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Funny thing about this chapter, i like to write stories in advance and then post, i already had a couple chappies done when i decided to write this one. I just thought when i read over my already done chapters that somethings weren't explained much, so i wrote this to sorta clear the rough edges. Though it's frustrating cuz i'm a chapter farthar than i wanna be! Maybe i didn't have to, i won't know until i go on with the story!

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The Fundamentals for Properly Housing a Yautja

Krone's ship was roughly the size of two family vans in width, which was the capacity of our garage, thankfully. I guess you can say it was one of those small space cruisers or something. If you've ever watched Star Wars, you get the idea. An alarming fact was that it looked like it came from…well…the bottom of the freaking lake!

I mean the thing had seaweed or something on it, I mean how the hell did…the lake's a long way from here…

Josh voiced what I was to flabbergasted to say, "How'd you even get it here?"

It looked at both of us(even though I didn't say anything)as if we just asked something stupid. We silently decided to let the question slip…

Thank God Mom and Dad left the car at the airport. Their excuse was that everything we could need was at walking length and if not we could just call 911. Translation: they still don't trust Josh with the car and I'm to young to drive it.

We took out everything from the garage that wouldn't be useful to Mr. Yautja, like old lamps and boxes full of things we never really needed which would probably never see the light of day again anyway. Especially the old ventriloquism dummy Mom put up to 'brighten up the place', he didn't like that one at all.

This was all moved to the basement which I remembered would be the place he'd be sleeping in if he ever got out of the garage. I took out an old mattress and laid it on the floor. The thing was that the washer and dryer were down there and if you-know-who was gonna be there…

Me and Josh made a pact that unless all of our clothes were used neither of us would go down there. Meaning everything in our closets had to be worn, even things we haven't seen in years, this is the second thing we've ever agreed on.

Personally, I hate work, in fact, I'm the kind of person how'd rather spend hours looking for the remote control than to just get up and manually flip the channels. But, it was worth seeing Josh practically pee is pants whenever our 'guest' got near him. I swear I heard him whimper like a girl more than once today!

I flumped down on my bed back first, thoroughly exhausted with all the moving we had to do today. I really don't do much exercise…

"He started taking out his alien tech," Josh was leaning on my room's door frame, looking just as worn out as I was, only a thousand times more scared, "The dude looked like he wanted to kill me!"

It would've been rude to smile. I smiled. "He probably did…"

"Hey! FYI, I'm not the only one with a death warrant here!"

True. If Josh was at risk same goes for me. I sighed as I realized what exactly we had gotten ourselves into, "I mean, how do you house a Predator?"

He shrugged, "Don't ask me, Ms. Bright Ideas, there's gotta be instructions somewhere…"

I let out a laugh, "Yeah, Josh, I can just look it up in our nonexistent intergalactic internet."

He smirked. "Maybe you should make a manual for your little pet, Mother Teresa."

"Now there's an idea, however did you come up with it, Einstein?"

"Aw forget you, I'm gonna see if Mr. High and Mighty needs anything…"

"Maybe your flesh in his trophy room?"

I saw him flinched, pure satisfaction glowed from me, Josh glared and left. Afterwards I took out my drawing pad and started to scribble down what our house guest could need.

***

Here's something for the manual…

Predators. Eat. Meat.

Raw meat, and nothing but.

It turns out that Mr. Predator was hungry from all the work he put into bringing his ship here, all we had in our fridge was leftovers, insta dishes, and already cooked meat and chicken.

Naturally, he wasn't happy.

Now the Yautja get pretty grumpy when they're not feed, and by grumpy I mean they down right wanna kill, meaning one of us had to go out to the market and buy some meat and one of us had to stay with Predy and make sure he didn't kill any of the neighbors, the dog, or all of the above.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" two rocks, no go.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" two paper.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" tie.

"Rock, paper…scissors!"

"Paper beats rock!" I did a little happy dance in my head.

"Ugh, fine!"

We gathered up the money Mom and Dad left us, we didn't want to use it all, so we had to estimate and round some coupons even add a bit of our own money, it looked like enough.

"Make it snappy, Forefinger…" he tossed me the wallet, "or my ghost'll haunt you till the day you die…"

The trip to the market was quick enough, I got the cheapest meats I could find, like hell I was gonna give him prime ribs or whatever…

I got some stares from the people I passed, the cashier guy asked me what all the meat was for.

