The Darkness Calls
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
28,145
Reviews:
170
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I don't own BtVS that belongs to Joss, Riddick movies belong to David Twohy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.All characters belong to their owns and not me! Zero cash made.
see you
The Darkness Calls
Title: See you
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners. That means I own nothing and have zero money. . .
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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Ripping his arm out of Johns hold Xander glared at him then at the dark room he was dragged into. “We shouldn’t be in dark area’s, you know?”
“Shut up!” Yelled Johns as he paced.
“Listen. I don’t give a fuck. I could care less about you and your . . . habit.” Sneered Xander.
Johns glared then pointed a finger in Xander’s face. “You didn’t SEE anything! Hear me! Nothing!! You don’t TELL the others, hear me!!!” Johns growled as he grabbed Xander’s arms and shook him.
“Yeah! I hear you! Now let me go!” Hissing Xander was about to raise his trusty tail then Johns’ heavy boot landed on it, Xander howled like an angry lion. Tears stung at his eyes as he felt delicate bones crack and grate. Xander jerked free, hurting himself more, but getting away from Johns was of the good. Wrapping his tail around his arm, Xander petted it like an injured snake, petting his tail didn’t heal it but it made him feel better . . . Like when a child gets his or her hurt finger or something kissed by a parent. Cursing himself and Johns, Xander clinched his teeth together, pain was shooting from his tail to his spine. For one second Xander closed his eyes.
“You motherfucker!!” Xander went for the door. He just made it outside when Johns gabbed for him again. “Let go you shit!”
“You listen here-” Johns started in again.
Losing what was left of his good-natured patience Xander reached behind his back and pulled out his sword. Slashing out Xander was slightly impressed that Johns mostly dodged his attack, he didn’t lose the arm holding onto Xander but got a pretty deep cut. “Don’t touch me.”
They both stood still. Xander with his sword at the merc’s neck, Johns with his gun pointed at Xander’s belly. “Hey!! Hey . . . lets calm down.”
“Calm down.” Xander narrowed his eyes. “I’m not the one that broke my TAIL!!You shit!!!” Xander hissed as he leveled Johns with a death glare.
Johns snorted. “It’s not a big deal, I’ve seen you do that healing thing. Heal yourself!”
“What?! You think you can hurt people and I’ll come a skipping by like some pain healing fairy?! Besides *hiss* I can’t HEAL myself. Kinda like a battery recharging itself, IT don’t WORK!!!”
“Calm down! I just wanted to talk . . .”
“Talk . . . Talk? Fuck off! So you’re a drug whore, go play with your needle! Leave me alone and I’ll leave you to it!”
Johns advanced on Xander the slightly calm look he was wearing gone, replaced with that same glassy anger. Pains be damned Xander raised his tail and released his bone spike, raised it high, ready to use it if needed. Xander hissed. Johns raised his gun, aimed for Xander’s head, hand tensing to pull the trigger. Silence. Then the sound of heavy footsteps broke their weird spell, a hard chest pressed reassuringly against Xander’s back and a solid arm wrapped around him. “What’s this? A party? Without me Johns? I’m hurt!”
Johns glared and looked at Riddick with his arm around the milithre, watched as he pushed the hissing cat behind him. “What the fuck? Get out of here, we’re talking!!”
“Talking?” He said as he stepped around Xander and stood in front of Johns, allowing the gun to press against his chest. “Talking, huh? Anyone join or is this invite only?”
Johns pressed his gun harder against Riddick’s chest. “Thought I told you to find supplies for the ship?”
“That so?” Riddick asked as he grabbed the mussel of the gun and held it tight then force it away from him nearly hitting Johns in the face.
Johns hissed aimed and pulled the trigger. *click* Glaring at the gun Johns pulled the trigger again and again. *click* *click* “What the . . .”
In his hand Riddick held out Johns belt with his ammo, releasing the belt the shells scattered all over the ground. “Didn’t even notice these were gone? Not so badass anymore?” With that said Riddick punched Johns in the gut and bashed him into the side of the building like a child would a doll. Leaving a large bent in the side of the building and Johns on the ground holding his bloodied shattered nose. Grabbing Xander by his arm Riddick dragged him away from the groaning merc.
“What is it with people dragging me about?!” Xander hissed as he pulled away from Riddick and took a step back from the man. Xander looked around, funny different building same scenery.
