Emma was still afraid of him, knowing his unexpected reactions and whatsoever.
Who wouldn't? Being in the company of some alien species who could crush you with just his finger.
She still had questions why he had captured her, why he kept her alive. Why did he talk English so well? Why are they hunting humans? What were those black creatures? But she kept quiet, watching him and keeping herself sane. She still had fear running in her system, it ruined whatever sleep she could get.
No doubt he was the leader of the small group, the others always looked at him whenever something happened. Not that it did that much. Whatever had caused him to capture her was beyond words, but she would find out.
Emma was out with friends, they were having fun. Perhaps too much to notice the gunshots going off not far from them. The alcohol did that trick and of course weed, both together made all go into some blissfull space.
It wasn't until somebody came from the bushes that they actually noticed something was wrong. The guy had blood over his entire clothes, making it look suspicious. Brandon and Dave the only guy friends with them immediately burst out laughing, too high to even realize that this was serious. The girls eyed each other carefully, they didn't know what to do. The forest was unknown to Emma, she didn't know her way in here.
But that night she learned.
She ran till she found some dead tree lying on the ground, it had a hole big enough for her to fit in. Hopefully she would be safe in here. She didn't know what was going on, but she didn't stay to find out. Even the others immediately set out running, though all going seperate ways. Perhaps not the most wise decision.
It was the shimmering form what made Emma freeze in fear. She instantly knew that this was the reason why they ran. When it appeared she promptly lost conscious. Only to find herself in her different place the next moment she woke up. Still drowsy because of the alcohol she could make out her surroundings. Her wrists were bound together with some strange rope, and that was secured on some metal thing. It looked weird.
She heard whimpering and crying and immediately recognised the voice. Karen was also here.
Emma could see her although she was bound differently, standing up with ropes tightly bound on her wrists and ankles. She had a cut on her cheek, but other than that she looked fine.
"Karen!"
The sniffing stopped only for a small voice to say her name. She instantly started to cry again.
"It's gonna be alright!" Emma said but knew it was a lie.
But before Karen or Emma could say another thing, 3 shimmering forms entered the camp. Once they turned visible Karen started whimpering again.
Emma could see that one of them was bigger than the other ones, and more muscles. They had some strange looking helmet one. A net covered their body mostly as was the armor on top of it. They all had different skin, strange. The big one was black with red and white spots. The others were brown with green. For some reason he had his vision set on Emma, although she couldn't see his face. Maybe it was the best she didn't, no doubt they would look creepy.
He walked closer to her, every step making her heart beat faster.
Emma snapped and started pulling at the bounds, she even made some whimper kinda noise. A chuckle came from the big one, he was enjoying this.
"Why are you doing this!?" she yelled at him, not really expecting a answer.
"Such big mouth." he responded making her gasp.
"You can talk English?"
"A waste."
"Apparently it isn't a waste for you to kill those innocent people." she snapped, regretting it instantly.
He kicked her, hard enough to make her realize that he was in charge. She sneered and bit her teeth in pain, hoping not to cry in front of them.
"So weak creatures." he said and crouched in front of her, even in that pose he was still bigger than her.
"Why don't you kill me then?"
But before he could respond, the answer was a scream not far from her. Karen being brutally murdered by one of these humanoid creatures. Two blades were sticking out of her chest. They cut the rope and the body flopped to the ground, almost like a potato sack.
"No!" Emma yelled and pulled at the restraints again.
What got Emma the most was the fact that Karen's eyes were wide open, in shock and fear.
"How could you!? Murderes!" Emma screamed.
The big one was quick to silence her by gripping her chin tightly. He cocked his head, probably checking her out.
"Keep that mouth shut, darling."
And with that he let go and left, god knows what he was doing. Emma curled into herself looking the other way. She heard the sharpening of knives, they were skinning the body. It was like a rabbit was skinned for it's fur. Even though that was a terrifying event, she somehow kept herself calm enough to not panic.
The other two predators (or yautja's), Celtic and Falconer. They were in the camp, cleaning their weapons. She didn't even wanna know where the big one was, Berserker. The youngest one, Falconer somehow got closer to her. He told her that they were hunting here, hard meat and humans. She didn't even wanna know what hard meats were. It was a surprise they even gave her food, though it usually was fruit. They once gave her raw meat but she had to explain she couldn't digest it raw, and they weren't in the mood to cook it every time.
When Berserker arrived back at the camp, he growled something to the others who immediately set on packing their stuff.
"What is going on?"
"We are leaving." he said while checking his weapons.
Happiness spread her system, she would go home. Finally! He seemed to sense how her eyes lit up on that.
"You don't understand 'we' do you?"
All blood drained from her face.
What!?
"No! I can't come with you."
"You have seen too much, would you rather be killed instead?"
She started struggling against the bounds again, which made the rope cut into her skin.
"What's gonna happen with me?"
"Who knows.. perhaps testing certain things."
"I am not some mouse to be experimented on!"
