Hey guys! So this is my very first story but god knows how many I have running through my mind. Anyway, I have no idea how this is gonna go but I hope you like it! I am not a die hard fan of the Yautja so don't kill me if things aren't perfect. I do plan to tweek the culture a bit but we'll see.
Any translations will be at the bottom along with any notes and such.
Disclaimer: no, unfortunately I do not own the predators franchise or anything that has to do with it. Imagine if I did? All the human/yautja sex would be happening and then we would all go to hell.
Also, this is M for a reason! So beware the future chapters if that is not your thing! And if it is, :) welcome my filthy minded friends, enjoy.
Chapter 1
An ear shattering scream rang through my ears, startling me awake. I sat up, realizing the blankets that were supposed to be covering my body were all but gone. It was freezing, especially seeing as all I wore was my high-wasted blue panties and a black tank top. What the fuck?
Half of me thought it was from a dream I was having, but then another sounded, this one louder and way more panicked. It was my sister, Jane. I shot out of bed, absently noticing my missing sheets on the floor, and ran into her room which was opposite from mine.
"Jane?" I yelled. I entered her room to see her dangling in the air, her face one of horror and pain. Her hands were wrapped around something, almost like she was being chocked, but nothing was there.
She looked sideways at me, and mouthed one word. Help. I have no idea what the fuck is going on but I couldn't let my sister, even if she was a primadonna bitch who hated me, get hurt while I just stood there.
I sprinted forward and body slammed into what must have been holding her. The thing roared and must have kicked me because the next thing I knew I was flying backwards. My back slammed into Jane's dresser and I moaned as pain exploded along my spine. I looked up at whatever the hell was still holding Jane like a ragdoll and had just launched me across the damn room.
She was a good eight feet in the air, her leggings kicking wildly, hitting nothing but empty oxygen. I could see movement from the thing holding her, but it was more like the image I was seeing wasn't right, it was shifting.
Like staring at the air above an open flame, invisible, but alive. Where the hell were my parents? My father worked at a government laboratory and I can almost guarantee whatever the hell was going on here was his fault.
"Jane, Luna run!" Ah, there they were. Or there my mom was. Well, I would be running, and so would Jane if she wasn't currently having the air chocked out of her by the invisible wonder, who by the way, had kicked me. The fucker.
A low pitched growling started up from said fucker and suddenly, the air shifted and with an odd buzzing sound, the thing-creature showed up.
It was my turn to scream. The creature was seven and some feet tall, covered in thick, tones muscles which was in turn covered in reptilian like skin. The thing had on bulky metal armor that hugged its skin and a fish-net like covering over its entire body.
But the most alarming thing was its head. Apart from being huge, its head was covered in a thick mask but the intensity of its eyes could be felt from within. And its hair, which was more like tubed dreadlocks fell to its middle back.
I shook my head, Jane was turning purple and I was out of time. Oogling giant, mean, and muscles wasn't going to get either of us out of here alive.
I pushed myself up and launched myself on the creature's arm that was holding onto Jane. I wasn't surprised when the thing refused to even budge.
I groaned with frustration as the thing growled again, its head tilting to observe me.
"Hello sir can you please let my fucking sister go!" I screamed at it and kicked out, my foot colliding with its uncovered stomach.
Suddenly, the creature dropped Jane, her body falling onto the ground next to her bed. She was hacking, desperate for air.
Of course this meant that the arm I was hanging off of began to lower, and I not so gracefully fell off. Or so I thought, because the second I felt mid-air take me into free fall, its other clawed hand shot out and gripped my own neck. Are you fucking kidding me?
Jane spent no time getting up and all but sprinting out the door screaming. Thanks girl, I'll just die here, no problem.
But the hand wasn't chocking me like it had Jane, it was just holding me there. I mean, dangling by nothing but my neck wasn't exactly comfortable but it seems I wouldn't be experiencing suffocation just yet.
I kicked again, and the thing grabbed my foot, squeezing the flesh as if testing its texture. The hand pulled me so that my body was pressed against his, was it a him?
As my breasts hit thick pectoral muscles, I guessed yes but who the hell knows? The skin was burning hot and I swear I could smell smoke. Mr. he-thing gave a deep growl and I could feel his body vibrate against mine.
I tried squirming away from him but he tightened his grip and I wet slack, realizing that if I wanted to survive, pissing him off anymore would probably be counterproductive. But my jaw was starting to ache with the effort of holding my body weight and I grimaced. He seemed to notice this because he stepped forward and dropped me. I landed on the bed. Ha, take that Jane, I hope you have a sore ass and no voice tomorrow for leaving me.
My body bounced slightly on the mattress. It was an actual mattress, not like the army cot I slept on. She was their blood daughter, and I was the political stunt adoptee so this made sense. I heard sounds of struggle along with other screams from my make-shift family elsewhere in the house. There must be more of them. What the hell were we going to do, and what did they want?
I wasn't going to get much time to figure that out because as I looked up to stare into the black eyes of the creature's mask, I noticed he held a gun-like weapon in his hand.
"Ki'cte! Ell-osde de'ka dhi-reska ju mei lou-dte kalei." He hissed in a foreign language composing of clicks and growls. Whatever he said, he didn't sound happy. And with a loud click, something ejected from the barrel of the weapon and wrapped around my body. A net.
This time I didn't even bother trying to stay still, but the more I moved, the more the net clutched my body. I groaned in frustration as the creature lifted a hand and before I knew what was happening, he struck the back of my neck, and everything went black.
Yautja Translations
Ki'cte! Ell-osde de'ka dhi-reska ju mei lou-dte kalei - Enough! You are coming with me female (child maker).
