read we have about three minutes before it goes off."
I bristled at the derogatory name, but their leader nodded curtly. "Then it's like this. Me and my boys were sent to help you and your… team here, to take out the labs. All of them. These labs are not sanctioned, or authorized by the government for the way they're being used. Weyland Industries apparently employed some deceptive political crap, and more than a few semi-legal loopholes to make the big men upstairs believe that the experiments were of the harmless nature. But after that little incident in Colorado, in which you retrieved your buddies there,-"
He nodded to my brothers-
"We've learned that the bases are being used to create biological weapons of mass destruction, in the forms of hybrid monster/alien DNA. Our mission is to ensure that ALL of these things are destroyed. The thing is, me and my boys are as badass as modern soldiers can get. Yet you and your team of 6 took out an entire base AND it's monsters in less then an hour, if our intel is correct, and that means that you and your team might be just what the doctor ordered. So to take out the other three bases, we're going to need your help, and we think… that you'll need OURS as well."
I growl irritatedly. I don't like this. It's too easy, and far too convenient. And I really don't like the way that one ooman, who shot my attacker in the head, is looking at Lex and Rosy. If I didn't know any different, I'd almost SWEAR that he was sizing them both up as possible trophies for his wall. Except for the medic, I wouldn't trust any of these soldiers half as far as Lex could throw them using only her injured arm.
Kanani has scooped up her mother in her arms, while urging Setg'in to help Lex to her feet. I make a fast decision.
"Get in the ship. If there is any treachery from you or your 'boys', I will beat you to death with your own arms."
I grin behind my mask as he visibly swallows, but he turns and yells at his men. "Alright, Mitch, Blake, get the prisoners aboard and keep them under lock and key! Stephen, Retch, you get your equipment ready for the next infiltration. We're going heavy on explosives! Mario… Patch those civvies up fast, will you?"
"It's Marillo." I hear the medic mutter angrily under his breath.
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(Kanani POV)
Aw mom…
I carry her as gently as I can to the infirmary. She's in a lot of pain and she's… glaring at me.
Oh gad.
She hasn't forgotten about me and Psycho. Terrific. As soon as she gets some sort of pain killer, she's going to let me have it, BIG TIME! I just know she is.
Geez, maybe I'll get lucky… but with Pyscho in the same living space, I doubt it.
Another reason you should not fall in love with him.
I didn't ask you, little annoying voice in my head.
But it's true, isn't it?
…
I refuse to lose an argument with a freaking voice that don't exist anywhere outside my head. So I don't say anything, calling it a truce instead till I can get the time to make a half decent comeback.
Shorty, the little Irish soldier who bandaged my mom's leg, follows close behind me, acting real spry. I glance over my shoulder at him as I enter the infirmary, wondering slightly at why he and his compadres are here. But I don't have much time for wondering as I lay mom down on the table I myself had been placed on.
She seems to notice this and her scowl grows fiercer, her pouting lips growing hard in a thin line as she bites her lower lip.
Damn, That's NEVER a good sign.
Gulp.
Shorty doesn't seem to notice this aspect of his job as he quickly sets his tools down, his quick, light blue eyes glancing around the room with unbelief as he grumbles, "Damn it, this is bullshit."
"Hey! No editorials, just fix my mom, would you?" I snap at him.
Hell, I'm irritated, my self-esteem's been taken down a notch, I'm hormonal and furthermore, I'm about to get my ass kicked by my mom... Again.
Gimme a fuckin' break.
He nods and I give mom my hand as he quickly injects anesthesia into her system, not saying a word as he works. Grabbing this little monitor from his bag, he holds it over her leg, watching the screen carefully before examining her wound again.
"Ma'am, it's going to take you about 6 weeks to recover from this. But you're extremely lucky. It missed your vital nerves, and several major arteries, even though it nicked a good sized vein. You're DAMNED lucky, in fact." He added with a scowl. "I've seen men die from this type of wound."
"Yeah, I'm freakin' lucky. Now get the damn thing out." My mom growls between clenched teeth. Her dark hazel eyes are fiery with rage. She's mad and in all kinds of pain, and I don't think she'd care WHO she ticked off right now. In fact, I don't even think she'd care who she POUNDED on either.