He roared making her silent immediately, pleased he let a low purr. She would listen to him. Several minutes later when all was loaded on the ship Berserker walked slowly to was holding something, she didn't see it good which made her suspicious quickly. The bounds prevented her from pulling back much when he pushed the mask over her mouth and nose. She tried not smelling it but it was already too late. Her senses went off and she felt drowsy.
Berserker watched her lazily from his position, probably amused. She slagged to the side and tried to keep her eyes open, hoping that the thing wouldn't work. But her eyes shut without her doing. Berserker acted quick on pulling the bounds off her wrists, growling lowly upon seeing the small cuts in her skin. Celtic had put it too tight. He sneered when his brother's came close to him when he had the female in his arms, he didn't want anyone near him nor his pet.
She was his.
Emma woke up several hours later in a bed, furs laid on top of her. She didn't know what animal they came from nor didn't want to know. She was about to swing her legs over the end of the massive bed until a headache interrupted it all.
A deep chuckle was heard through the room.
"Not funny.." she groaned.
"Shouldn't be so stubborn with eating earlier."
She was about to mimic him until he came rather close to her. His rattling was next to her ear which made her shiver, she was already disgusted by her own body.
"Scared?" warm breath tickled her ear, at least she could withold a moan. For now.
"Hell no."
He grinned or whatever they called grinning. A gasp escaped her when he pushed her flat on her back, hovering above her. He started purring deeper than before, it almost sounded like a lion.
"What do you want?" she tried again.
"Isn't that obvious already, mouse?"
A frown settled her facial expression, the reaction he wanted. She pushed against his arm to let her go.
"I don't need a pet name!" Emma snarled.
Berserker came incredible close on that part, so much that some dreadlocks slid off his shoulder and tickled her collarbone. His warm breath on her throat wasn't doing so much better, her skin shivered.
"You are my pet."
He made it sound so obvious, as if it was an everyday thing. Again she struggled against him, trying to get away from him. He growled on that, a warning which made her stop.
"I don't wanna be here."
Berserker pulled away and decided to sit in front of her instead.
He still had his hand pressed on her stomach, surprisingly he didn't push even more.
"We will eat in the main hall."
"I am not hungry."
He roared in her face, she flinched on that and eyed him with fear. He was so unpredictable.
"I can make you a slave instead, a sex slave on top of that." he hissed next to her ear.
"No.. I will come." she mumbled.
With a satisfied nod he pulled away from her, leaving her alone in the room. Emma curled into herself sniffing sadly. The big question. Where was the main hall?
Emma had just left the room and wandered aimlessly in the corridors. Not too far, she wanted to stay near the room the only thing she knew right now. A sigh escaped, just her luck. If that big brute would actually show her the way that would be great. But help came her way, though she couldn't really call it help. One of his guards showed her the way with a small but still hard push in her lower back, almost making her stumble in the progress. He probably wanted her to fall flat on her face in the dining room with every predator looking at her.
It was obvious she wasn't welcomed here, the disgust was clear in their eyes. The noticable gleam and pride of the human skulls hanging around their hips and chest was also a sign. But she ignored it and went forward to the smirking Berserker. His red eyes seemed to glow from the distance. He lightly tapped the seat next to him and smirked even wider went she frowned. When finally seated with the obvious uncomfortable feeling, a plate with all kind of fruits was put down in front of her. At least he didn't give her the raw meat they were enjoying themselves on, literally ripping pieces off. For some reason Berserker seemed content on watching her, observing her behavior. Making her feel even more out of place.
When their meal was over Berserker literally grabbed her arm and practically dragged her with him back to his quarters. Why he wanted to keep her here was also a question. This went on every day, the same old boring ritual. The same predators who made their disgust of her obvious with every ticking minute. She felt more miserable within the weeks that passed by. If this was how her life would go, she rather be dead.
Berserker surprised her though. While Emma was looking through the big glass outside, watching predators and other odd creatures work on the ships. She felt somebody stand behind her, warmth immediately settled in her muscles. She cursed herself for liking it, cursed him for taking her with him.
Cursing everything.
The days went by as usual.
Berserker went out to do god knows what, and Emma was stuck bored and alone in his quarters.
He wasn't shy to touch her either, at night he pulled her flush against his chest.
"C'mon girl, we have things to do."
This day must be different, he never wanted her with him. He led her to some sort of garage, there stood a bunch of ships ready to go off. Emma noticed a bunch of Yautja's standing at one ship, she figured it must be his.
"What is going on?" she dared to ask, unknown to his nature.
He chuckled for a moment before pushing her towards the entrance of the ship, several Yautja's sniffed at her.
"We are going on a trip." he said after making his way on board.
"To where?"
"So many questions, so little time."
She held back on that, knowing that it will anger him if she asked any more.
The ship was rather big even though it was smaller than the rest. She noticed alot of buttons and some sort of steering wheel? It looked like it at least.
"You best be sitting down, unless you wanna be smacked against the windows." he said and laughed when she frowned.
Like him she sat down on a nearby chair close to his. She didn't wanna be close to him but she had no choice, he was there and he wouldn't go away. Berserker pressed a button and in lighting speed they were off. Of to whatever adventure he had planned, whatever massacre he wanted to do.