You re in Big Trouble Mister

Rachel comes down to the cellar a while later and sits heavily on the bottom steps, her head in her hands. I drop down in front of her, squatting. She exudes depression and refuses to look at me.

I twist my upper body around and slide my face upside down between her knees and hiss. She brings a leg over me and sits sideways on the step.

"Don't try to charm your way out of this. You're in big trouble, mister. I was wondering where you got the fuel to get so damned big so fast. You can't just go around eating the neighbor's dogs," she shoots a threatening glance at me, "or the neighbors either, for that matter!"

Rachel finally turns her body to face me, clear fluid running from her eyes.

"You can't risk hunting down anything, do you hear me? You might be seen! They might try and catch you! I know you, Raul my love. If they try and catch you, you'll defend yourself, and then where will you be? The army will come and they'll gun you down like some monster in a movie!"

Her aura is bright with horror at the thought, and her respiration has become uneven.

"Oh Baby, I don't know what I'd do if they hurt you!"

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From Chapter 2 of the Fanfic, "Raul" , which starts here: [link]

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Sketched in graphite whilst waiting 11 hours for my car to be worked on. Yes, I sketched more. Cleaned up and colored using my dinpsaur, Photoshop 6.


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Xenomorph aliens are the sole property of 20th Century Fox, and I make no claims regarding them. However, Raul and Rachel are my OCs, and I ask you respect my rights regarding them.