I had all bets on Willis not surviving a day in the pyramid. Willis acts as if the cigarettes are his livelihood to do anything at all. I would not be surprised if he were to die.

"Give me the backpack,Willis." I said. "It will be best for your health."

Willis straightens himself while puffing a ring of smoke in my way while wearing a angry frown.

"I have been smoking since I was sixteen years old!" Willis said. I did not understand why Willis is still physically fine for smoking that long. "Smoke hasn't made me lose my strength, so if you think I am slacking; you're wrong." Willis is raving on about it. "I am in control of my smoking."

"But what about now?" I ask.

"This is very stressful," Willis said, waving his burning cigarette glowing a light orange in the darkness. "First we lose Miss Knowy, Blaine, Wilson, and then Fred who appeared out of no where!" Some flickers of the cigarette burning tip fell to the stones. "Now we're the only ones in this maze searching for the Yautjas."

"Yautja is plural and singular." I said.

"Predators has less confusion with that word." Willis said.

"That it does," I said.

"I wish these amazon lizard people had cell phone service and phone numbers." Willis said.

Fortunately I am very familiar to the subject around phone numbers as one family in the foster system, that I had been around,had all the variations of cell phones starting from the big ones to the most current phones. It made me wonder if they are a family of time travelers who decided to live out their lives in this current era of Midgard.

"Trust me, you wouldn't." I said. "If they were able to call humans; all the humans would be hearing is grunts, growls,whines,clicks, and animal sounds."

"So you were around one for quite some time," Willis said, walking right past me. "Hah, Emily is a terrible liar." I see Willis lighted burning cigarette tip in the dark going up and down. "What is next? Emily being a vampire who lives on forever?"

"No," I said. "I would have known if Emily were."

"And you?" Willis asks.

"Not a vampire," I said. "Just a gifted royal heir."

"Right," Willis said, as I follow him. "You did your family tree on Ancestry; obviously." Willis loudly laughs. "Hell I am related to one of the most historical men in American history."

I realize Willis is taking my comment as a grain of sand.

But the part I do not understand is Willis still going on about the vampires.

Some of the holes seen along the walls had bodies with their faces covered by a hand creature. A face hugging creature similar to the one back in the sacrificial chamber. In many of these bodies is an undeniable pattern of holes in their chests. But what did these facehuggers come out of to surprise their victims then make it their host.

Sacrificial Maidens, facehugging creatures, and Exenomorphs.

The Exenomorphs start out as chestbusters and grow over time to their very lethal height.

I came to an conclusion that the facehuggers came out of eggs.

I found it rather difficult to picture a alien hand to be born the usual way.

The slightest of all sounds echoes in the hall.

I stop in my tracks then look over my shoulder, warily, just taking my attention of Willis for a split second.

"Hey!" Willis shouts. "No one burns off my cigarette, except me!"

Next came the painful screech of an animal so I turn back to see Willis had relighted another cigarette and is forcefully pressing it into the forehead area of the Exenomorph. Willis made five smoke marks into the Exenomorphs skull making the shape of a star. The Exenomorph steps back screeching as the heating steams float off.

Willis takes out the plasma gun and started smacking the Exenomorph with it.

I learned that day; never mess with a smoker's cigarette.

The Exenomorph flees.

"I am not done with you!" Willis shouts, dropping the backpack then ran after the Exenomorph.

The backpack is lain on the floor that has one plasma weapon stuck out among all the unneeded items. The shapes of long narrow heads is evident in the pool of light made by the square hole right above. I reach my hand out towards the bag but then something yanks it out of my reach right into the darkness, however I did not see what had grabbed the backpack. I duck a apparent strike from one of the Exenomorphs hidden along the walls to the left right across the adjoining wall. I take out the pocket gun, slip my fingers around the trigger, and bend my index finger around the metal slip pressing it forwards while aiming the gun right at the opposing Exenomorph.

The bullet flew out followed by a loud boom and embedded itself right into the forehead of the Exenomorph.

I did it again but there is a small click and the sound of metal jamming.

"Why must you not work now?" I shout at the gun slipping open the barrel to find one bullet left inside. "Why six rounds is not enough to go around out and about."

