Elijah's POV

I had breakfast again with my new friends again this morning. I sat in between Phyllis, she wouldn't leave my side, and Jennifer, whom I accidently sat on. For the twelve years I've lived, I haven't eaten this well in my life. Two thick bloody slices of raw meat were dropped in front of me along with a mug of some black-brown liquid.

"Excuse me," I asked politely pointing at the tin cup. "What's this?"

"That?" B.O.B. gawked. "You don't know what that is?"

"Give him a break, B.O.B." Susan said, taking a sip of her own coffee. "He's probably never seen any of this."

"That's coffee, kid," Link pointed out. "It's good."

"Huh." I mumbled. I took a little swig of my coffee, expecting something sweet, creamy, and not so fleshy. Instead, a black bitter taste entered my mouth, so I spewed out what little I had.

"Dude!" B.O.B. exclaimed in unison. Jennifer nudged his side. "Sorry," He muttered. "Shouldn't have said that. You put cream and sugar in it." I tried the suggestion but instead got the same feeling.

"Must be a part of being part coyote." Dr. Cockroach analyzed after I spit the coffee back into the mug.

Gross, gross, gross.

"It's okay," Jennifer told me. "We'll find you something you'll like."

I chuckled and looked over at Phyllis. She rolled her eyes and muttered something, looking over at the door to the cell which contained Liv, our friend that our new friends call "the winged dwarf." The next thing I knew after we finished eating, she was dragging me into her cell. It was about as bleak as mine: a cot, a metal chair, and a matching table. She sat me down in the chair and put her hands on her hips.

"Phil, what are you doing?" I asked.

"We're getting out of here." She answered, pacing and glancing at me as she talked to me.

"Still?"

"Help me think. I don't trust these...these..."

"Monsters."

"Whatever. Liv's still not awake, and it looks like we're going nowhere."

"But Jennifer told us-"

"You trust these people already? After what happened in my life, I don't trust just anyone. And neither should you."

"Hey!" I snapped. "It's not my fault I wasn't born on Earth. I don't know who to trust. And by the way, I didn't tell anything about our lives. Except the fact we've never been humans."

"Good job. And about trusting people, Liv's out of it, so we really don't have that much of a choice, Li. And what do these 'monsters' do anyway?"

"Well...from what I've heard, they fight aliens."

"Seriously? You're not just dinking around?"

"I'm serious. They're from some place far away, and it's a couple times in a lifetime they come here. They found us and they saved our lives."

"Hm. They're not from here yet they found us." My god, this was getting aggravating. Sometimes the girl doesn't notice a thing.

"Didn't you hear a thing I said, Phil? They fight aliens! They were here to investigate on an invasion."

"Rightie. So if Liv dies, I blame the aliens and I can assure you, Elijah, that there will be more vengeance to be committed than what is for killing off the others."

I bit my lip lightly recalling what Phyllis specified with "others". That was so hard for us -meaning me, Phil, and Liv- to deal with. If Phil wanted revenge, she was going to have loads of it soon.

End of POV

Jennifer's POV

"What do you think's going in there?" I asked the monsters.

"How are we supposed to know?" Link snapped.

"Sheesh, I was just curious." I responded.

"Well, they know each other and must have for the past few years." Dr. Cockroach theorized.

"And they weren't captured;" Susan added. "They were found and brought here for recovery. And from what it looks like, even the winged dwarf lives or dies, they'll always be their own group."

"Yeah, I guess you're-" A huge, deafening bang from above interrupted B.O.B.'s sentence. Elijah and Phyllis stepped out of that cell, both sets of eyes slightly wide.

"What was that?" Elijah asked. Two seconds after he asked that, the electricity went out. Everything was pitch black.

"Aw, crap!" Link grumbled. Insecto cried out as if in fear. "It's okay. It's just the dark." Yet, she whimpered again.

Well, I don't blame her. You hear this bang, the lights go out; there's every reason to be scared. Suddenly, I felt this smooth snake-like feeling around my ankles. I yelped, and pretty soon you could hear more expressions of suprise and fear. All we could see was the freakish yet assuring yellow glow of Elijah's eyes.

