Chapter 8

Have you ever truely freaked out, you know, have a panic attack? I haven't, ever. You would think this would warrent one wouldn't you? Only I'm not panicking, infact I'm queitly searching for my bookbag that I had chucked at the devil like buggy creature. I know I should be freaking out, but seriously, this information really hasn't reached me yet. Aliens? I've always believed there to be, but I never actually thought I would see one! So I guess this means I'm in shock, a very mild form of shock, because I'm not clamy, sweating, and about to faint. I stepped over the tree root frowing. The day has not gone the way I wanted, it was supposed to be relaxing, not running for my life!

Ignore the possiblity of aliens, let it slip from your mind, I repeated in my head like a mantra. Should I report this to Officer Lane? Yes? Maybe? No, I can't not only wouldn't he believe me, but he would call my mother and she's working so hard, I can't burden her with my ever present Mary-Sue life. There was a small snap as I stepped on a twig, or at least what I thought was a twig, but which was actually one of my paint brushes. My eyes roved over the area, my satchel is here somewhere (the one my mother gave me last year for my birthday). I cursed as I found it resting against a tree to the left, the bags strap was damaged. I fingered the fringed edges, that things tail must have swatted it away when I chucked it, maybe it wasn't a screech of pain from my bag hitting it, but a screech of annoyance that I dare even chucked it at the blasted thing.

I reached into my bag to check its contents and my frown only deepened. My acrylic water paints had escaped there little confines and splattered my sketch book and the inside of my bag in an aray of colors. My sketch book can't be saved, my picture of the lake ruined, my other little important sketches ruined, dammit, I had a picture in there that I had drawn last month and I had been meaning to give to Officer Lane ( the picture was of my mother and him cuddling, completely innocent, I wouldn't go into the rated R stuff come on she was my mother!), but the satchel could be saved, after like two washes in the washer. I flipped through the pages of the books, ignoring the large blobs of paint that stained my fingers, I smiled, not all my pictures were ruined. The one picture I mentioned before of Lane and my mother cuddling ( I admit, I really want them to date, he'd be good for her), the one of jupiter I drew after the traumitizing events that Jason and Dennis committed, and the one of my mother, but all the others were ruined, goodbye hard work. It was frustrating sometimes you know? You spend so much time on something only to have it completely ruined by unfortunate events that really shouldn't have happened, and which could only be found in science fiction novels.

Sighing I ripped loose the pictures that survived, folded them and placed them in my pocket, before shoving the ruined sketch pad into the bag. And then that was it, I walked home. I suppose I should have been more concerned, because these woods were being in habited by some hulky alien warrior of some kind and then some freaky bug thing, but I wasn't, maybe later. I was hungry, it was late afternoon, closing in on evening and I hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning. Lets see, Denile + Breakfast - no lunch = starving. A simple equation, a+b-c=d. And I groaned just as my stomach did, I still had to go shopping...I can understand why it slipped my mind, but this thing, was just a bump in the road, just like the Meltons, road bump, I bet by the time I've gone grocery shopping, eaten, and was resting in bed, I would have forgotten about the alien and almost death experience. Because seriously, aliens? Just because I'm a believer, doesnt mean I have to believe right this moment. I think I'm intitled to a bit of denile.

I released a relieved grin as I stared up at my house, yes, you are a constant aren't you my little glass house. I walked through the door, no bother locking it today, it wasn't like I was in town at school, which was like 10 miles away. Grabbing my ruined sketch book, I threw it in the trash on my way towards the laundry room. It was a small room, with a sink, a washer and dryer and a ironing board. I proceeded to wash my bag, as the gentle hum of the washer was going, I left the room to check the fridge, I was going shopping no matter what!! Now what was needed.

The fridge was barren except for maybe a few jars of different types of jam, mustard, ketchup, mayo, some cheese, couple different salad dressings, and tupperware contained filled with four day old mashed potatoes. Okay so I needed just about everything, my four food groups. Now since I was going all out, I would need a ride and since I don't have a liscence nor a car (I know, lame right, eighteen and don't know how to drive, sue me I have stuff to do, other than getting one) I knew the perfect person to call.....

"Hello, Duran Police Departmant, Officer Lane speaking, whats your problem?" I raised a brow and smirked a little, he sounded annoyed. Yep, you guessed it, I was going to bum a ride from the guy that was hopelessly in love with my mother, give him the small drawing and hopefully con the man into dating my mother. I needed something to do and get my mind of this damn alien encounter....wait, does that warrior looking thing do alien abductions? I seriously don't want to be probbed! Jericho stop thinking!!!

"Rough day?" I enquired. Yes thats it, start small, smooth your way to the prize.