“Why are you talking to Johns?”
Xander scowled but inwardly he was grinning. The Riddick was jealous!! Funny. “Nothing. We were just chatting.”
Riddick raised a brow. “Weapons out and with his scent on you?”
‘Scent? What scent?!’ Taking a deep breath Xander let the breath out in a little huff. Johns scent was on him, but the scent was no stronger then Fry’s or Imam’s or Shezza’s! Hell Xander still had Zeke’s blood scent lingering. But Johns scent was freshest. “So he touched me, who cares?! It’s not like I was fucking him!!”
Xander took a deep breath, since Riddick was playing the sniffing card Xander would too! He nearly hissed at the strong smell of Fry covering the man! Xander narrowed his eyes. “You were with Fry!!”
Riddick smirked. “So what? Not like I fucked her . . .”
Xander could feel Riddick’s enjoyment at throwing Xander’s angry words right back at him, could feel the mixture of Riddick complex emotion. The man was mad, mad at Xander and enraged at Johns, Xander had little faith in Johns’ continuing existence. Riddick is also amused. He’s amused with this little spat, with the way Xander’s acting, and with Johns dependancy on his gun. Xander can also feel protectiveness and possessiveness, those emotions were directed at him with such force it nearly took his breath. Clearing his throat Xander changed the subject. He didn’t need Riddick mad at him.
“How’d you get the bullets?”
Riddick grinned. “Fucking easy. Gets distracted by anything and everything. Skirts, pills, booze, needles, dicks, guns, boobs, you name it pussycat. Dip-shit was so worried about you telling his dirty little secret . . . took it when he was chatting Fry up by the ship.”
“Why take um? And why give them back?”
“What’s the fun in keeping them?” Xander raised a brow and threaded his fingers over his long braided hair, waiting. Riddick sighed. “Waited for you to follow me when Johns cut me lose, heard him shooting up. *Glare* Then heard you pick then to leave. Asshole’s killed people for less.”
Xander smiled at Riddick’s back as the man walked away from him, embarrassed that he cared about Xander’s well-being. Xander felt a purr vibrate in his chest. Wrapping his hurt tail back around his waist and re-sheathing his sword, Xander decided to stick around for a few minutes. Do a little exploring around the ghost town, find anything useful, check on the baby, watch Riddick move like a stalking cat . . . Maybe he should make a list?
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Climbing up onto one of the buildings Xander followed Riddick as he looked around. He was highly amused with the children. Jack, Ali, and sweet little Davi, following behind Riddick like a pack of spies. Very loud giggling spies, but spies none the less. Xander followed much farther behind and stuck to the roofs. He wasn’t only stalking Riddick, he was looking for things. He was!!! Light for one, things that he could burn, and answers. Why was this place completely empty? Why leave a perfectly good ship in a mountain? Why leave the shuttle? Why, why, why?!
Jumping to the next building with grace Xander landed soundlessly and patted himself on the back for it! He was NOT Xander the goofy of Sunnyhell #2 sidekick . . . not #4 or was that 5? Who knew!? Though even just to himself Xander had to admit his dream world sucked! In your dreams wishes come true and all that crap! That cricket said so!! Jumping to the next building Xander snorted at his own mental wondering. ‘If I ever fall into another coma, I’ll dream about . . .’ Xander let his eyes wonder back to the goggled man. ‘ . . . Stuff. Lots of hot . . . sweaty . . . stuff.’
On the next roof Xander found an old beat up first aid kit, the red cross was faded and it was covered in inches of dust. Finding stairs and a door into the building from the roof Xander opened it and looked into the dark interior. Air is stale and the smell of death strong. Something different is in the building. Digging in his trusty bag he keeps on his shoulder Xander looks for a light. In the bag that Dora had pack for him Xander finds his vid pad, three round container, and a change of clothes. Pulling the vid pad out Xander clicks on the little flashlight. He knows there is something in the building, he can sense it watching him . . . Frowning Xander tried to pinpoint it, but can’t focus on it too well. His empathy works like one trying to hold a wet eel in their hands when he can’t focus. Bitting his lip Xander fingered his silver circlet hidden under his cloth hat. If he took it off he could focus on anyone doing anything with little to no effort. Xander shook his head, who cared what the creatures thought?! Was the risk worth it? The creature was probably no different from the others, just another flesh eater. But this one did feel a little stronger, smarter, and darker. And it gave him chills so icy it felt hot, where as the others so far only creeped him out like any demon would . . .