"Okay, can we turn the lights now?" B.O.B. asked. "It's gettin' a little creepy in here. Especially with those things on."

"We can't." Susan reminded. "The electricity's out."

"Hang on." Elijah warned. "I'm smelling something." Using his canine scent skills, we could hear him drop on all fours and crawl, sniffing the ground for what was slithering in this placed. Nothing could be heard more than the thorough sniffing for the next thirty seconds. Suddenly, we heard him yelp out a dog's cry of pain as well as this wicked chuckle none of us could recognize. "Let him go!" Phyllis cried, running toward the yelp as her fingernails glowed an electrical blue. A sudden cry was heard as the same deep voice that chuckled grunted as if lifting a heavy weight. An electrical zap from above caught our attention, and the lights flickered on with a strobe light-like effect.

"Cool." I whispered. Above us Phyllis hung from one of the lights, her fists clinging desperately to one of the light shafts.

"No, Jennifer, that's not cool." Dr. Cockroach protested. The blob shook his head and pointed at a a tall, thin, and eery-looking creature, not seeming to notice Elijah was in its grasp. Its skin was a muslin white, and its head was long and thin with two teardrop-shaped red-and-yellow eyes and no nose. An exotic tight tunic consisting of sheer Irish green material and chrome trim was his only clothing, ending at the top of its ten also thin but tough spaghetti-string legs which helped the alien stand at nine feet tall.

It wickedly chuckled again, staring at Phyllis. "Afraid to fall to your death..." He rasped. "Eh, rebel?" We monsters were quite wide-eyed. Could our new monsters know this outer space scum.

"Don't you call me that." The young woman growled. Yep, they knew each other.

"You know we scout troops are immune to those strobe lights; we don't go into spells. You have only one option," The alien said. "Surrender, and your lives, meaning you, this brat, and your new friends, will be spared."

"You expect me to think you're gonna keep your word? After what you did?"

"Well, since almost all your little friends, including that winged midget, are long gone, the least I could do is spare this little-" The alien gave out a scream as this grey goopy stuff flowed from one of his legs. Elijah broke free of the grasp after biting and joined at Link's side.

"Kick-butt?" Phyllis finished the alien's sentence sarcastically. "So are we gonna fight or argue?"

"Either you come down here or I come up there."

"Whatever works for you." We heard B.O.B.'s voice say. I looked over by Elijah, and he wasn't there. A metal clang came from behind the alien as he slowly collapsed to the floor. B.O.B. gave us a triumphant smile, holding one of the chairs over his shoulder like a rifle. God, I was so proud of that guy.

"Way to go, buddy!" I cheered.

He slid over towards us with a serious face like a war hero returning home as we all gave a merry little cheer. He put the chair back down at the table and slid over towards me.

"You there, Billie?" He asked.

"Mm hm." I replied. He leaned over and planted a nice smooch on my cheek. I may not be so much in love with him anymore, but we're best friends. I don't know if this is true, but my grandma said best friends are the ones you should marry.

"I almost forgot." He bent down by my ear. "Four more years." He whispered. I smiled sweetly; after four years, that was the one thing he never forgot.

Phyllis jumped down from the light into Susan's outstretched cupped hands. She slid out of the gigantic palms and walked towards Elijah. She gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked back to her cell alone, arms crossed.

"It's okay." Susan comforted.

"Man, that was great." Link complemented. "Right in the middle of a black mail. Best part!" Elijah smiled.

"Seriously, it's okay." I reassured.

"It's fine." He assured us. "She's usually like that."

"Not for the past seven years." We heard that dark voice say. We turned around to see the alien, with a nice grey spot on the crown of his head. Link, being a foot or two shorter than him, dove at the thick turtle-like feet. He pulled the alien down by the middle of his legs and tried twirling the body like a helicopter propeller, but the alien made swift kick in the fish-man's face and began wrapping his legs around its opponent's fat neck. Dr. Cockroach ran to his little private cell for tools to create a makeshift tool of weaponry.

