Author's Note: I'm surprised there aren't any reviews, anyways I am working on the next few chapters. I hope to find a few reviews after the eleventh chapter is up. I cannot believe I have over 13,000 words, this early in the story. Happy reading!
The next few days weren't what many on Earth would call paradise. Angela felt the rays of both suns hitting her like a ton of bricks. She had found out the temperature and was shocked. The minimal temperature on the planet was nintey-nine degrees, with the maximum temperature being a hundred and twenty-two. She wondered how the species of animals lived in such weather. It rained in short spurts, like the rainy season in africa. There were only two seasons of rain on the planet, one during the early part of the year and the second during the years completion.

"Why don't you guys have any water holes anywhere?" Angela asked.
"Because the heat evaporates the water quickly." Qua Sho wrote.

Qua Sho was standing by a stove, busily fixing a guineafowl he had brought back from a hunt. She was fasinated in the way he had taken the feathers completely out of the body without damaging the skin. He had chopped the head off cleanly at the neck and was now chopping it up in small pieces and putting them in a pot. He would now and then look back to answer Angela, he did this by writing on a small notepad that was a step away from were he was standing.

"How do the trees survive?" Angela asked.
"Strong tree roots burrow deep into the grouond." Qua Sho wrote. "Water trapped underneath the ground."

Angela had found out that two days ago, Janet had tried to escape. Celtic had beaten her badly into fearing for her life. Angela felt guilty, because she could have stopped him. Within the five days that they had been on the planet, they were all looked at as the weaker, or better yet the 'female that bears children and listens to whatever she is told'. It hadn't been spent in vain though, Angela had learned some of the language of her mate. She had learned how to make clicking noises with two spoons, purring, and a roar. Qua Sho sometimes purred in his sleep, and it was really funny how when his mandibles brushed up against her neck tickling her.

"What do you do in that room over there?" Angela asked.
"I clean and polish my skulls in there." Qua Sho wrote.
"You collect skulls?" Angela gasped.
"Yes, and spines." Qua Sho wrote.

Angela had made a few plans up in trying to escape with her friends. But for the plans were to be excepted, she needed to meet with them. Qua Sho was a persistant guy, he wouldn't let her out of his sights. If she went off to the bathroom, he'd be waiting for her at the door. If she started walking off by herself, he would roar and bring her right back to his side. In a way Angela expected it. It was a way for his species to teach their females that if they want protection, they needed to stay close. She had learned that many years ago while living in africa.

"What do you call your species?" Angela asked.
"Not to be rude, but can we stop with the questions please." Qua Sho said. "We are called Yautja."

Yautja, that word stiffened her spine as if it was made of steel. In africa she had heard of the word many times. The people had spoken about a beast by the name of Yautja. The meaning of Yautja was predator. If this was the same meaning on this planet, then it suited this race perfectly. She now understood the meaning of the skull and spinal collecting. They weren't being collected, they were trophies.

"La Beanito qua shite milo quonsholos." An old lady had told her one day. "El Yautja comos del guopa de mael."

It had taken her a few years to understand that, but she had figured it out when a guide had walked into her bunker one day after luncheon. He had told her that it meant 'the man known as Yautja come during hot years and skin men to the bone'. He had even given her a book, telling the history of the creature. She had found out that the Yautja had been coming to Earth for almost seven centuries. Mostly men were found skinned, but a few old ladies and some Vietcong children had been found over the years too. Most of the killings occured in Iwo Jima, Chile, Africa, Central America, Vietnam, Korea and Hawaii.

"Dinner in an hour." Qua Sho wrote.

Angela nodded, she wasn't really paying attention anymore. There was a little library upstairs, and she wished to go there. But how could she, she didn't know the written language. A deep sigh rising from her chest, she raised herself up and slipped out of the kitchen unnoticed. Qua Sho was still busy with the stove, it wouldn't light. She walked up the stairs quickly, and then taking a right she walked into the library. When she stepped into it, she heard a roar from downstairs. Qua Sho had noticed she wasn't in the kitchen anymore.