"Jericho?" I hmmed in response. Lane sighed. "You could say that...is there a particular reason why your calling, are the Melton brothers harrassing you again? And why aren't you in school!?" Questions, questions, questions, but oh well.

"No, dumb and dumber haven't harrassed me since yesterday and I'm not in school since I wanted a relaxing day to myself." I said, yha and it was such a relaxing day to!

"Isn't that what the weekend is for? You couldn't wait till tomorrow?" he said, aww, look he's playing a concerned parent, how cute.

"Yes, but I decided to have a three day weekend, anyway I was actually calling for something?"

"Oh?"

"When do you get off?'

"Five minutes, why?"

"I need a ride to the grocers since I'm going all out this time. Mom will be home in a few days and I want to have a fully stocked fridge so she can relax when she gets back from her business trip" Say yes!

"Yha okay, I'll be there in fifteen" score! I grinned, soon 'Get-mother-a-date' will be put to action. We said our adues and hung up, I had fifteen minutes till I Lane got here, time to think up a plan to give the old officer the courage to ask my mother out when she gets back.

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Cetanu, tilled his head to the side as he watched the ooman walk off towards the woods. His yellow cat like eyes narrowed on the fragile creatures back, he couldn't even defend himself against a Kiande Amedha (hard meat), why would the great Elder Kantra mark this pyode Amedha (soft meat)? Purred shaking his head, his dread locks swirled around his shoulders, much like a dress swirling around a girls legs. To the Yaujta race, Cetanu was very handsome and strong, his personal armor given to him several years prior by the now dead Elder Kantra showed his status and many of the females had tried to capture his attention, some have succeeded, but he never produced any young pups with any of them. And he was almost glad too, his mother was slightly disappointed, but he wasn't ready for a pup, he may not raise it, but it would be his son and when the time came for the boy to join the males in the clan on the ship he would be under his supervision and he just wasn't ready for that - he was young by the clans standards. He may have achieved great feats in his 150 years of life, but he was still a child at heart (sometimes).

Cetanu turned to look at the Kiande Amedha, it was a fairly good size, mature, strong. His chest rumbled in appreciation. A fine worthy kill. Like his ancestors before him and his many clan members, he grabbed the knife strapped to his thigh, a long blade made from the black ebony bones that made up the Kiande Amedha's exo-skeleton. A custom made weapon, very handy when you wanted a close range battle and you didn't have to worry about your weapons melting from the demons acidic blood. He purred as he decappitated the head from the spindly body, and proceeded to let the blood run from the head and into the ground. The acidic blood ate at the minerals in the dirt.

Cetanu sat on a broken log several feet to the left and waited, his arms crossed against his wide chest. His upper right mandible clicked his lower right mandible beneath his mask. He stared at the large trees, to the small creatures that scurried hastily through there limbs. Cetanu thought the humans had a beautiful planet, the northern hemisphere so different from the southern, the southern was more like his home planet; dry and filled with large tropical like trees. He enjoyed the different enviroments he had encountered in his hunting escapades, but the ooman home planet had to have the wildest aray of enviroments that it kept fascinating him. Most of the young-bloods in his clan and many of the warriors would scoff at his interest in the oomans, but he knew them best, could hunt them best and because of this knowledge he had not fallen to the oomans crafty minds like some of his clan mates.

But seriously, why had Elder Kantra marked the ooman? He wasn't strong, and he most certainly was Yaujta, so why? Cetanu wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery, no, needed to, it was bugging the Pauking crap out of him. He glanced towards the Kiande Amedha and stood up, grabbed the head by its elongated skull, pulled a small vial filled with some blue liquid, dumped a portion of the blue liquid on the creatures body and watched it eat away at the body. After he cleaned and waxed his skull, he was going to figure this little ooman out, and maybe figure out why in the gods name there was a kiande amedha around. There were no Chiva in this part of the world. Maybe he should call the elder and just make sure there were no Chiva in the area, it would suck if young bloods got in his way of hunting.

Shrugging he turned and returned to his ship.

A/N: after months of writers block (almost a whole year) I managed to squeeze this out!! Yay! I made sure to open a little roads to continue, so keep your eyes pealed for more chapters in the future....Has anyone figure out why Jericho has Cetanu's clans mark on the back of his neck? No, because I think its completely obvious, oh wait, thats because I'm writing the story, hahaha.

Okay, readers I'm going to make this clear, Jericho is a boy! I know sometimes he sounds like a girl, but thats just because he is being written by a girl, and second, this story is gay!! sorry to disappoint, but really it is!

Little hints towards the next chapter:

Shopping, talking, and a little B&E.

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