It came from Space (For Thomas_III)

[Sassy_World900]

He saw the shotgun, but had no idea what it really was. He just assume that it was something that he used to walk around like a walking stick or something. He was even listening to him as he told him that it was dangerous to point them at others and might poke out his eye. "Is he serious?! How dare he talks to me as though I am some fool!" he thought to himself. As he glares at him. "I don't know what a 'mother' or a 'father is, but I don't need one. And I can handle it just fine and-hey!" he yells. As he took his weapon. "Hey that's mine! Give it back." he demanded.

Letting out a yelp when he picked him and set him to his feet. When asked if he was alright. He poutes and crosses his arms. Letting out a little hiss of pain when his scraped arms rubbed against the other one. "Of course I am. I am an all mighty warrior after all. Train to conquer worlds such as this. Now I order you to hand me my laser." he orders and tries to get the gun himself.

[Thomas_III]

Russ lightly swats the boy's hands away, thinking that it would probably be best if he held onto the boy's toy until he took him home. The child seemed really rambunctious, and he didn't want anyone to get hurt.


“You'll get it back after I've taken you to your folks. Now, do you live around here, or maybe your family is out here camping? If you can tell me where I can find your parents, I'll take you back to them right now.”


He sets the safety on the shotgun, not wanting to risk it going off while he was trying to get the boy under control.

[Sassy_World900]

He pouted, puff out his cheeks and growled. Stomping his foot on the ground, throwing a mini tantrum. For this human was annoying him. That and he had just swatted his hand away from his weapon. "Fool! You shall pay for treating me in such a way." he warns him. Pointing his finger right at him. For once he had his laser back, he was going to blast him. He lost his chance to live.

When he asked him if he lived nearby or if his family was out here camping somewhere. He rolled his eyes and he grunted. "Are you stupid of having hearing troubles? I don't have a family. I am all alone. Just me, myself and I." he tells him. As he got into a fighting stand. "Now you filthy human. I have shown you mercy a few times, but you had lost them. Now you shall suffer under my wrath. Your end is here!" he yells and comes right at him.

He charages at full speed and kicked him in the gut. From to look of it, you think it would really hurt, but there was hardly any power behind the kick. The he starts to punch him in the stomach. But he only had the strength that of a child. So it hardly do any damage on Russell. He screamed and shout the same things over and over. Saying that he will slay him and enslave every last human and that he will become the new ruler. But after a minutes. He was getting tuckered out and was panting. It wasn't long before he stopped and fell to his knee. "Damn it! Why won't you go down?! I am an all mighty warrior!"

[Thomas_III]

Russ waits patiently for the boy to tire himself out, knowing that his temper tantrum would quickly wear out his energy to keep putting up resistance. He would have scolded the boy for hitting, but the boy's blows weren't strong enough to take seriously. At one point, he smiles softly at the child's perseverance, feeling sorry for the boy as he exhausts himself in pointless activity.


“Now, I hope that you've gotten that out of your system, young man. If your parents aren't around here, I guess that I'll just have to take you home with me until I can figure out who to take you to. They have a group home a couple of counties over, I suppose, but that's hardly the place for a boy like you. Little thing like you would get picked on by the bigger kids too much. I'll just let you stay with me until I track down your folks.”


He reaches down and puts an arm underneath the boy's waist, lifting him up and carrying him over his shoulder. Turning back to Cletus, he kneels down and shakes the old dog.


“Come on, old boy. You don't have time to be taking naps in the middle of the desert. You can sleep all that you want when we get home.”

[Sassy_World900]

The alien being was trying to catch his breath as the older human being was talking to him. Saying that until he figures out what to do with him. He will still with him at his place. He looks up at him with shock. Even though he he had threaten him and blast him with his gun, he was still showing mercy to him. Right now, he could not fight him. "I should of rest before attacking. Space traveling is very difficult. It had travel at warp speed. Only taking me months to arrive. I made such a foolish mistake." he scolded himself. Thinking this can't getany worse. Boy was he wrong.

His eyes widen and let out a little squeal. Being thrown over the others shoulder. Like a sack of potatoes. "Ah! Unhand me!" he commanded. Lightly squirming. For he was really running low on energy. "You are lucky that I am weak at the moment or you would be dust." he tells him with a pout on his face. Hearing him trying to wake up the dog. A smirk appeared on his face and chuckles. "Your 'Cle-tas' won't be waking up anytime soon. Not after all the gas I give to him." he said in a cocky manner. "Yes, that thing was no match for the all might me!" he said and let out an evil sounding laugh.

