Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 3

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.