Chapter 3: Ambush

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down to see where her 'prisoner' had shot at her. There was no pain, which meant…

"Hey there sunshine, how are you feeling?" Cam said as he entered the bedroom. He was holding a tray of what looked like food and a bowl full of water. "Are you in any pain?" He asked as he placed the tray on the bedside table next to her.

"Why do you care?" She wasn't responding the way he had hoped but at least she was alive and responding. She looked up and saw that her hands had been bound with rope to the top of the bed and when she tried moving her legs she had seen that they had also been bound together and secured to the bottom of the bed.

"Look I just want to know how I got on this planet, and a way off of it and where the hell are my friends?" Mitchell was starting to get impatient, he really just wanted to get home and crawl in bed because he felt like crap. "So please just tell me."

"Why should I believe you? You could have been sent to kill me for all I know." She looked directly into his eyes and he into hers and what Mitchell saw was pure hatred. She moved her wrists around trying to break free.

"You can't get out." Mitchell spoke as he sat on the bed next to her and started to lift her top up.

"What are you doing?" She demanded and she tried again to free her self of her restraints.

"Checking your wound." He said as he finished lifting up her top just enough to see the bandage he had placed there. "I need to change it." He stated as he untied the knot and lifted it up he saw that there was no longer a wound or any indication of one either. He looked up at her in surprise 'no one ever healed that fast unless they had a snake in their head.' Mitchell thought has he planned his next move. "What are you? You're completely healed."

"I know, and by the way I don't have a snake in my head." She said as pulled really hard on the rope and it broke into its tiny threads and sat up straight and punched the unsuspecting Mitchell to the ground.

Taken by her surprise attack, and momentarily confused, she untied the rope binding her legs together and placed it around Mitchell's neck and started choking him.

"Your name?" She asked in a gentle voice. "I told you I was going to interrogate you. So please just answer my questions and then we can talk about getting off of this planet."

"Cameron Mitchell, I'm from Earth." Mitchell choked out as he raised his hands up trying to loosen the grip of the rope around his neck, but her hold on it was incredible. "Who are you? Where are you from?"

"People don't call me anything, I'm am nothing. I am from nowhere." She looked down with a sad face, like she was contemplating something. "You are a monster, you should not exist… that was what I have been told… I am to live by this… till the day I die…."

Her hold on Mitchell weakened and she relaxed withdrawing the rope from his neck she threw it on the hard-woodened floor.

"Who told you that?" Mitchell wasn't sure if he should believe the woman sitting on the bed, but she had released him and it was better than being strangled.

"My master… He took me in when no one else would, that is why I serve him, because I owe it to him." Her voice softened as she stood up and reached for her gun and the P-90.

"You could always just leave, how long have you served him?" Mitchell was surprised when she tossed him his P-90.

"For as long as I can remember, two, long glorious years." She interrupted him with sadness in her tone. "I…" She walked towards the window and stared out of it. "Looks like we have company." She stated and pointed towards the tree line of the forest.

"We now you are in there! Come out right now!" A male voice from outside shouted.

"Look I need your help, if we don't work together then who knows what will happen." Mitchell said standing up and gathering his things. "The armour is done for." He sighed this day keeps getting better and better.

When he turned round he saw the woman standing and she looked stunning in the sun light, that outfit fit her in all the right ways. He hadn't noticed before what she was wearing or how she looked, but now he had a proper glance, her black long sleeved top tightened nicely around her chest and her black trousers just looked spectacular around her ass and legs.

"Do not dare to ignore us or try to escape, we have you vastly outnumbered! Surrender and we may spare your lives!" The male voice shouted from outside again, although this time he sounded a little closer.

As she headed towards the door she drew out two sharp knifes from her boots. She reached for the door. Pulling it open she went out into the main room.

Mitchell followed her in silence, zipping up his vest and clipping on his P-90 so that he couldn't be easily disarmed again. When he closed the bedroom door, he reloaded his P-90. "You still don't have a name." He paused thinking of a good name, he knew the perfect one. "I have decided to name you Claire." He announced.

"Claire? I like it, it sounds nice, but don't forget when this is over we are enemies." She said as she sat on the woodened floor and closed her eyes. "There are fifteen of them, heavily armed with staff weapons." She opened her eyes again and swung her knifes round so the tip of the blades were facing behind her.

"How do you know that?" Mitchell was most certainly confused. "By the way how did you know I thought that you had a snake in your head?" Remembering that she said it straight after he had thought it.

"I can read minds, enhanced senses and other abilities that I am not fully aware of." She came into his personal space and smiled at him seductively before backing away.

"Not to mention, super speed and strength." Mitchell finished for her remembering when she had showed off her powers, when they were firing at each other and when she was restrained.

"If you don't come out here in the next minute we will burn this house to the ground!" The same male voice once again shouted from outside.

Opening the front door slowly, dashing out the house they split up, Cam went left and Claire went right. Staff blasts flew in every direction; the man hadn't been lying, the two of them were vastly out numbered.