A/N: This is a Predator x Female Human OC, so if that makes you uncomfortable then this story isn't for you. Sorry! I was a little anxious about starting to write this story but I figured that since I started I might as well go for it. I am not really sure how this will go down, meaning this will be quite the adventure for you and me. The beginning will be a little rough but I hope you will hold through with me. Anyway, review so I know what you guys think! Plus reviews and/or PM's make me write faster! Can't wait to see what you guys think! See ya next update!
Fear was rampant in the room as twenty-five women sat huddled in corners, some alone, others in groups. There were murmurs of death and torture. Daisy thought that a ridiculous notion.
They had informed them that this was absolutely necessary unless they wanted destruction. They being the people from the government. Them being the women. Those causing the destruction? An alien race that for some reason wanted the women.
Daisy was finding that the other women constant idiotic murmurs were driving her crazy. It wasn't that they didn't have a right to be frightened, no, it was the fact that they actually thought that they could do anything now. Now that they were thousands of hundreds of miles in space and away from earth.
The shuttle they were on gave a spurt and sputter causing high squeals to echo and further grate on her nerves. Annoying, very annoying.
Daisy's dark almond shaped eyes darted around the room stopping when she spotted a small fragile looking female. She couldn't have been older than twenty with her mud brown mid length hair and bangs covering her eyes. She seemed to be shivering with fear and nervousness.
Daisy couldn't help but pity her. The female was small compared to the other women in the shuttle. The other women were athletic or over weight, but not heavily so. Daisy was among those who were overweight, in fact before being taken from her life she was a prominent plus size model. She adored her body completely and she was confident in her looks, but never arrogant. If anyone dared look down upon because of her excessive curves she would simply stare at them blankly making them look like idiots.
She was self-assured and right now she was sure that there was no getting out of her current situation. Meeting the aliens. This is what distinguished her from the others and that small female cowering in the far corner. Daisy let out a sigh that was a mixture of frustration and nerves. To take her mind off the impending doom she carefully examined her waist length dark brown hair, that when in the sunlight could be mistaken as a murky rouge. Finding no split ends she once again studied the other women.
There was a tallish blond woman who for some reason made her feel as though the girl would be a real bitch. It could have been that she had these icy blue eyes that made it seem as though she didn't have a soul or maybe it was simply the way that she seemed to glare at anything she laid her eyes on. When her ice blue eyes raised to meet Daisy's there was instant dislike glimmering in the cold blue one's.
Shifting her eyes away from the blonde's cold gaze Daisy thought back to her life. It had been quite enjoyable. She had lived with an awesome, supporting, family. Her work had been her favorite thing since all she had to do was model clothes and being a plus size model meant that she had to maintain a weight and shape of someone who was plus size. It was honestly no problem for her. Lately she had been given more jobs and her life had been looking even better.
Should've known that it was too good, she thought darkly to herself.
It had only been yesterday when she had been visited in her nice beach home in sunny southern California. The feds had not been very understanding of her shock, frustration, and anger when they had told her that she had to come with them and leave her life behind. They had sworn that her job and other personal matters would be taken care off since she would never come home. Her frustration had grown when they had refused to tell her why they were taking her. The woman and man in their black suits had very threateningly told her that she had had no choice but to go with them. It was of national priority.
Frustrated to no end on the drive to the nearest government facility she had been frightened when she noticed that when she had tried to lower the window to get some fresh air she couldn't. Freaking out she had tried to open the door to find that it was also locked. The woman had spoken up to tell her that there was no way she could possibly escape.
With her emotions running high she found tears silently pouring down her face. She wiped at them harshly. Finding her weak emotional state anything but helpful she pushed back her feelings and replaced it with a stone look that would have given Medusa's victims a run for their money. The facility that had taken hours to get to, she found that she was unable to study since she had been hustled to a sterile room. Unable to look or notice anything except that this was perhaps a military base since she believed that she had seen a tank.
An ebony colored man walked into the room. He had taken deliberate steps toward the cool metal table that Daisy had sat at when they left her for an unbearably long time. His posture was impeccable. While he took his time walking to her Daisy started to think of something that could have gotten her in so much trouble. Nothing...unless you counted that one time she stole a bible when she was three. If this was what had gotten her in so much trouble then the government really needed to find more important matters to attend to because to tell anybody honestly her three year old self hadn't known what it had been doing by holding on to the bible and she hadn't been told that she had stolen it till she was thirteen! She had always assumed her mother had bought it. When he had finally sat down across from her he stared at her. Then, after about five minutes of silence he spoke. Spoke of an urgent need that had to be taken care of. Something only she could do. He then explained that an alien race had approached earth's leaders and had demanded they hand over some of their women or face immediate destruction.
They had given the humans requirements for the type of women they wanted. It was an ultimatum. And it was indisputable. He had then looked at her straight in the eyes and asked her if she was ready to give her life for her people. She had laughed at him, because really there wasn't much else she could've done. He wasn't really asking her. She was being forced away from her life to be given to a aliens. Aliens! And the people asking her to give up her life couldn't tell her why.