Just makes it worse for you when she gets her "throwing arm" back, so to speak.
Well, don't just stand there, make your grave a little shallower!
I swallow my random thoughts and try to act sensibly for ONCE in my damned life, taking her hand in mine as I try to offer what little comfort I can. I don't know if it's going to hurt her or not, but it doesn't hurt to be sure. Besides… I know I would trade places with her in a heartbeat.
She looks up at me, and for a second, her lower lip relaxes, as she looks at me. I see and smell her fear, her sadness, and all her uncertainty.
This ain't gonna stop her from kicking my ass later.
You just watch.
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(Capt. Jonathon Welles. POV)
As Retch and Mitch discuss the best methods to blow an entrance to the next targeted lab, I eye my surroundings with practiced nonchalance. All I can say is…thank GOD for GOOD military training!
Those stupid little lab security guards never stood a freakin' chance...
The temperature inside the ship is almost hotter than it was in Texas. It just proves to me that these extraterrestrials we're dealing with are reptilian in nature, if heat is where they're most comfortable. Information that will prove valuable if they decide we've become expendable.
I admit, I don't wanna be dealing with this "otherworldly" shit. I can handle fucking up other humans, but the big guy and his minions are scaring me. Hell, I can't even tell what they're looking at, since their eyes are covered by those freaky masks. They speak to each other in a growling, clicking, and barking language, mixed in with what sounds like garbled words I can't understand. They could be plotting how to kill me and my team and I wouldn't have the slightest clue.
Blake is already scaring the 5 prisoners with his cold growling and threatening eyes, as he takes out his knife and strokes its razor sharp edge, eying them as though he's planning just where and when he's going to stab and gut them.
He's a very intimidating soldier, at his friendliest... and right now, he's really missing his sleep. 'Friendly' is nowhere near the thesaurus to describe this man.
I feel no pity for these agents, however. They should have thought more carefully before taking such a fucking stupid job. And they should have taken care to get some USEFUL training. Not that stupid 'Rent-A-Cop' crap.
Then again, what the fuck am I doing here?
With a low growl, I turn my attention to the prisoners, who are now fully awake and seem to have already pissed their pants. Or maybe it's just sweat, but I doubt it.
Huh, we haven't even begun the interrogation.
"Aright, ladies. Which one of you is willing to talk?"
"W-We don't know anything!"
Ah, we have a Spokesman in the group. Terrific.
I ignore his "I swear to God, we don't know anything" and eyeball the weaker pokerface that's not looking at me. Rather, this guy's quivering attention is riveted with horrified fascination at the big ugly monsters behind me.
The smaller Predator growls menacingly at the staring prisoner, and then, the guy really DOES piss his pants.
Shit.
Before any of us can react, the bigger Alien roars loudly, grabbing the terrified agent, hauls him in one hand over to a door that had been concealed, tossed him in and launches him into space, but not before first mopping up the piss-puddle with the agent's body. The view of his body floating weightless just outside the window is… disturbing, to say the least. I'm just DAMNED glad I didn't have to hear the bastard's scream before the air was ripped out of his lungs.
I'm sure you've seen all those sci-fi flicks where they crack jokes about tossing someone out an airlock. Well, believe me, it isn't a pretty sight! It all happens at once. The skin bruises as the blood expands and boils, right before it splits open from internal pressure. The eyes bulge and pop from the sockets right before they burst. The neck and stomach swell and pop like a melon that got hit by a small cannon. The worst part is; the brain holds enough oxygen to keep the poor bastard alive and conscious for a full two minutes while this is happening. It has to be the absolute WORST way to check out, because the pain must have been… yeah. Anyway…
The others scream, and they're on the verge of pissing their pants, I'm sure.
On the other hand, the Spokesman squeals, "Ok! Ok! Th-the bases are sanctioned by Weyland corporations! Th-they're mutating and mixing up d-DNA fer, uh, for weapons. They've been trying to figure out how to- how to-"
One of the agents suddenly pulls out a knife, and slits the Spokesman's throat. Blade acts fast, grabbing the knife; he sheaths it into the Assassin's kneecap.
The Assassin screams in pain.
