Here is Chapter 2!

Before I begin, I'm thanking everyone who reviewed, and liked it so far =) You people are my motivation.

It clicked again, and I closed my eyes, awaiting death.

But nothing happened for about 2 minutes.

Suddenly, I heard some weird noise, as if something was shutting down so I opened my eyes to see the red lights gone, and it was out of its defensive position.

I had no clue what the Hell this thing was.

Using the time it wasn't doing anything, I quickly studied it, trying to find out what it was, or what it wanted.

From the way it was built, I verified that It was a he.

It took me a few moments to realize he was studying me the same way I was studying him.

"H-Hello?" I said in the calmest way I could.

He only cocked his head to the side.

Thats when I noticed the source of the green substance. On his arm, near where a humans wrist would be, I noticed a massive wound that was bleeding severely, leaving a small puddle on my carpet. If he were human, then that wound would have definitely been fatal.

Perhaps he only came to get help?

I bit the bullet and spoke once again. "Can you understand me?" I asked.

He responded by nodding his head.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. I don't know about you, but I don't want to piss off something much bigger than me.

He cocked his head and made odd movement, as if trying to think if he could trust me or not.

"Your arm is, well bleeding I guess...Do you need help?" I asked.

He just looked at his wound and then back at me before making a half nod, as if he was unsure of his answer.

"Will you hurt me?" I guess anyone would ask that kind of question in this kind of situation. He only shook his head.

I kept my eyes on him as I walked towards my door, heading for the bathroom to get towels and the first aid kit, and his eyes stayed on me as well, making sure I wasn't trying to trick him or anything.

I came back and put two towels on the ground, and gestured for him to sit.

Once he was seated, he wouldn't let me do anything as I tried, so I figured he wasn't going to trust me.

It took time to explain to him what I was going to do and finally he gave me a nod of approval before relaxing.

First, I wrapped a dry towel around it, to get rid of the fresh blood, and then used a wet towel to clear the coagulated blood. I used a peroxide covered cloth to clean it out, and it didn't sting to him at all apparently, or at least he didn't make it noticeable. Finally, I wrapped a large bandage around his arm, and it took A LOT of bandage to do that, considering how big he was.

After that, I waited for him to do something else, but instead it appeared that he was waiting for me to do something.

It took some courage to ask the question that was on my mind the entire time.

"What...What are you?" I asked, stuttering, hoping I wasn't offending him in any way.

"Yautja". That word came from his mask in a deep voice, followed by clicking noises. Oh god I wish i could see his real face.

"Yautja?" I asked, getting a nod as my response, as I cleaned the puddle of glowing blood off my carpet.

"Na-hame" He said.

I didn't understand what he said, until he said it once more, in a clearer tone. It was obvious he wasn't good at English too well.

"Name?" I asked. Getting a nod, I told him my name. "My name is Allison...Do you have a name?" I asked.

Once again I got that "can I trust her?" look.

"Crep'lok" He said.

I smiled because I liked his name and said "Hello Crep'lok." Even saying his name was fun.

"Yhou honorahble" He said.

"I'm honorable?" I asked as I threw away the ruined towels.

He nodded, still sitting down. "Yhou helpp mhe whithout fear...nhormal Ooman run ahnd scream, nhot you." He said.

I chuckled. "Well, as you can tell, I'm not very normal" I stated, speaking about my appearance.

This wasn't so bad actually...The creature I thought would butcher me is a pretty nice guy under the whole, alien-ish look.

I turned around to put away the first aid kid.

Curiosity struck me again. "How did you get that wound? It was pretty bad"

I got no response, and when I turned around to see why he wasn't talking, I noticed he was gone, and my window was wide open, letting a breeze in.

In a way I was somewhat sad, and in some way relieved that he only wanted help, not murder. But still I would have loved to have become friends. Life works in mysterious ways I guess.

*SIGH*

What happens next?

I will try to upload the next chapter tonight =D

~VengeanceMonger