Taking a step into the building, into the dark, Xander flashed the light about. A table with four plates and silverware, a couple solar panels, some chairs, and toys were laying about. All covered in dust and lost memories. Taking another step in Xander picked up a picture sitting on a counter. A woman with long black hair in a ponytail wearing a tool belt and overalls with her arms around two little boys. Both boys had curly black hair and were holding plastic tools. Touching the picture Xander can feel happiness and love that this family had shared. But the emotions in the picture were faded, dull, and long gone. Xander gently placed the picture back where it belonged, sadness lingering in his mind.
*Ffwoooooooofosh!!* Xander gasped when he felt a rush of air over his head, something had moved behind him. Flashing his light about Xander tried to locate the creature. A cupboard door snapped closed, an empty cup fell off the counter, dust fluttered about . . . Holding his light to his body Xander took in a calming breath. Panic made him sloppy, he couldn’t let himself panic. Panic bad. ‘I’ve faced tougher things! And the open door is only feet from me! Get a hold of yourself Xan-man!!!’
Whether he knew it or not Xander fight or flight instinct forced his senses to heighten, his night vision snapped into place and the room lightened. Everything became clearer, and he could see the grain in the old wooden table, a lone shirt fluttering in one of the windows, and the sharpness of the creatures nails. Crouching by the sofa a large scaled beast, this one was like the others but not, it was the same breed from what Xander could tell, but it was obviously ranked higher in the food chain. Its hammerhead is curved like a bow, its limbs are longer, hell even its teeth seamed sharper.
Now that he knew where it was Xander kept the light pointed in its direction, kept his eyes on it. Reaching out with his empathy Xander tried to connect with the creature’s mind. When he did connect Xander gasped and stepped back toward the light, pulled out his sword, and raised his trusty tail spike for a fight.~ Prey . . . Hissss . . . run food. Huuuuuunt . . . Nourishment.~
This one is ‘definitely’ different. This one is thinking, this one is calm, this one is happily waiting for something to happen. This hammer-headed creature isn’t obsessed with blood and feeding, its like meeting a master vamp after dealing with its minions. Oh Xander knew the hammerhead creature would eat him if Xander gave it the chance . . . But this creature wanted to hunt its meal . . .
Xander frowned. It did want to hunt its meal, but not just for itself. Behind the large lizard Xander could see a dirt-covered nest and in that nest six snot colored eggs. The nest was surrounded by blankets, pillows, broken chairs, and sand. And in the nest with the ugly eggs were bones, full skeletons, human and lizard. Xander was sad to see two small child sized skeletons with clumps of black hair still sticking to the skulls and metal buckles that would have been attached to overalls near the nest. And near the children’s remains adult bones and digging tools, the corpse or corpses ripped apart and left long ago. This beast wanted to hunt and feed her young . . . Xander sighed . . . Why is it always him that finds the bad-assed bloodthirsty females.
Deciding that the demon-lizard-monster needed to be of the died now, Xander was about to go and attack it when a young scream broke out. The shrill cry halted Xander, made him hesitate and turn to look in the direction of the scream. Xander didn’t hear the hammerhead creature move toward him but the hairs on his neck stood up on end and instinct made him turn around and run toward the exit. To the light. Xander felt and heard the air moved over his back as he made it out of the open door, heard the unique sound of something sharp zipping through the air.
On the roof of the medium sized house Xander leaped to a taller larger building next to it, using claws and agile limbs to reach the roof and the skylights that were still opening. In his head Xander was chanting to himself, ‘Get way from the monster . . . Help the little one’. Looking inside the large building Xander watched a swarm of smaller monsters chase Ali in and out of the light, the swarm herding the scared boy toward the dark. And like any frightened child or person in general Ali was running for a way out, a door or something. Xander gasped as he saw Ali run into a dark room and slam the door behind him, sealing him inside with the hungry monsters that followed.