[Thomas_III]

Russ sighs and stands, carrying the boy back over to his jeep. Opening the passenger side door, he sets the boy down in the seat and starts to buckle him up so he'd be safe and stay still for the ride back to his place.


“Cletus always has gas. He'd stink up my jeep if I didn't keep the windows down. Now, you sit here and be a good boy while I load him up in the back and get him comfy. He's an old dog, and I guess he just doesn't have the energy of a young pup, anymore.”


He then returns to where his dog is laying in the dirt, kneeling down to gently cradle the dog in his arms and carry him to the back of the jeep. He lays the animal down on an old blanket and then moves back to the driver's seat.

[Sassy_World900]

When he saw the truck. The stranger from a different planet stared at it with wonder. For he had never seen anything like it before. To him, he thought it was a different kind of spaceship. But once he was strapped into the car. He got a little nervous. There were seat belts in UFO, but that were made it a odd metallic ooze. That forms itself around him before take off and vanishes when the ship if shut off. So he lightly struggled to get himself out. Having no idea how it get out.

When Russ said that the dog always had gas. He pouted. "What is with this human. Why does he not fear me? It like he doesn't believe that I am a serious threat. He mocks my weapon and called it a 'toy'. Sure that means stupid in earthling. He is clever, but I am far more smarter." he said to himself. Hearing that he had to stay in the car like a 'good boy'. He looks at him with confusion in his eyes. "Boy? I am not a boy, I am a warrior." he corrects him. Before he left.

While he was away he continued to fight with the seat belt. He tried to get of off on his own, but that was not working. Then he tried his remote, but it was not working. For it had ran out of energy. "Darn it! Curse this planet and having no sun. I have to wait for it to come out to charge the dang thing." he said to himself and pouts. Kicking the radio. That when he notice that and thought that he can use it to contact his people. So he starts to mess with it. Paying no mind that the human was back. He continued to press the buttons and turn the knobs. "Argh! what's the matter with the commutator?!" he growled and pouts. Punching it and leans back in his seat. Looking a little grumpy.

[Thomas_III]

“Young man, don't mistreat other people's things. Kicking my radio like that could break it, and I don't think that your parents would appreciate having to pay for it when we meet back up with them. Now, you may be a guest, but if you keep kicking and punching my things, I'm going to have to give you a good dose of discipline to teach you some manners.”


Russ turns on the radio and starts tuning through the stations, trying to find something that the boy might like. This far out from town, he could only get AM stations, though, but he was able to find a Disney radio program that he thought the boy might like to listen to.


“There. You just listen quietly while I drive, and we'll be at my place before you know it.”

[Sassy_World900]

He glares at him as the human told him not to kick his radio or else he would punish him. He pouted some more and let out a grunt. "Again with the parents. I don't have any. What's great about them anyway?" he asked. "Are they are a good source of income. How much do they sell in a market. From the way to talk about them. You could trade them for a high volt VK-450 laser cannon?" he said. Looking out of the window and up at the sky.

Until he he heard noise coming from the radio. He sat back up and lean forwards towards it. "Hey it;s working." he said with shock in his voice. "Interesting. You humans have commutators that fan read the finger print of it's user." he said. "Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?" he asked. While poking at it. "If you can here me. I demand to speak to your leader. For I am here to take over this world." he said, speaking loudly at it. When it seemed that he was being ignored by the singers. He got mad and hots the radio again. "How dare you ignore your new leader. I shall see to it that you will will suffer for the rest of your useless life!"

[Thomas_III]

With a sigh, Russ starts to pull the jeep off to the side of the deserted road.


“Alright, young man, I've given you enough chances to behave yourself and do as you're told. I'd rather have to explain to your parents why I disciplined their child than why they have to dish out a couple hundred bucks because of their child's behavior.”


Stopping along the shoulder, he hops out of the jeep and walks briskly around the vehicle to the boy's door. He opens it and reaches in, taking the boy by the hand as he unfastens the seat belt from around him. He then pulls the boy out of the car.


“It's cute that you have such an active imagination, but enough is enough. I'm sorry, son, but this is for your own good.”


Sitting down on the steprail, he unceremoniously lays the boy across his legs with his bottom in the air.