When she had finished laughing they had taken her to another sterile room but this one had been full of doctors who had poked and prodded her, asked her questions. Finding that she was well in the requirements set by the aliens they had yet again rushed her somewhere else. This somewhere, however, happened to be a shuttle that would send her and other women whom they had gathered in the local area. When they had the women packed in they gave one last warning, comply with whatever they asked.
That was how she ended up in her current situation. Daisy looked at the metallic roof of the shuttle as she struggled to fight back a yell of frustration when thinking of her kidnapping. Her thoughts were interrupted when the shuttle sounded as though it was being attached to something, no doubt the mother ship. Or whatever it is that the aliens called their spaceship.
The murmuring grew silent, deathly so. It wasn't until the shuttle door opened that some noise was made and that was only because the shuttle door squeaked. Silence again. Then there was a loud booming voice commanding them to exit the shuttle. It sounded robotic. Daisy secretly hoped that these aliens were really robots curious about studying humans and thought that the women were the smarter of the two sexes and wanted to study them, humanely. That of course was a stupid idea.
After dismounting the shuttle the women were directed to keep going straight until the they found circular patterns on the floor and they were to step one on each. Daisy found one and stepped on it the shaking female from earlier took the one next to her. The rest of the women took their own space.
For seconds, that felt like minutes, there was no command. There was visible twitches of anxious fingers, hands, arms, any limb really. Suddenly the circles the women stood on became illuminated and gasps filled the air, yet no one moved an inch.
"Strip," was the robotic voiced demand.
At first no one did anything but when the voice sounded again the stripping began. It wasn't a strip show. No. Many of the women were shaking as the started to disrobe. Daisy took off her baggy T-shirt and denim shorts, leaving her underwear and bra in place. Looking around she noticed that she was the first one done.
Turning to her left she saw that the shaking female was still shaking. Shaking and still fully clothed. Letting a breath of hot air out of her mouth she motioned for the girl to take her clothes off. The other girl shook her head. Daisy, not wanting to risk being killed because someone was refusing to disrobe glared at the other girl. The girl still refused. Exasperated Daisy left her circle and in two strides came upon the other female and yanked her shirt off. Then she pulled down her sweat pants. The girl was frozen whether in disbelief or embarrassment. Daisy finding her job done she gave the girl a quick nod and stood back on her circle.
The others finished, all in bra and underwear. There was no talking.
"If your light goes off you live, if not you will disposed of." The voice seemed to be colder when it spoke, sending chills down Daisy's spine.
There was absolute silence for a second and then before Daisy could blink her light went off. A sigh of relief escaped her. I live for a little longer, she thought. After her there was a series of other women's lights going off. Then there was five left. Four. Three. Two.
The only light shining was the one next to Daisy. The one that belonged to the cowering female. Time seemed to stop. Daisy looked over to see the girl shaking even more, if it was possible. Hissing at the girl until she looked over Daisy did not know why she was helping her. When her eyes met Daisy's there was fear. Ignoring the look of fear in the girl Daisy straightened her back and gave a blank face as a way to instruct the girl to do the same.
Unsure at first but immediately changing her mind the female did as she was told. Her quaking body froze and her face was impassive. Almost a minute went by before the girl's light also went off. No one would die, not yet at least.
A door to the left opened with the voice commanding them to enter the other room and stand in a single file line. Complying with the voices' demand the women marched orderly to the next room after picking up their clothes to put them back on.
Daisy stood still after she had shrugged back on her loose shirt and shorts.
"Daisy Monte Villa, you have been claimed by honorable Th'vk. Step forward."
Te-who? She thought as she took steps forward. Her back was straight with shoulders back. When she was sure she was a about to hit a wall a door slid open for her. Taking in a deep breath she stepped forward.
Upon sight of huge burly figures Daisy choked back a scream. She froze and it seemed like the room crackled with the tension. These aliens were huge. HUGE. If possible their 'shortest' height in this room seemed to be seven feet. Their tallest? Daisy estimated nine feet. She scrutinized them by looking at they way they dressed. They wore, what she supposed, was a mask over their faces. From the outline of said mask it didn't seem like they had a nose. The mask was made of metal and near the eyes, which themselves gave her chills because of their black soullessness, was a marking. It seemed tribal. Primitive almost. Ha, primitive space traveling aliens, Daisy mused.
Their shoulders had armor placed securely with netting underneath. Their lower half was the same, except for the loin cloth and metal guard around their nether regions. She noticed that their hair seemed to be thick and dread-like. From the build of their bodies she supposed they were all male. Males, just great, Daisy thought sarcastically.
One finally approached her. Compared to the others that simply looked commanding, this one had an aura about him. He stood tall, which honestly was a given, and proud. Instead of speaking he simply seemed to be studying her. There were sounds of clicking and Daisy was sure that it was coming from him. Perhaps it was their language. Not saying anything, that at least she could understand he turned away and started walking. She followed. Why? It honestly was the first thing her instincts told her to do. As she followed him she felt the burning stares of the other aliens.