Thank you to anyone who would read this. I want to start off by saying I try very hard to not make my ocs mary-sues and make them fit into the universe I write them into. If ever you, as the reader, feel that my character has gone mary sue on you, I humbly request that you tell me, and point out exactly where they have stepped into sue-dom.
Secondly, I am no expert of the Yautja culture or their back story. Most of what I know is from forums, fan fiction, and what little hints I get from the movie. If ever you feel I have horribly skewed them or their culture, please tell me and offer corrections.
Thirdly, I own nothing but the plot and any ocs I use. All rights belong to respective owners.
Thank you again and I hope you enjoy.
Today was the day she would say her final goodbye to her parents. At the tender age of nine, Chela had found herself orphaned because of a car crash. At least, that was what her aunt had said that morning when she shoved a new, black dress into Chela's hands. A dress that the young girl now stood awkwardly in, as she tried to understand how to say goodbye to wooden boxes.
She knew vaguely in some part of her mind that her parents were in the boxes. Yet she wondered why they weren't open like her grandmother's had been some years ago.
Her grandma had died in a car crash too.
At least that was what her aunt said.
Hands settled on her shoulders, and Chela looked out of the corner of her eye to see bright red nails. Her aunt tightened her hold, those bright, bright nails digging into the new, black dress.
People walked by them both, murmuring apologies and condolences, stroking Chela's hair and face, shaking their heads in pity, whispering to her aunt how brave she was. When they said that, he aunt would sniffle, batting her eyelashes and patting Chela's head. Never did she cry, or even look sad.
Not that Chela expected her to.
Eventually, everyone moved outside where the boxes, with her parents inside, would be buried. People cried like it was a contest on who could look the saddest. Chela held back a small grin, knowing her aunt would be last in that contest. The girl watch as the woman smiled behind her dark veil, a satisfied light in her eyes. She continued to hold Chela's shoulders, nails digging in even deeper with every moment.
Despite the sting, the little girl said nothing.
She knew he aunt was up to something.
After all, she had been out with both her parents and her grandmother when their cars crashed.
The slap Chela received as soon as they had arrived home from the funeral was wholly unexpected. It made her teeth chatter painfully, especially her fangs, and she fought to ignore the copper penny feeling of tasting her own blood.
Her eyesight went for a moment, before her gaze cleared and settled on her aunt's furious face. Disgust twisted her features and Chela knew her eyes had gone silted, the clearest sign of her mixed heritage. Her aunt looked down on alien mixes of any sort, developing a superiority complex that many pure humans had.
The fact her own sister had married a mix-blood and her mother had accepted him just made the complex turn into pure hate.
Hate that now was fully directed at young Chela.
Her aunt slapped her again, and the girl was thrown to the floor with the force.
"Disgusting little creature! Alien mutt!"
Each of her aunt's words had been accented with a kick to Chela's exposed ribs, and the girl winced at a tell tale crack. She watched as her aunt reared back for another kick, and with reflexes blessed by alien blood, she caught her aunt's foot, biting into her calf till she tasted more pennies on her tongue.
Her aunt screamed, flinging her leg wildly and striking at the girl's tiny frame. When Chela could take the blows no more, she released her aunt's leg, curling into a ball to try to block out the pain.
Her aunt huffed and panted, her features distorted into something ugly. She eventually caught her breath; fixing her hair back into the sleek bun she had styled it into for the funeral.
Chela counted each step she took until she was out of the room before making an effort to move. Carefully, she limped to her bed, falling into the fluffed pillows and cool sheets with a pained sob. Tears fell from her eyes, no longer silted and now a pale pale blue, making the little girl wish that her mother was there to wipe them away.
Still sobbing quietly to herself, she slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
She woke to voices. One she immediately recognized as her aunt's, despite how low and hissed it was. The other was male, and from the way he talked fast and chopped, he was panicking.
"You said she was older! She's just a child!" The male shouted out, and Chela fought a wince at what the loud voice did to her aching head.
Her aunt let out a short growl, very convincing for being pure human. "It doesn't matter. I've already paid you to take her to that island. If you back out now, I'll have your worthless hide sent in her place!"
The male huffed, agitated. "If the Yautja don't kill her, the criminals will. Why would you wish that on a child?
"She's not a child," Chela could feel the disdain that was directed at her from her aunt's gaze; "She's a monster."
The male gave then, and the little girl found herself being lifted, her slowly healing ribs protesting and causing even more pain. She wanted to fight, to claw out her aunt's eyes, bite through this male's arm, and run…
But despite what her mind wanted, her body began to fall back into darkness.
At least she'll see her parents again…
I hope its ok…
And I know so far it's pretty sucky… but this chapter is just set up.
Well despite that I hope you enjoy.