"Ok, buddy… you start talking, or the pain keeps comin'." Blake's voice is low, deadly, and full of venom. I can see the agent's own face turn white with fear.
But he remains silent, info-wise, cursing our lineage, our sexual orientation, and other crap like that.
I'm getting bored. I take out my shotgun, to make things interesting, but the big E.T. grabs my wrist, growling, he approaches the group instead, hauling the Assassin's ass towards the same room where he threw the Scaredy-cat. The room is set up so that you can go in, and then there's THE DOOR that stands between you and space. All Big E.T. has to do is throw the agent in, shut the door, and push a button to open that final door…
The Assassin suddenly screams. "I"LL TALK! I'LL TALK!" Big E.T. doesn't slow down, not until he's preparing to heave the agent into the little front hall. The Assassin screams.
"THEY"RE TRYING TO INCORPORATE MICROCHIP TECHNOLOGY INTO THE HYBRIDS!"
…
Say what?
However, as soon as the agent says this, he grabs the knife lodged in his kneecap and ends his own life before we can stop him.
I scowl. Damn. That's not all that can be happening. Why is this agent so dead set on keeping silent? What ELSE are they freakin' hiding from us?
I turn my cold glare on the last remaining agent. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
"So… what are you hiding?"
"I…" He gulps.
I wait.
"I… I don't… I seriously don't know anything."
…
"Really. I don't." He adds, still sweating.
I look at Daniel. He shakes his head. The man is either an extremely good liar… or he's telling the truth.
"You do realize you're going to die anyways." I deadpan.
He nods. "I… figured that. When I took the job."
Well then. At this moment, we hear this loud, bloodcurdling scream. I tense as I realize Mitch ain't here. Neither is Retch. SHIT!
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(Kanani POV)
Oh GAWD he didn't! That FUCKHEAD DIDN'T! I'm about to hurl myself at him, when my mom tries to leap off the table. Kemp, the Medic, tries to restrain her, but she's not having it. So, I restrain her, before she tears open the stitches that are now keeping her wound closed.
I wince as mom screams in pure fury. I'm holding her down on the table, as she thrashes, "YOU SONUVVABITCH, I'MMA KILL YOOOOOUUUUU!"
Oh damn.
I would be doing that myself, if I weren't so busy trying to keep mom from hurting herself again.
But forgiver me, you don't know what's going on, exactly, do you? Well, I'll tell ya.
Mom's after that stupid fuck-head, Mitch, who just now made a move on her.
I'm not kidding.
He actually told her, TO HER FACE, "You sure are one SERIOUSLY hot momma!"
Scar's watching, tensely, as Kemp deals Mitch a withering glare and then a hammering blow to the face. Mom stops when she sees this, but she's still tense.
I don't move. I'm almost lying on top of her, holding her down with my body, wings and tail. Damn it, hope I'm not crushing her...
But Kemp's punch doesn't quite drive the message through this guy's thick skull. Cause all he does is wink at mom, and then his gaze slides over to where Lex is sitting. Aunt Lex is slightly... out of it, from blood loss and the pain killers, I think. So she doesn't notice exactly that the SHITHEAD is eyeballing her cleavage.
Scar does. So do I and mom.
And that's when I let mom go, as I get ready to rip this jerk a COUPLE of new ones, but to my surprise, mom grabs a knife she had tucked in her pants and throws it.
GULK.
It barely misses Mitch's nose, burying itself into the metal wall. Mom's scowling, her eyes are like fire. I know full well she didn't mean to hit the wall.
She was aiming for his head.
"GET. OUT."
Mitch obeys. Fast.
I swear, I've never seen anyone move so freakin' fast in my life.
I snicker at him and then yowl as Mom suddenly reaches up and yanks me down by my horns, her eyes like fire as she practically snorts brimstone.
Told you this was coming.
And you thought I was freakin' KIDDING.
"Kanani Woods… What is going on between you and Psycho? And don't you DARE even THINK of trying to lie to me!" She growls between teeth that are CLENCHED hard.
"Uh… teenage attraction? OW!" Oh GAWD my head! My horns! KILLER HEADACHE, owowowowow...
