Human Or Yautja, It Doesn't Matter.

Chapter Thirteen.

"Morgan, Morgan!" I yelled at my brother trying to get his attention, he snapped his head around in my direction.

I glared and him, suspicious of how he zoomed out, focusing on the pup. "Sorry I zones out and got distracted," I started at my brother for a little longer trying to figure out if he was lying or telling the truth.

I grabbed the pup gently and picked him up, placing him to sit on the bench top of the island. "Would you like to feed him for me?"

"Um...he isn't going to bite or attack me, is he?" I raised my eye brows at his question, surprised he was worried about something so simple. "Why? Scared you won't be able to pull the bitches if you have a bung hand?" I teased him, using his own statement against him, hoping to help him realise how silly he sounded.

"If you want to attract a woman, watch Vikings and get some hairstyle ideas off the show, there's a reason why women watch it."

My brother gave me an odd look as I handed him some fruit. With him not fully understanding what I meant, i raised my eyebrows up and down fast being silly, when he still didn't get it, so I made a stupid growl kind of purr sound at him.

"Freak." My brother stated and threw a piece of banana at me, hitting me in the face, I flinched and my mouth fell open with shock that he had actually got me.

I picked the bit of banana up and climbed over the island, grabbing my brother and pulling him closer to me as he fought against my hold, I laughed and shoved the fruit in his face, smearing on his forehead and dragging it downwards on to his eye, he continued to struggle, almost pulling me off the counter and forcing me to drag it to check and to his nose.

Morgan groaned and forced me away from him with a grunt of disgust. "Now my shirt is dirty!" He began to complain, to which it simply made a pitiful purr like sound. "Your a guy you shouldn't care. Plus if you live in a fruit bowl you shouldnt throw fruit."

The pup made a purr sound back, drawing my brother's attention, Morgan turned back to me and glared for a moment,"What does that even mean!?" He yelled his question in frustration, still annoyed with the dirty shirt situation.

"You know, those who like in glass houses should throw stones?" Silence.
"Shut up, I got it that's all that matters." I pouted in annoyance.

"Stick to snarky comebacks, don't try to be cleaver bub." He placed his hand on my head, teasing me about my failed attempt at trying to be wise.

"Shut up! Eat a bag of dicks!" I slapped his hand away playfully. "Your an ass... Now please feed the pup or he might try to eat your hand." With that said brother looked at the pup with and slightly uncomfortable, and anxious look on his face.

The pup and my brother stared at eachother untill suddenly, the pup let out a loud screeching sound and faking a lung with his mandables flared, startling my brother, Morgan had flinched and leaned backwards away from the pup.

"That wasn't funny." Morgan stated firmly and a bit annoyed, only to then smile a little when the pup clicked back at him. "I think he likes you."

I smiled at my brother while i watched him feed the pup, at the same time started a roast chicken with veges, I pushed the tray into the oven and started to clean up, when the pup then let out a loud screech and growled in displeasure, I turned around just as a loud banging started at the door. "Open up! Morgan I know your in there!"

A very unhappy, angry voice of woman yelled demands to the front door as she mentioned my brother by name. "What the fuck have you done now!?" I looked to my brother accusingly, expecting the worst from my man child older brother.

"I don't know!" He complained as he twisted and tied off the packet of salmon, I picked the pup as he continued to growl and screech.

I tried to hush him as I ducked down behind the island, opening up the cupboard and placing him inside, "ssh," I hushed his softly to encourage him to stop, once he when silent I shut the door, leaving him inside.

"Stay there, I'll be back." I stood up and ran to the front door, following the yelling voice. "What the fuck are you doing here!? Who are you with!?" I stepped out into the hallway and found a lady no older than my brother, yellinh at him in the door way, she had dark brown hair and light brown eyes, with lighter skin than myself.

"Who is this slut! You left me behind to be with some rich bitch." My mouth fell open and my anger flared, "bitch? Slut? I'm his sister!" I had my hands tightened into fists, as I glared at her.

"What did you practice that to make it convincing!?" She pushed her way passed my brother, not giving him a chance to stop her, I backed up a little to get away from the crazy bitch.

"Back off." I warned her with a slight growl in my voice and stared her down while she pushed on towards me, instinctively I side stepped and blocked the doorway to the open floorplan kitchen.

Making myself a barrier between her and the Yautja pup, she stared down her nose at me with a smug look in her fake made up face. "He left me for a frumpy mess like you, have you ever been on a diet or stepped foot in a gym?"

"I'm his sister you stupid bitch, or has all that cakey, chemical laced makeup seeped into your brain. Or perhaps the layers of eyeliner and mascara has rendered you blind." Her hand lefted up and came towards my face, only she stopped the instant a metallic click of a guns hammer was pulled back.

I pressed the barrel of my gun against her abdomen, right where I knew I would miss her vitals. But of course a stupid bimbo like her wouldn't know, she would be more worried about a scar than the pain or possibly dying.

I watched her eyes widen while looking down at me with shock, and then fear climbing it's way into her mind, she fought against her shaking nerves while raising her hands.

"BANG!"