Author's Note: Please be kind on reviews. I have not read AvP! I've only watched it (about a million times) and looked up some info on it. So I hope you like it!
New Destiny
CH. 1- Jaslene & Celtic
It was a calm day in a quiet country house, when a phone rang.
"Hello?" said a girl of about 20 years old. The sunlight glimmered through the kitchen window, shinning on her golden hair. Her green eyes had a softness to them. And she wore very causal clothes (jeans and a tank top) which had paint blotches on them. Her glasses were at the tip of her nose and she had two pencils holding up her hair loosely and a pen behind her ear. She looked back to her desk eager to return to it where her lap top, paper, pens, pencils (of all colors), and paints were waiting. Calling her back to her work.
"Hello, Jaslene." said the voice of Charles Weyland.
"I'll get my mom." she replied. He rarely called, but when he did he called to talk to her mother or older brother.
"Don't bother." he said. "I called to talk to you. So how was your trip?"
"Which one?" she said kind of snippy. He felt guilty that he didn't know which one to ask about.
"Both." he said.
"They were nice." she replied.
"You know, I wish you had stopped by to see me when you were in California." he said.
"I was very busy." she quickly snapped.
"I know, I know. As an artist should be. What are you working on now?"
"My book."
"Well, would you mind putting it aside-"
"I need to finish it."
"But I need a photographer for just a little while. You really work magic with that lap top and camera of yours. And it will be a free trip, with payed work. Please do this for me? I am your grandfather for heaven's sake."
"Fine!" she sighed. "When do I leave?"
All of a sudden she heard a chopper over the house. She looked out the window and watched it land in a bold spot in the yard.
"See you soon." Mr. Weyland said.
On a Yautja ship nearing Earth, a male predator stood looking at the globe through the window. His name was Celtic. He was smaller than most so he was seen as a lesser warrior. He didn't care though. He had always been ridiculed for his softer personality and his less horrid appearance. His older brother, Scar, came up.
"Father said you can wait till the next hunt." he said in their language.
"I know." Celtic replied. "But I've made my decision. I've passed the trials so I will go. Anyways I have a feeling you're going to need me."
They laughed at that. Scar never need Celtic. He was thankful that Scar even excepted. Scar's support strengthened him. They stood there for a moment.
"We're killing the left over humans." said Scar.
"What if they're women?!" snapped Celtic. He felt it was wrong to killed someone unarmed or a women.
"We have to." said Scar. "They'll know too much."
"Then we'll just keep them." said Celtic brilliantly. Scar laughed at the absurd statement.
"No." he said to Celtic.
"Just one?" Celtic asked. "I'm sure they're good for something."
"Bate." said Scar. "They are not pets!"
"They could be."
"No."
"Slaves?"
"No."
"Assistance?" Scar looked at him oddly.
"No."
"I'll prove you wrong." said Celtic. "I'm going to find one that will make you you change your mind."
"Just my mind?"
"Well, it's going to start with your mind, travel to father's, then infect every Yautja. Then pretty soon they'll all want pet humans."
Scar stood there for a moment in a haze of emotions. Disbelief, humor, and confusion.
"Okay." he said finally. He patted his brother on the shoulder. "Good luck with that."
Then he walked away.
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