"IF you allow him to get you pregnant, Kanani, so help me, I will kill you! TWICE! And then I will kill HIM."
"But mom! What about grankids? OW!"
Oh gawd, shut up, you dumb bitch! Why would you think to SAY something like that? The voice in my head is back.
Funderful.
Kemp harrumphs. "Hate to break up the reunion, but I really don't want to know any of the intimate details of your lives. Wait till I'm-" he stops as my mom lets me go, grabs him by his shirt, pulling him up close, and snarls. "You may have patched me up, but don't think for one split second that I won't use your ass to park my boot for being a smart-aleck."
Well then. There's a sudden very pleased clattering, and I turn to look. Spiky's standing at the doorway. I think he's trying to not laugh, cause I've seen Psycho stand like that, shoulders shaking just slightly, with the occasional series of loose clicking.
He enters, regaining control of his dignity I guess, as he growls, "Rosy, let the Healer go."
Rosy glares an extra second or two for good measure and then allows Kemp to step back. He does so and fairly bolts from the room.
Aunt Lex sighs, seeming to come to her senses slightly maybe. "Damn, why is everyone being SO FRICKIN' LOUD?..."
Oh, Aunt Lex.. if you only knew...
Scar helps Lex out of the room. Kemp patched up her arm-no broken bones, just some damaged flesh that he said would take about three weeks to fully heal- so she appears to be trying to get out of the room.
Spiky looks at me and garbles. "Go, make sure Kha'bj-te is not getting into trouble."
"Um… right." I respond, as mom gives me "The Look."
CRAP! She's still pissed at me…
I exit, as fast as I can, but before I do so, I catch a gleam of red.
RAPH!
I grab my ipod joyfully before bolting out of the room.
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(Rosy POV)
I scowl as Spiky stands over me. I suddenly realize it's just him and me. Why?
He's pretty quiet, as he walks over to a cabinet and pulls something out. It's a jar of something…
"Am going to look at your wound. See how bad it is." He says as he walks over to me.
I respond sullenly. "It's bad enough that I'm not going anywhere for about 6 months!"
He snorts before unwrapping the bandaging on my leg, his reptilian skin brushing against my thigh and making me shudder.
What the hell?
"What the hell, man?" I growl. I'm too tired to try to fight him off, but I've got enough energy to fight with my words.
He responds, slowly and patiently.
"Can heal faster, maybe."
"What do you mean?"
He holds up the jar.
"Is an elixir. Mends flesh."
"Will it work on me?"
"Yes." He doesn't sound too sure. I let him smear the stuff on me anyways.
And suddenly, I'm crying. Shit. Why?
He looks at me, and growls softly. "It hurts?"
"No, not yet. I'm mad. I want to go home. I'm tired of being pushed around by other men. I'm sick of my daughter being looked down on. I'm sick of worrying. I want to go home."
I don't sound very sick or tired. I do sound mad.
He's quiet before he takes my shoulder in his hand, shaking it gently.
"Are brave. Strong. Will be fine."
Huh. Is he seriously trying to encourage me?
I hiss suddenly, wincing as I look down at my thigh. Hot fucking damn. It looks better already.
"Will take few hours, maybe. You will stay in the ship. Will not risk you getting hurt."
Oh hell no.
"HELL to the no! I want to fight! I want to fucking help!"
"Not while you are injured. Other ways you can help." He responds seriously.
"Really? How?"
"Back-up plan."
I snort. "If you don't explain it in the next ten minutes, I'm going to freakin' kick YOUR ass."
I don't know why, but I was totally expecting him to lecture me. Instead, he does exactly what I asked. After getting over the shock of being LISTENED TO, I hear his idea.
It catches me off guard. Not to mention it's scary.
He wants me to guard the ship, so to speak. Apparently, he has it rigged so that if there IS a mutiny (it's a one-pilot ship, what sort of mutiny are we talking about? Bi-polar much? Gawd, that can't be pretty...) he can defend his position in a successful manner from the control room.
So, the human soldiers probably wouldn't be expecting that. Hell, I wasn't expecting it.
"Ooman soldiers are not trustworthy. They may try to take my ship. Need someone to watch it for me." He runs a hand lovingly over the wall as he says this, and I'm momentarily reminded of Kanani's relationship with Raph.