"You guys stay here," Susan told us. She ran to the commotion, grabbed the two-fighter mess and separated the two tall creatures like fighting children. Link took in a gasp of air, popped his back, and joined the giantess in the assault.

The whole time, I gave Susan a disgusted look. I mean, for goodness' sakes, we monsters do this kind of stuff all the time. I looked over at B.O.B. who glared daggers at the alien. Elijah was right there, and he kept down on all fours like he was about to charge and kill something. Susan and Link were working at assaulting him and keeping him off each other as you, fine readers, might have noticed. Well, Elijah did charge and landed on top of the alien, turning into this were-coyote and slashing away at the alien, blood flying like feathers from a recently exploded pillow.

Dr. Cockroach ran out of his room and carted a huge makeshift launcher containing a tranquilizer. The cockroach man laughed maniacally as he powered up the engine. A zap and a mess of flying sparks came from a chamber, and the laughing stopped immediately (thank God).

"Doc!" Link called struggling. "Fire it already!"

"I can't! The engine died!" Dr. Cockroach worked frantically to try to make the engine work again.

B.O.B. looked up at the light, which had been on for quite some time. "Billie?" He called.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You know how that old lady in Edward Scissorhands said that Edward made it snow?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think Phyllie made the lights go back on?" A smile grew on my face.

"You know that's not a bad idea. C'mon!" I grabbed him by his thick wrist and dragged him to the closed door of Phyllis' cell. He knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Phyllis' voice asked roughly.

"Jenny." I humbly but boldly replied.

"And B.O.B." He added.

"What do you want?"

"We need your help." I answered.

"Can you make Doc's machine work again?" B.O.B. asked pleadingly.

"If it involves electricity, heck, yes I can make it come alive. But, no."

"I want to confess: the alien's not dead." B.O.B. said, his eye full of guilt.

"Is that a fact? What's the contraption?"

"A launcher." B.O.B. responded. For being a blob, he was keeping up a good conversation with this misanthrope here.

"They're trying to shoot an alien." I whispered. The door slid open.

"I guess that's the magic word." B.O.B. told me. I smiled. Phyllis raised an eyebrow like those grouchy neighbors give to a Girl Scout selling cookies.

"Well, c'mon," Phyllis marched her way towards the contraption and grabbed Dr. Cockroach's wrists.

"What do you think you're doing?" The mad scientist gawked.

"What's it look like, garbage gut?" She asked sarcastically, grasping two wires inside. She looked over at B.O.B. and me and nodded her head.

"All clear!" I called out. Link and Elijah ran back by the launcher while Susan held the alien which was stretched out. As Phyllis squeezed at the wires, a roar like a lawn mower starting sounded from the engine, and a syringe as tall as me fired and hit the alien in the chest. The bicolored eyes widened before shutting, and the head they belonged to fell backwards. Susan dropped the now dead creature, and ease filled each of us.

The larger door slid open, and Monger walked into the room, hands folded behind his back as usual.

"Well done as usual, monsters." He greeted. "And great job for the first time, Coyosapien and Electrill. Well, gotta go reheat that steak. Electricity went out." Elijah smiled, and Phyllis simply stared at the door as it shut.

"I'll be right back," Elijah told us. "And thanks a lot." He turned to Phyllis. "I'm gonna go check on Liv." He told her.

After he pushed a button, the door slid open. The coyote boy quietly entered the dimly lit room.

"Elijah?" We all heard a weak woman's voice say.

Elijah's POV

"Phil! Phil!" I cried in excitement. "Come quickly!" I looked down at Liv. Her hair was a brunette mess, and her eyes weren't open all the way, but it was so wonderful to see her awake.

Phyllis entered the room, and a contented smile formed on her lips as she saw our now conscious friend. She bent down and hugged her while I cautiously fell on the bed and wrapped my arms around her short body.

"Looks like we're back together again." Liv said tiredly. "By the way, where are we?"

Hi! I'm back from the dead. I'd like to have this story done before July, but I doubt I'll be able to do that. And I beg you, R & R.