Fuckin' Aliens

Bruna: What the fuck?

The silence was uncomfortable.
It was already dreadful enough waiting for your ghost tempmate to wake up, or if she even could wake up, and being stared at by your human tempmate (because Ghost wasn't technically fully human, you guess? You're still confused about that.)
You felt something coming from Ghost's tempmarks. It felt like a pulse. She was alive; you knew it.. You felt it.

Your name is BRUNA FITZROY, and you couldn't stand the tension in the air. So you spoke up with this sentence:

"We need to address the elephant in the room."

Hayden looks at you like you're a snake, Sawyer just looks confused, and Feylin shifts uncomfortably.

"What? It's better addressing it now than fucking ignoring it." You raise an eyebrow at Hayden's facial expression.
"I know.. It's just... I'm trying to understand this too, you know?" Hayden murmurs.
"Okay. Then let's take this head-on; our friend is a fucking ghost." You spit, sounding more blunt than you'd like to admit you wanted, "She has the ability to phase through things; which explains why she's so fucking fast, she can go invisible, she can fucking fly, but she burns and/or melts in water, causing her to evaporate. Her eyes literally don't have red irises! If you stare at them for long enough, you can see them flickering, then turning fully white!"
"I guess so." Sawyer mumbles.
"Speak of the devil." Hayden gestures towards the ghost.

You rub your eyes to see Ghost stirring awake, her eyes now fully white. You were right. But now, her skin was flickering. Holy shit.. Injuries were flickering onto her; possibly from before her death.
There was a streak of blood circling her neck, but more like a scar. It was frozen in place, then stitched up. Holy fuck, she was decapitated. Other cuts and bruises formed aswell, but most of them came from the ass beatings from the trolls and all during your escape, which you have to remind yourself was one day ago.
Ghost rubbed her eyes and instantly scooted away, looking like a deer in headlights even when she had no pupils; she's probably uncomfortable from all the eyes on her. Her stomach, where one of the arrows was shot in her, looks pretty badly hurt; and her chest, where the other one was shot on her, looks even more gross than the first. Ghost didn't show any signs of pain, though.

"Woah, what the fuck man?" Ghost mutters.
"Don't scoot too far back; it's raining." Sawyer informs her.
"Who the fuck are you? Ghost spat.
"I'm Sawyer Fierro. I saw you on the ground from the steam coming from you, and I carried you here while your friends were looking for you." Sawyer states.

Ghost just goes 'pfft' under her breath, more likely to herself than anyone else. She then notices the stitchings on her neck.

"Oh shiiiiiit.." Ghost whispers, picking up the collar of her shirt.
"Would you like to explain why you didn't tell us?" You say.
"If you want me to be honest; I'm not sure myself. I don't talk about it a lot, so old habits die hard I guess." Ghost admits.

You nod in understanding; it did sound like there was truth to that. You can't say you're mad, but you can't say you don't mind it. It would've been lovely to know beforehand, but oh well.
Hayden stared at the stitches in horror, then staring at his leg and seemingly connecting the dots to something.

"Oh... Oh my god." Hayden mumbles, "The stitches were there for a reason..."
"Now you know, don't'cha?" Ghost says, less apathetically than deadpan but not very emotionally.
"I'm gonna be sick." Hayden buried his head in his hands. 
"To be fair, I can't control that. Don't blame me when you see candy-red blood splattered everywhere on me like an artist's canvas." Ghost adds. You bite back a laugh at her comment.

Then, out of nowhere, a.. Limeblooded troll's feet pounding against the mushy ground is louder than EVER. Who the fuck is this person and where did they come from?
Then you see it.
On Ghost's right index finger, a red ring (a loopy one, not an actual ring.) circled her finger, then a lime one did the same above it. She matched. This limeblood was her soulmate.

"What the fuck?" You say.
"This truly is a 'what the fuck' situation. Everyone applaud; give this woman an olympic golden medal, she truly deserves it for being smarter and better than Einstein." Ghost half-assedly applauds at your statement.

Hayden's eyes shoot up at the limeblood and he lunges at her, but in a flash Ghost appears in front of her and blocks Hayden's attack.

"What the fuck, man?" Hayden shouts.
"That's... She's harmless. Wait! I mean she won't fucking hurt you, not that she's harmless... Fuck!" Ghost explains.

Hayden nods suspiciously and settles his ass down, you nod, Sawyer's eyebrows raise, and Feylin sits there apathetically before realizing the limeblood is a troll and starts speaking Alternian.
You have no idea what the fuck he's saying, but it gives you a bad feeling because right afterwards Ghost spits at Feylin and shoots him a pissed-off glare, even though she didn't have pupils. If looks could kill, goddamn, you would've been dead by 500 BC.
Which also brings you to the question; how old is Ghost?
You can't believe you didn't consider asking before all of this shit happened.

"Yo, Ghost... How old are you?" You shoot at her.
Ghost thinks for a bit and smirks, "Old enough, sweetheart."
"Shut the fuck up! You know what way I mean that in!" You yell, but also laugh while you're at it.
"Fine. When I died I was 17, and I've only been dead for 2 years." Ghost chuckles, "Not like that changes anything, because no one knows I'm dead in the first place.. Well, before you guys came along."
"Okay cool." You nod.

There's silence again. There's still tension, but it's wore off a bit.

"Well, we can't stay here forever. We need to fucking... Leave. We need to go." Ghost stands up, "If we don't, we'll be sitting ducks, sitting our asses off to the point where time wouldn't exist anymore with how much we've been sitting our duck asses down."
"Good point." Hayden adds.
"Great, so let's go." You nod.
"What the fuck? Hold on, dude, you guys and the trolls still need food and stuff. I only don't as much because I'm a ghost, I don't need to do it as often as you guys but I still do. We need shit; we can't just fucking take off and hope we don't crash into the fucking twin towers." Ghost spits.
"Good point again." Hayden sighs.

Well fuck.

"It's fine.. I'm sure we'll run into shit along the way." You add.
"Whatever." Ghost mutters.
"Great then, let's fucking go." Hayden demands.

You stand up and brush off your pants, and start walking.
Feylin follows you first, Hayden trails behind, being followed by the limeblood, and Ghost being the caboose.
You and your party make banter, point out shit, laugh along, stay silent, and do everything possible in the book.
It truly was mind-boggling to you how your day went from going to work, sleeping, getting thrown in alien prison, almost getting executed, then an alien jail-break.
And now, you tread the lands, searching for a suitable place to call home; all because of Fuckin' Aliens.