Leaping into the room Xander hoped he was more cat then just the tail and eyes that he can land on his feet and not hurt himself like an idiot. Xander landed with his limbs spread and barely felt the sting of impact. Running for the door Xander ripped it open and grabbed for Ali. The monsters were all over the boy, all nibbling and ripping at his flesh, the smell of blood almost overwhelming Xander’s sensitive nose. With the barely breathing boy held tightly to his chest Xander ran from the light, then hit the dirt. Xander hardly noticed the gun shots, but he did let out a relieved sighed when the doors swung open. The creatures shrieked at the brighter and direct light and flew into the large tunnel hole disappearing into the dark.
Sitting up Xander groaned. He had deep scratches along his back, and the way he had landed on the dirt aggravated his tail injury. Turning Ali about Xander winced at the damage. Ali’s blood covered everything, his clothes, face, the ground, Xander couldn’t tell what was damaged. The boy was a complete mess. One side of his face was pulverized meat. Placing his hands on the boy’s chest and face, where is seamed to be worst, Xander started to heal.
Xander squeezed his eyes shut at the damage he could feel lining the boys body. Shallow bites along the legs, deep gouges on the arms and shoulders, slicing across the cheeks and over the eyes. A lot of damage on the face. Xander winced . . . Ali might never see again.
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Xander met Imam stare with tired eyes. “I’m sorry Imam . . . I’m out of my depth.”
Xander winced as he looked at his patient. “Will he live?” Imam asked.
Looking the older man in the eyes, Xander shrugged. “Would he want too?”
Storming up to Xander, Fry grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him toward the injured. “Heal him!! He’s in pain! You’re supposed to help people!!”
Xander pulled roughly away. “I’m not some magical creature that can wave his hand and make things right, Fry! I’m just a guy! I can’t fix everything! And I’m wiped!! I can’t even heal a paper cut now!” Xander hissed as he held up his hands, his beat up bloody hands. He couldn’t even force them to glow blue, not even faintly.
“So you’ll just leave them all this way? Hurt?” Fry said with frustration in her voice as she stomped away from the milithre, back to her shuttle.
Glaring at the back of Fry’s blond head Xander flipped her off. Collapsing by Oren and Greg, Xander curled around the baby and nuzzled Oren’s soft dark hair, comforting him more then the sleeping infant. Closing his dry eyes Xander took a well-deserved nap. He needed to get part of his energy back, at least enough to keep the others alive. “ I never even learned how to heal right . . . Doing this all by feel.” Xander mumbled to himself as he nodded off.
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Title: See you
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners. That means I own nothing and have zero money. . .
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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Ripping his arm out of Johns hold Xander glared at him then at the dark room he was dragged into. “We shouldn’t be in dark area’s, you know?”
“Shut up!” Yelled Johns as he paced.
“Listen. I don’t give a fuck. I could care less about you and your . . . habit.” Sneered Xander.
Johns glared then pointed a finger in Xander’s face. “You didn’t SEE anything! Hear me! Nothing!! You don’t TELL the others, hear me!!!” Johns growled as he grabbed Xander’s arms and shook him.
“Yeah! I hear you! Now let me go!” Hissing Xander was about to raise his trusty tail then Johns’ heavy boot landed on it, Xander howled like an angry lion. Tears stung at his eyes as he felt delicate bones crack and grate. Xander jerked free, hurting himself more, but getting away from Johns was of the good. Wrapping his tail around his arm, Xander petted it like an injured snake, petting his tail didn’t heal it but it made him feel better . . . Like when a child gets his or her hurt finger or something kissed by a parent. Cursing himself and Johns, Xander clinched his teeth together, pain was shooting from his tail to his spine. For one second Xander closed his eyes.
“You motherfucker!!” Xander went for the door. He just made it outside when Johns gabbed for him again. “Let go you shit!”
“You listen here-” Johns started in again.
Losing what was left of his good-natured patience Xander reached behind his back and pulled out his sword. Slashing out Xander was slightly impressed that Johns mostly dodged his attack, he didn’t lose the arm holding onto Xander but got a pretty deep cut. “Don’t touch me.”
They both stood still. Xander with his sword at the merc’s neck, Johns with his gun pointed at Xander’s belly. “Hey!! Hey . . . lets calm down.”
“Calm down.” Xander narrowed his eyes. “I’m not the one that broke my TAIL!!You shit!!!” Xander hissed as he leveled Johns with a death glare.
Johns snorted. “It’s not a big deal, I’ve seen you do that healing thing. Heal yourself!”
