"All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others" ~ George Orwell

Chapter 1

My head hurt enormously and I had now idea why or how it had gotten to that point. With a groan I was able to sit up and discovered that all of my clothes had been removed except for my boxers, leaving me extremely puzzled as to why I was almost in the buff. I looked around me and saw that I was in some sort of cage. My eyes narrowed and I walked over to the bars. I heard a clicking sound and scanned the area around me. I found nothing out of the ordinary, except that I was almost naked and imprisoned. I had just graduated from high school, accepted into West Point Academy for the United States Army, and yet here I was, in some God forsaken cage and I didn't have a damn clue as to why I was being held. My parents perhaps? They were both politicians and my father was in the Senate. I sighed and went back to where I had stood up from and only saw a large matt that was on the floor. How the fuck did I get here? I questioned myself. I heard more clicking and this time when I turned around there was something standing on the other side of the cage. A large something too, I might add. The thing was at least seven feet tall and three hundred pounds of muscle from the look of its stance and extremely broad shoulders. If I had to guess the max height of the being, maybe even seven and a half to eight feet tall. It was wearing some sort of armor and fish netting it looked like. The expressionless mask on its face was what creeped me out the most. The mask was black all the way around and the only thing I found interesting was the skin color, which was green molted with black stripes, and the dread locks that had multiple beads in each of the locks. I opened my mouth to say something but some deeper instinct told me to keep silent as the being opened the cage and entered with a collar and a leash. It chirped at me and then growled with a trill at the ending of it and I only cocked my head at it in confusion. The thing came closer and that's when I realized what was happening, this was a Yautja, a predator! My father had told me about these aliens when I was little and how they hunted humans for their perverse pleasure. They had been all over the news three years ago when they declared Earth was under their protection and their rule. We human beings could go along with our lives as long as we didn't interfere with the hunting rituals and whatever else these monsters demanded.

I had been immersed in my thoughts for so long that I was brought out of them with the sound of metal closing around my neck. I glared up at the alien and sighed in frustration and grief that I would never see my family again. With a tug on the leash, the predator led me out of my cell and out of wherever it was I was being held. I was lead into a hallway where I couldn't see the floor through a swirling mist, only feel it beneath my bare feet. The predator leading me stopped in front of a door after we had been walking for roughly five minutes and the door slid open. It looked like a hospital room or a surgical room to me more precise. The predator led me to a table and then brought one of its massive hands to my throat. I closed my eyes and waited for the strangling or the blood to leave my body, but it never came. Huh? I thought as I heard the sound of the leash coming off. What the hell? The predator then picked me up and placed me on the table and forced me onto my back. It then strapped me down and I realized that I hadn't even struggled. Why? I asked myself. Why did I not struggle?

The sound of the door opening brought my attention back to the present and my situation even more as another predator emerged. This one was shorter than the predator that I'm guessing had captured me and had a slightly redder tint to its flesh tone. The two predators greeted each other and then started talking in clicks and growls. I rolled my eyes and I couldn't take it any more! "Can you at least speak in a language that I can understand?" I demanded angrily.

The conversation stopped and I immediately clamped my mouth shut. Oh shit, what the hell did I just do! I thought in a panic.

The one that had brought me here started to chuckle and it sounded like two rocks grinding together. "Silly ooman, you are now a, ah what is ooman word?" the predator looked at the shorter one in deference.

"Slave," the shorter one said.

"Sei-i, slave," the predator that brought me here said. "You are a slave."

"What am I supposed to do for you?" I asked. "I doubt that being a male I could do much to please you! I don't know how to cook, clean, or any of that stuff!"

"H'ko, but you are strong, sei-i?" the predator asked cocking its head to the side.

"Depends on who you ask," I replied.

The predator chuffed and shook its head in amusement. "Well, male, what is your name?"

"Ben," I replied. "Do I get to know my captors' names?"

"I am Honorable Elder Thei-de'thwei and that is Honorable Healer Lar'ja'thwei," the predator said.

"Oookaayy…" I said. "Why am I strapped down to this table?"

"To implant a translator, so we do not need to speak ooman language."

"Fair enough," I said. "Then what?"

"Then, ooman," Thei-de'thwei said. "You shall fight for honor."

Authors Note:

Please bear with me here people, this is my first attempt at an AvP fan fic. If there are any Beta Readers out there I would welcome them with open arms, especially if they know the Yautja language and customs. I need someone with a better understanding of them than I do.

~ Porter-Fuzz1218