I grin beneath my mask as I reply, "Alright, then. We'll show them not to mess with your baby girl here."
He purrs, and I get the feeling he's pleased with the comparison. Told you he's a softie beneath all the spikes and the fangs.
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(Lex POV)
Damn, I don't remember feeling this tired in… my LIFE.
As I walk beside Scar, I accidentally trip over my own feet. He catches my good arm, gently, and I find myself leaning into his touch.
"Thanks, Scar," I murmur, quietly, listening to his soft purring.
I'm not kidding, my eyes are falling down by themselves. I find myself suddenly scooped into his arms, nestled against his chest. I feel slightly more awake now, and just a little nervous as he walks down the hall, changing direction from our original path.
"Where are we going?" I ask quietly.
He doesn't respond, except to increase the level of his purr. Damn, my BODY's vibrating slightly from the purr.
I'm too tired to really pay much attention as he explains where we're going. Something about... food.
FOOD!
I nearly bolt upright, but that's really hard to do, since he's holding me like I'm three months old. Not to mention I nearly get a headache.
I ask, kinda stupidly," Do you have anything besides that prune-tasting stuff? Cause I feel like I can eat a freakin' steak with a baked potato and a chocolate milkshake!" CRAP my stomach just growled. Like everyone and their mother probably heard it.
Scar definitely heard it. He's laughing.
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(Kanani POV)
After leaving the infirmary, I shifted back to full human form. Why? Don't know. Don't care. Wait, I know why; it's so Psycho won't grab me by the wing again! Ugh, you have NO idea how it feels…
Well, maybe you can get an idea, but it's a turn-on in a really, really… bad way. Definitely bad. I felt like a monster when he grabbed me there last time. Had him pinned and… and…
I'm starting to sweat. I need to steer clear from those thoughts…
I try to shake my head clear of those thoughts as I then think," But, he could easily overpower me in my human form… Why am I suddenly trying to think of ways to fend him off? Well… cause he's a Psycho. A pervert. Psycho the Perv, in fact. Why would I fall in love with such a freak? Oh gawd…
Man, it's so weird, I nearly got raped by him... and then I almost raped him... and then Shithead decided to call ME ugly.
Ugh, I really oughta fuckin' tear his head off...
At this moment, the next song that starts playing is Mary J Blige's song "Gonna Breakthrough". I love this song.
Aw, Raph, you always know what to play...
I'm starting to feel a LITTLE better about this mess we're in, when I hear those stupid soldiers arguing.
GAWD! They are LOUD!
I can hear them through the weird metal door, and even over my ipod!
I turn off my music, and walk in to find out what's going on. Psycho's standing, kinda in the background, listening, but he looks bored, frankly. It makes me grin a little, until I hear what the fucking G.I. Joe wannabes are arguing about.
These guys are arguing about some kind of chip in the weird freaky hybrids that will let the lab techs use computers to control them. OKAY… This is NOT good! Not good at all…
The one who seems to be the leader is demanding to know what kind of strategies might work against them.
"Sir, that's just it, if they ARE controlled by computer, then they'll have an adaptation response that's faster than anything we, or even the aliens can manage. The computers are just too fast! The only thing we can hope for is to catch them by surprise, and take them out as individuals, but after what's already been done… I don't think that's going to happen." The little guy said as he pecked away on that laptop of his... with his fingers. Not his lips... Aw hell, you know what I mean...
I can't help but huff in disgust. These guys are going to be totally USELESS as far as help goes! I can already see it happening.
And as I stand there, all my good feeling draining away, I hear it…
A long drawn out wolf whistle behind me…
I turn around to see just who did it, and guess what?
It's that same dumb assed idiot who called me ugly, and tried to hit on my MOM! His fingers are still in his mouth, and he's got this wicked little smug sneer on his pretty-boy face.
OH HELL TO THA NO! My thoughts are jumbled and I barely manage to smile sweetly as I step closer to him, my hips swaying, as I pose slightly, shifting as I politely murmur, "Ey, Mitch, was it? I'm going to fuck you up like your momma shoulda done."