“What?! You think you can hurt people and I’ll come a skipping by like some pain healing fairy?! Besides *hiss* I can’t HEAL myself. Kinda like a battery recharging itself, IT don’t WORK!!!”
“Calm down! I just wanted to talk . . .”
“Talk . . . Talk? Fuck off! So you’re a drug whore, go play with your needle! Leave me alone and I’ll leave you to it!”
Johns advanced on Xander the slightly calm look he was wearing gone, replaced with that same glassy anger. Pains be damned Xander raised his tail and released his bone spike, raised it high, ready to use it if needed. Xander hissed. Johns raised his gun, aimed for Xander’s head, hand tensing to pull the trigger. Silence. Then the sound of heavy footsteps broke their weird spell, a hard chest pressed reassuringly against Xander’s back and a solid arm wrapped around him. “What’s this? A party? Without me Johns? I’m hurt!”
Johns glared and looked at Riddick with his arm around the milithre, watched as he pushed the hissing cat behind him. “What the fuck? Get out of here, we’re talking!!”
“Talking?” He said as he stepped around Xander and stood in front of Johns, allowing the gun to press against his chest. “Talking, huh? Anyone join or is this invite only?”
Johns pressed his gun harder against Riddick’s chest. “Thought I told you to find supplies for the ship?”
“That so?” Riddick asked as he grabbed the mussel of the gun and held it tight then force it away from him nearly hitting Johns in the face.
Johns hissed aimed and pulled the trigger. *click* Glaring at the gun Johns pulled the trigger again and again. *click* *click* “What the . . .”
In his hand Riddick held out Johns belt with his ammo, releasing the belt the shells scattered all over the ground. “Didn’t even notice these were gone? Not so badass anymore?” With that said Riddick punched Johns in the gut and bashed him into the side of the building like a child would a doll. Leaving a large bent in the side of the building and Johns on the ground holding his bloodied shattered nose. Grabbing Xander by his arm Riddick dragged him away from the groaning merc.
“What is it with people dragging me about?!” Xander hissed as he pulled away from Riddick and took a step back from the man. Xander looked around, funny different building same scenery.
“Why are you talking to Johns?”
Xander scowled but inwardly he was grinning. The Riddick was jealous!! Funny. “Nothing. We were just chatting.”
Riddick raised a brow. “Weapons out and with his scent on you?”
‘Scent? What scent?!’ Taking a deep breath Xander let the breath out in a little huff. Johns scent was on him, but the scent was no stronger then Fry’s or Imam’s or Shezza’s! Hell Xander still had Zeke’s blood scent lingering. But Johns scent was freshest. “So he touched me, who cares?! It’s not like I was fucking him!!”
Xander took a deep breath, since Riddick was playing the sniffing card Xander would too! He nearly hissed at the strong smell of Fry covering the man! Xander narrowed his eyes. “You were with Fry!!”
Riddick smirked. “So what? Not like I fucked her . . .”
Xander could feel Riddick’s enjoyment at throwing Xander’s angry words right back at him, could feel the mixture of Riddick complex emotion. The man was mad, mad at Xander and enraged at Johns, Xander had little faith in Johns’ continuing existence. Riddick is also amused. He’s amused with this little spat, with the way Xander’s acting, and with Johns dependancy on his gun. Xander can also feel protectiveness and possessiveness, those emotions were directed at him with such force it nearly took his breath. Clearing his throat Xander changed the subject. He didn’t need Riddick mad at him.
“How’d you get the bullets?”
Riddick grinned. “Fucking easy. Gets distracted by anything and everything. Skirts, pills, booze, needles, dicks, guns, boobs, you name it pussycat. Dip-shit was so worried about you telling his dirty little secret . . . took it when he was chatting Fry up by the ship.”
“Why take um? And why give them back?”
“What’s the fun in keeping them?” Xander raised a brow and threaded his fingers over his long braided hair, waiting. Riddick sighed. “Waited for you to follow me when Johns cut me lose, heard him shooting up. *Glare* Then heard you pick then to leave. Asshole’s killed people for less.”
Xander smiled at Riddick’s back as the man walked away from him, embarrassed that he cared about Xander’s well-being. Xander felt a purr vibrate in his chest. Wrapping his hurt tail back around his waist and re-sheathing his sword, Xander decided to stick around for a few minutes. Do a little exploring around the ghost town, find anything useful, check on the baby, watch Riddick move like a stalking cat . . . Maybe he should make a list?