"Annual Meat Eaters Club Meeting," was my reply.

"Ah."

The rest of the transaction went smoothly.

I came home to find the dog was still alive and Josh's ghost wouldn't haunt me, although he was close to hugging me when I arrived. Most likely he was relieved to have someone to act as a human shield now for he was behind me all the time. The damn bags where hell to carry though. We packed the meat into our tiny freezer, it looked like we had to go shopping every once in a while, we left Mr. Picky Eater to his erm…dinner…and went about our business.

Afterwards Josh took me aside and told me what it was like to have to stay with a hungry Yautja.

"He was this close," he made a gap with his fingers for effect, "this close, Soph, to killing the TV…"

I shuddered at the thought of my late night anime channel being torn away from me.

***

Predators aren't cat people…

Our neighbor's cat, Mr. Fluffybuttons, likes to run around freely and sometimes he even lives with the other neighbors, even us. I think he's adorable, just a little fluffy ball of love, others don't think so.

It was on one such occasion that Mr. Fluffybuttons came scurrying in our back door with such enthusiasm, that it happened.

"Awww! Fuffybuttons came to visit!" I started cuddling the lovable white kitty. I used to ask Mom if we could keep it forever, the dog was no fun and he never has been(lazy freeloader), I won't ever get to ask again.

In all of Mr. Fluffybuttons carefree and happy life, the poor feline made one mistake…

The hyperactive cat ran off while I was in mid cuddle, he pranced off into hell(formerly known as the garage).

"No, Fluffy, don't go in there---!" to late.

There was a hiss, a roar, a loud crash, and then Buttons came running for dear life out of there and into my arms.

Now for whatever reason, the horrible, mean, Yautja of doom came running after him, I, using what little survival instinct I had, threw Mr. FluffyButtons out the front door and into the front yard so it could run as far away as it could.

The Yautja in question stopped right in front of me, just millimeters away, seeing that I saved Fluffybuttons from his wrath, he growled and left in a huff.

I don't think that cat will ever come back here.

Just a little something else for the manual…

***

Our garage is no longer our garage. It is now the abode and workplace of a warrior alien from outer space. The minute we even step into that place he starts growling and roaring, it's like his territory. He nearly attack Josh and me for "intruding" on him while he was working on his ship.

Josh leaned over to his side and whispered to me, "You'd think he'd be more grateful to us for lending him the garage…" I nod a little, to afraid of the bloodthirsty Predator just yards away from us.

We were currently at the garage door, Mr. Territorial looking down right pissed at us for being there. He's taken out his body armor, all that's left was his mask, which if you remember I described as 'screaming death'. He stood (probably)glaring at us.

Josh is either brave or stupid.

"Hey, buddy," he says casually, leaning on the door frame, "We sorta like to see the faces of the people we talk to, if you don't mind…" he subtly points at his mask. Stupid. Definitely stupid.

The Yautja growls but takes it off and drops it to the floor, now I know he's glaring us, and he doesn't look any less menacing than before. His eyes are a nice shade of hazel though.

The Yautja then walks toward his ship, ignoring us.

Josh again decides to play it stupid. "Yo, Karl…"

"Krone," he clicks with such malice that I flinch. His eyes roam between the two of us, I think the message was 'that's my name and I expect you to use it', hopefully he's never heard us use the term 'Predy'…

"Okay than, Krone…" Josh continues(stupid!), "we sorta have a lot of stuff here, and we might come in to get them when we have to, so we'd appreciate it if you wouldn't bite our heads off…"

I pulled him closer to me, "what's with all the 'we'?"

"If I'm dying I'm taking you with me!"

Krone doesn't answer and starts ripping the seaweed off his ship.

"Josh, stop being an idiot!…" I tug his arm, afraid for dear life.

I can see him sweat but he just stays there like an immobile statue, we wait a few more seconds.

"Well," he finally says, "it looks like that's the best 'okay' we're gonna get, let's go Sophie…"

We left finally. Leaving Krone to his work.

***

I don't think i named it appropiately either...i could go on and on about complaints regarding this chapter...i wanted some reference to "Predator User Guide" in the story and found i didn't have any, i scraped the idea but brought it back when making this, some ideas should stay put...i dub this chapter "the redheaded stepchild" of my story(it's a joke in my family, i doubt anyone will get it...)

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