Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 5

Bath time!

I'm in the kitchen, I just finished making a delicious looking sandwich and I'm about to enjoy eating it, that is until I hear a blood chilling roar coming from the garage.

The sandwich plummets to the floor and dies.

A moment of silence for said sandwich.

Krone almost throws the garage door off it's hedges, I stagger back alittle and crouch down, glad that I'm behind the kitchen island because at least that's some sort of protection.

Krone is growling and roaring and hissing and looking down right pissed of, and this is the only time I wish Josh was here and not at his friend's house. Damn you, Josh, damn you!

He notices me and I twitch, he growls and makes his way to the living room. By this time I notice what's wrong, Krone's bleeding from his shoulder, it looks like he had an accident while fixing his ship. I get up a little, a bit concerned, I didn't like it when people got injured.

Especially animals. And since the Yautja are the equivalent of carnivorous bloodthirsty animals, you can tell how much I'm hurting for him.

I walk a bit up to him

"krone...?-"

He snarls at me.

Sweetholyjesuschrist why did he have to be so scary! I notice my eyes are closed shut so I carefully open on eyelid...and see him knock over a lamp. He growls. If only I knew what the hell he was looking for-oh! Something for his wound! I see! Duh...

In the meantime he isn't calming down, he's knocking over all sorts of furniture and roaring, shit, what if the neighbors hear him?! I'm frozen stiff, afraid that if I move he might snap me in two...

"Umm..."

He growls at me.

"b-but-"

mega growl.

This isn't working. If the guy would just calm down and not tear my house apart I might be able to help him!

Crash!

I froze. Oh...My...Freaking...God...

He just smashed Mom's 1,000 dollar crystal vase.

Oh, hell no!

Maybe I finally lost it, maybe I had a death wish, maybe I was always suicidal in the inside and now finally it was finally showing. Whatever it was, I hope it never happens again.

I walk up him, push him away from the shattered remains of the vase, glare at him and shout,

"Listen buddy, if you could just shut the hell up and let me fucking help you, maybe I can do something about that wound of yours instead of you destroying my house like a giant six and a half foot retard!"

I didn't give him time to growl. Or worse.

"Shut up!" I dragged him away, "Now come with me before you end up killing the dog!"

Whatever kept him from killing me, I thank it one million and one thousand times.

I think his people worship a chick named Paya. Thank Paya.

But, wait, I'm religious, so...Thank God!

I turned on the bathroom light, first I had to clean the wound, sinks to small, it's gonna have to be the shower...

I walked him over to the shower, "Get in."

He growled.

I gave him a angry look.