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Climbing up onto one of the buildings Xander followed Riddick as he looked around. He was highly amused with the children. Jack, Ali, and sweet little Davi, following behind Riddick like a pack of spies. Very loud giggling spies, but spies none the less. Xander followed much farther behind and stuck to the roofs. He wasn’t only stalking Riddick, he was looking for things. He was!!! Light for one, things that he could burn, and answers. Why was this place completely empty? Why leave a perfectly good ship in a mountain? Why leave the shuttle? Why, why, why?!
Jumping to the next building with grace Xander landed soundlessly and patted himself on the back for it! He was NOT Xander the goofy of Sunnyhell #2 sidekick . . . not #4 or was that 5? Who knew!? Though even just to himself Xander had to admit his dream world sucked! In your dreams wishes come true and all that crap! That cricket said so!! Jumping to the next building Xander snorted at his own mental wondering. ‘If I ever fall into another coma, I’ll dream about . . .’ Xander let his eyes wonder back to the goggled man. ‘ . . . Stuff. Lots of hot . . . sweaty . . . stuff.’
On the next roof Xander found an old beat up first aid kit, the red cross was faded and it was covered in inches of dust. Finding stairs and a door into the building from the roof Xander opened it and looked into the dark interior. Air is stale and the smell of death strong. Something different is in the building. Digging in his trusty bag he keeps on his shoulder Xander looks for a light. In the bag that Dora had pack for him Xander finds his vid pad, three round container, and a change of clothes. Pulling the vid pad out Xander clicks on the little flashlight. He knows there is something in the building, he can sense it watching him . . . Frowning Xander tried to pinpoint it, but can’t focus on it too well. His empathy works like one trying to hold a wet eel in their hands when he can’t focus. Bitting his lip Xander fingered his silver circlet hidden under his cloth hat. If he took it off he could focus on anyone doing anything with little to no effort. Xander shook his head, who cared what the creatures thought?! Was the risk worth it? The creature was probably no different from the others, just another flesh eater. But this one did feel a little stronger, smarter, and darker. And it gave him chills so icy it felt hot, where as the others so far only creeped him out like any demon would . . .
Taking a step into the building, into the dark, Xander flashed the light about. A table with four plates and silverware, a couple solar panels, some chairs, and toys were laying about. All covered in dust and lost memories. Taking another step in Xander picked up a picture sitting on a counter. A woman with long black hair in a ponytail wearing a tool belt and overalls with her arms around two little boys. Both boys had curly black hair and were holding plastic tools. Touching the picture Xander can feel happiness and love that this family had shared. But the emotions in the picture were faded, dull, and long gone. Xander gently placed the picture back where it belonged, sadness lingering in his mind.
*Ffwoooooooofosh!!* Xander gasped when he felt a rush of air over his head, something had moved behind him. Flashing his light about Xander tried to locate the creature. A cupboard door snapped closed, an empty cup fell off the counter, dust fluttered about . . . Holding his light to his body Xander took in a calming breath. Panic made him sloppy, he couldn’t let himself panic. Panic bad. ‘I’ve faced tougher things! And the open door is only feet from me! Get a hold of yourself Xan-man!!!’
Whether he knew it or not Xander fight or flight instinct forced his senses to heighten, his night vision snapped into place and the room lightened. Everything became clearer, and he could see the grain in the old wooden table, a lone shirt fluttering in one of the windows, and the sharpness of the creatures nails. Crouching by the sofa a large scaled beast, this one was like the others but not, it was the same breed from what Xander could tell, but it was obviously ranked higher in the food chain. Its hammerhead is curved like a bow, its limbs are longer, hell even its teeth seamed sharper.
Now that he knew where it was Xander kept the light pointed in its direction, kept his eyes on it. Reaching out with his empathy Xander tried to connect with the creature’s mind. When he did connect Xander gasped and stepped back toward the light, pulled out his sword, and raised his trusty tail spike for a fight.~ Prey . . . Hissss . . . run food. Huuuuuunt . . . Nourishment.~
This one is ‘definitely’ different. This one is thinking, this one is calm, this one is happily waiting for something to happen. This hammer-headed creature isn’t obsessed with blood and feeding, its like meeting a master vamp after dealing with its minions. Oh Xander knew the hammerhead creature would eat him if Xander gave it the chance . . . But this creature wanted to hunt its meal . . .