Then, I grab his shoulder, pulling him into my thrust-out knee, hitting his precious jewels just as HARD as I possibly can. I growl as I follow through with my left fist, punching in his throat with my as I use my right to nail him right smack in his forehead as hard as I can-DAMNITTOHELL that HURTS!
He hits the ground groaning in pain.
I'm almost ready to cry because of how stinking HARD his stupid head is. NOW I know why he's such a Shithead.
Rock-solid skull. Typical.
My bruises are all irritated now, thank you very much. But hell, it was fucking WORTH it. He never saw it coming.
Well, I sure hope that HURTS you too, you pervert bastard!
I stand there breathing hard and MORE than ready to pick up where I left off, when I hear a couple of the other soldiers snicker, the techie muttering. "I thought there were only two humans females." I feel my lip twitch just a little as I hold still and keep silent, waiting for this jerk to realize what's going on around him again.
I want him to SEE what's about to happen!
"Why'd you do that, you crazy bitch? I'm one of the good guys." He finally recovers enough to grunt out, still in pain.
Oh he is gonna PAY for that!
I hear a loud growl from my right and look over to see Psycho getting ready to do something, but I hold up my hand to stop him, and he starts LAUGHING! Somehow, I get the feeling that he knows what I have in mind…
"I'll TELL you WHY you ASSHOLE! FIRST you called me UGLY! THEN, you hit on my MOM! And NOW… now you're WHISTLING at my ass? SCREW YOU!" I snarl at him right before I change back into my hybrid form, and let small curls of flame flow from between my teeth. My voice got hoarser as I yelled too…
Oh shit. Is that a freakin PUDDLE that's pooling between his legs?
...
He pissed himself. He fuckin' PISSED himself. Not just a little bit, but all OVER himself!
Retch, the other crazy guy, hisses. "Man, Mitch, didn't you see what the BIG E.T. did to the last poor bastard that pissed in his ride?"
It doesn't help at ALL that Psycho isn't even TRYING to keep from laughing now. His head is thrown back, and he's alternating between clicking and this rough barking/growling sound. I stand up and back away from the jerk off, because I don't want to step in the mess he just made.
I hear Psycho gain control of himself as he mutters something about Spiky. I don't understand much else cause I'm not wearing my mask.
Crap, it's in the infirmary.
"Yeah, that's my niece who's ready to rip your head off right now. And if you EVER say anything like that to my niece or my sister again, you won't need to worry about what THEY'LL do to you, because I'LL put you in that airlock and make absolutely SURE that it's set to go SLOW!" I hear my aunt Lex's voice from behind and turn to-
GULK
I don't think I've ever seen her THAT pissed! And... are those crumbs on her face?
FOOD! WHERE DA FOOD?
"Geez, Mitch! Get a fuckin grip, would you? That kid looked like she should still be in school or something. Damn!" One of the soldiers said as he played with a knife, looking at me with a grim face. Man, very grim face. Still, I think I'd trust him more then Mitch the bitch over there...
His words hit me and I snap at him, "I AM in school! Or… I'm home schooled... I mean, I was until those bastards from that lab kidnapped me! Now I can't even do that. The ONE normal thing I had in my life, and now THAT'S freakin' gone too!" I said as tears started running down my cheeks.
NOOOO! Not now ,you stupid hormones, I don't wanna cry about this, NOT in front of people! DAMN IT, fucking make it STOP!
My body's not listening to me, in case you hadn't noticed.
Now I'm crying a little harder, and someone puts their hand on my shoulder. I look over and Psycho is standing there.
What the hell?
That's when I hear that freaking purring noise, coming from him again. I don't know how or why, but it sorta makes me feel a little better, even though I can't stop crying.
That's when my mom limps in with Spiky. She's got some crutch-like thing in hand, not to mention a freakin' big gaurdian. Sir Spiky Pants. He freezes when he sees the puddle, but before he says anything, Queen Frag takes one look at me, then around the room, and she's PISSED! All over again!
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(Lex POV)
Oh WOW! I seen Rosy mad before, but I've NEVER seen her THIS mad! Considering that I grew up with her, that's saying something!
"Somebody better tell me what the fuck just happened to my daughter, or I SWEAR there will be some GUY'S choking on their own nuts after I CASTRATE them!" She says in a soft voice that scares the crap out everybody.