Why must guns be this way?

Probably to make it sooner that someone has to reload the gun.

I slide the barrel back inside the gun thinking the Yautja just took the backpack.

I may need to try some freezing on the Exenomorphs.

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I am cornered by an Exenomorph,without a weapon, but contemplating how to murder it.Drool fell out of the Exenomorph's mouth while approaching me slowly and calculatedly. Someone else is in the hall not just me and this Exenomorph. The bootsteps sound hard and rough. Could it be Wilson?

"Loki!" Came Emily's voice. "Catch!"

I look over towards the source of Emily's voice only to catch a long unique with branch like connections with sharp flat armor on both sides acting as wings for to help aim correctly. The weapon has a sharp tip in the shape of a drill. I see Emily pressing her left hand along the wall helping her stand. In Emily's right hand is a weapon quite similar to the one thrown towards me.

I jab the weapon into the Exenomorph's chest then shove the Exenomorph forwards as it wailed swinging its head back and forth. The hall began to change without the smallest of warnings.I look over towards where Emily was but instead of a passage there is a concrete wall. The Pyramid had its ridiculous moments to change.

I look back towards the deceased Exenomorph laid on the changing titles.

I yank out the weapon forcefully.

I step on the small moving square titles watching everything that had been collected over the years in the pyramid be moved in the change. A flashlight rolls down the side corner until two fields of flooring sealed right over the flashlight into a never ending darkness it will run out of batteries. Batteries did not last long being left on all night in the dark; I learned this lesson when hiding out in the basement of a foster parent.

I came to a stop in a room and the pyramid had stopped changing.

At the end of the room--near to the next doorway--stood a 7 feet tall Yautja.

I shake the weapon sideways then hear the stick click; it's long fierce appearance slid in, the stick out armor folded back into the sides, and the drill part became a triangle lid similar to school glue lids. I held the dangerless item held in my hand.

"See?" I said. "I am not here to fight you."

The red light coming out of the shoulder weapon turns off.

The Yautja tilts its head to the side approaching me and then straightens it.

Clicks came from the Yautja that I noticed had a scar in the middle of it's helmet.

"I do not understand your language," I said, as the Yautja stops a foot away from me. "But what I do understand is you are on a rite of passage." The Yautja points to the weapon. "This?" I held the dangerless weapon up. "I had a associate toss it to me."

"Associate." The Yautja's helmet repeated my voice.

"Yes, an associate." I said.

The Yautja looks over my shoulder and then back to me.

"Associate?" The helmet translates.

I never had a conversation likes this between a Yautja. The helmet is doing the speaking for this one.

"The field changed," I said. "After I killed one of the Exenomorphs." I saw the body of a Exenomorph across from the Yautja. "What about your associates?"

The Yautja takes out three little sticks and made a play out of it.

Two sticks went left and the other lone stick went to the right direction. The left two sticks met up with a hulk of Exenomorphs. In the crossfire the two sticks get separated so I came to realize those two sticks are probably the ones in the similar entrance hall where the Exenomorphs attacked. The Yautja puts away the first left stick and drops the other.

Now the Yautja still held the third right stick.

The Yautja points off to the Exenomorph's body using the third right stick and holds up two fingers.

"You killed two." I said.

The Yautja nods.

"That is quite impressive," I said as the Yautja picks up the third stick and puts it away. "I killed two."

The Yautja stares at me.

"Two?" The Yautja asks.

"Yes, two." I said.

The Yautja drags out a slab of rock with five sliced in half face huggers.

"That's very nice," I said. "But I have not killed any of those."

The Yautja laughs shaking his head.

"Haha," I said, mockingly. "Very funny but there's quite a serious issue when you steal a backpack and leave me with a gun that has only two rounds left inside of it."

"Gun?" The Yautja asks.

"I have one round left." I said.

"Round?" The Yautja said.

"I found out by checking the barrel." I said.

The Yautja held four fingers up then balled up the other hand. He made the four fingers walk over to the fist. The fist is held up in a position similar to an egg. I raise up an eyebrow.

"Egg chamber?" I guess.

The Yautja nods.

"Why would I go to a egg chamber?" I ask.

"Associates." The Yautja said.