Xander frowned. It did want to hunt its meal, but not just for itself. Behind the large lizard Xander could see a dirt-covered nest and in that nest six snot colored eggs. The nest was surrounded by blankets, pillows, broken chairs, and sand. And in the nest with the ugly eggs were bones, full skeletons, human and lizard. Xander was sad to see two small child sized skeletons with clumps of black hair still sticking to the skulls and metal buckles that would have been attached to overalls near the nest. And near the children’s remains adult bones and digging tools, the corpse or corpses ripped apart and left long ago. This beast wanted to hunt and feed her young . . . Xander sighed . . . Why is it always him that finds the bad-assed bloodthirsty females.
Deciding that the demon-lizard-monster needed to be of the died now, Xander was about to go and attack it when a young scream broke out. The shrill cry halted Xander, made him hesitate and turn to look in the direction of the scream. Xander didn’t hear the hammerhead creature move toward him but the hairs on his neck stood up on end and instinct made him turn around and run toward the exit. To the light. Xander felt and heard the air moved over his back as he made it out of the open door, heard the unique sound of something sharp zipping through the air.
On the roof of the medium sized house Xander leaped to a taller larger building next to it, using claws and agile limbs to reach the roof and the skylights that were still opening. In his head Xander was chanting to himself, ‘Get way from the monster . . . Help the little one’. Looking inside the large building Xander watched a swarm of smaller monsters chase Ali in and out of the light, the swarm herding the scared boy toward the dark. And like any frightened child or person in general Ali was running for a way out, a door or something. Xander gasped as he saw Ali run into a dark room and slam the door behind him, sealing him inside with the hungry monsters that followed.
Leaping into the room Xander hoped he was more cat then just the tail and eyes that he can land on his feet and not hurt himself like an idiot. Xander landed with his limbs spread and barely felt the sting of impact. Running for the door Xander ripped it open and grabbed for Ali. The monsters were all over the boy, all nibbling and ripping at his flesh, the smell of blood almost overwhelming Xander’s sensitive nose. With the barely breathing boy held tightly to his chest Xander ran from the light, then hit the dirt. Xander hardly noticed the gun shots, but he did let out a relieved sighed when the doors swung open. The creatures shrieked at the brighter and direct light and flew into the large tunnel hole disappearing into the dark.
Sitting up Xander groaned. He had deep scratches along his back, and the way he had landed on the dirt aggravated his tail injury. Turning Ali about Xander winced at the damage. Ali’s blood covered everything, his clothes, face, the ground, Xander couldn’t tell what was damaged. The boy was a complete mess. One side of his face was pulverized meat. Placing his hands on the boy’s chest and face, where is seamed to be worst, Xander started to heal.
Xander squeezed his eyes shut at the damage he could feel lining the boys body. Shallow bites along the legs, deep gouges on the arms and shoulders, slicing across the cheeks and over the eyes. A lot of damage on the face. Xander winced . . . Ali might never see again.
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Xander met Imam stare with tired eyes. “I’m sorry Imam . . . I’m out of my depth.”
Xander winced as he looked at his patient. “Will he live?” Imam asked.
Looking the older man in the eyes, Xander shrugged. “Would he want too?”
Storming up to Xander, Fry grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him toward the injured. “Heal him!! He’s in pain! You’re supposed to help people!!”
Xander pulled roughly away. “I’m not some magical creature that can wave his hand and make things right, Fry! I’m just a guy! I can’t fix everything! And I’m wiped!! I can’t even heal a paper cut now!” Xander hissed as he held up his hands, his beat up bloody hands. He couldn’t even force them to glow blue, not even faintly.
“So you’ll just leave them all this way? Hurt?” Fry said with frustration in her voice as she stomped away from the milithre, back to her shuttle.
Glaring at the back of Fry’s blond head Xander flipped her off. Collapsing by Oren and Greg, Xander curled around the baby and nuzzled Oren’s soft dark hair, comforting him more then the sleeping infant. Closing his dry eyes Xander took a well-deserved nap. He needed to get part of his energy back, at least enough to keep the others alive. “ I never even learned how to heal right . . . Doing this all by feel.” Xander mumbled to himself as he nodded off.
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