Me included, and I'm didn't do NOTHING to make her mad.
Kanani just starts crying a little harder and turns to Psycho who starts holding her. He starts acting a little nervously. He's eyeballing Rosy like he's expecting her to kill him.
Looks like I'd better step in before my sister decides to carry out her promise on EVERYONE!
"Calm down, Sis. It's fine… well not really, since Kanani just realized that her life is now pretty well ruined. It's finally hitting her that she can't even go back and finish school." I tell her as I step closer to try to keep her from killing someone until I can fill her in.
I can see her face twisting in a weird mix of pain and sadness.
Better than anyone but her, I know that she only wanted what was best for Kanani. She's actually done an incredible job of things so far, but now… Now it's all fallen apart, and I think my sister is going to blame herself.
Suddenly she's pissed again, and she pushes me out of the way and storms over to the one agent that's left and belts him a BIG one across the left side of his face. Her punch snaps his head so hard to his right, that it's a wonder his neck didn't break!
Or did it?
But to EVERYONE'S surprise, she doesn't stop there… the hell no. She's beating the ever-loving shit out of this guy. And all I can do is stand there and watch, dumbfounded.
She's alternating her swings. First a right, then a vicious left, and you can tell she's putting everything she's got into each swing. The whole time she hitting the guy, she's screaming at the top of her lungs.
"You BASTARD! The FUCK were you thinking? Playing GOD by creating monsters! But ya didn't stop there, did ya? Oh HELL no! You had to go and fuck up my little baby girl's life by kidnapping me and her both, so you could make her do whatever you want by threatening ME, didn't you? NO MORE YOU SONUVABITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME? NO FUCKING MORE! YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER AGAIN!"
No sooner did she finish screaming that, then Spiky regained his good sense and bolted forward, pulling her away from the agent she was pounding on.
He pulls her to his chest, and starts making that purring sound that Scar's done a few times. That just might help her to calm down some. In fact, she's... not pulling away. She's got her face buried in his chest, and I can hear her sobbing.
It sure won't help the poor bastard she was pounding on though… I think he was dead by the third swing. My sister just beat a man to death with her bare hands in less time than it takes me to tell you about it.
The soldiers are quiet. They aren't saying anything at the moment, which is a REALLY smart thing for them to do right now.
In fact, if I were them, I wouldn't say anything to her for quite a while.
Scar silently stands behind me. I back up so that his arm is around me. I'm trying not to cry. This is not the time for me to break down. I have to be strong for my niece, and for my little sister. I'm not going to cry-shit, there goes a tear now!
Why doesn't my body fucking listen?
WHEW! FINALLY. This chapter took freakin' FOREVER to write. MANY thanks to Khalthar, for helping, encouraging and all-round supporting, re-writing, plotting, scheming, proof-reading and re-proofreading this chapter. YOU ROCK DUDE!
AND... And...
OHMAIGAWD! OVER 100 review! ZOMFG! I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS OUT THERE! THANK you so much! you have NO FREAKIN' idea how HAPPY and excited I got, seeing that I finally reached that marker. Lol, maybe it's stupid, not very ambitious, BUT WHO CARES? I DO! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Now...
SHOUTOUT!
LynxbyLynx: Thank you so much for pointing out the rather busque abruptness of the last chapter. I appreciated the kind critique, thank you mucho much!
Khalthar: Dude, I've you told you, I've told you a million times; you. ROCK. thank you so much!
AnimeDreama: Glad you liked the last chapter. I hope your laptop stops being a jerk to you and behaves so that way I can read that next chapter! I'm curious to see what happens!
Lady Augustin: Lol, better late then never! Thank you so much for your reviews and your encouragement! If you want to see a very bad picture of Kanani's inbetween form, well... look no further then my avatar. There's a close up of it on DeviantArt, the link to which is on my profile. That's just if you're interested, lol.
minight84118: Lol, i have moments like those all the time... ^_^
Iamluck:Lol glad you like the story and YES Scar is DA BOMB! :DD
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Now... gotta go to bed before I have a mind meltdown.
Kanani:*facepalm* Too late...