Thinking quickly, she ran out of the library and opened the bedroom door. She could hear his heavy footfalls coming up the stairs. Stripping her bra and loin cloth off, she climbed into bed and waited with her eyes closed. Qua Sho ran in and stopped dead center in the middle of the room with a hiss. Angela opened her eyes and smiled. Qua Sho was smiling, and he was walking towards her with outstretched hands. When he reached her, he slowly ran his hands over her legs and purred. Angela laughed and rolled over on her back.

"Child, you are hot." Qua Sho thought.

Running his hands up her legs and curling them up enough so that his nails touched her groins made her groan. He allowed the palm of his hand to press down harder and she groaned more. Smiling, he bent down and started carassing her with his mandibles. Angela moaned deeply. He was on her within a minute, kissing her everywhere. He didn't have long, the fowl would burn within another five minutes, but he never felt this satisfied. Even with his clothes still on, it still felt like she was his for the taking. Rising up, he left her and went to the kitchen. Angela smiled and while she was putting her clothes back on she whistled. She then walked back to the library.

Dinner wasn't bad that night, Qua Sho was a terrific cook. The Guineafowl was slightly burned, but it still gave it a wonderful taste. Whatever spices he had used on the bird was enough to make her drool. During dinner she would catch him staring at her with puppy dog-like eyes. She was beginning to like that, in a scary sort of way. The fowl was decorated with various fruits and vegettables. A few of the vegettables resembled carrots and celery. Angela noticed that some of the fruit looked like cherries and grapes. A few potatoes were also slutched in to give it that added flavour of sweetness.

Qua Sho had eaten most of the bird himself, and was lying on the couch sleeping an hour later. Angela took advantage of this and walked up to the library. There had been a few books that she was interested in. With a notepad in hand, she was ready to study up on the written language of the Yautja. The first book she took down from the shelf looked as if it was an encyclopedia. She almost dropped it, it was very heavy.

Writing down the words on the cover, she turned the pages for awhile. She was on chapter five when a shadow dropped over her. Looking over her shoulder, Angela saw Qua Sho's heavy exterrior. He pulled out a chair and sat himself down on it. The chair creaked under his emince weight, slowly lifting the book up a bit, he grunted. Noticing the scribbles on the notepad beside the book, he smiled.

"Book is about skinning." Qua Sho wrote.

Angela gasped and closed the book quickly. Qua Sho laughed and stood up. He carried the book back to its place and removed another. When he returned, he placed that book infront of Angela. Angela looked at the cover for awhile then started laughing herself. The books title was English to Yautja. Stiffling a yawn, she stood up and walked out of the room to the bedroom where she climbed into bed. Qua Sho was right behind her with the book and the notepad. She was already asleep, so he slowly and gently slipped her clothes off of her and climbing into bed himself, he carassed her again with his mandibles.

"Sweet dreams love." He purred in his native tongue.

It felt so good to be outside, the sun actually beating down on your back after three days of staying inside to escape the searing heat. Angela felt like jumping about like a rabbit, she had that much energy. Qua Sho was looking out at her from the window, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits watching her every move. Angela could see Janet looking out from her pyramid. Janet, Karen and Sue lived across from her, while Paula and Kelly lived on both sides of her. It really was a good point, if they were to make an escape, then they'd have no problem getting together at the destination that they are to meet.

Karen and Sue were out, and they were looking at Angela sharply. Paula and Kelly were sitting down, waiting for something to happen. Janet turned her head, looking for Celtic without a doubt. It was time, and Angela couldn't have made a better decision. She started making signs with her hands and eyes and she shouted out spanish. Qua Sho didn't understand this language she knew, she had tried it this morning when he had woken her up.

"Encontrarse yo a grande arbol en bosque." Angela said.
"Que duracion?" Paula spoke clearly.
"A medianoche esta noche." Angela shouted.
"Y como eres nosotros a conseguir ausente de nuestro ellos?" Kelly asked.
"Droga ellos." Angela suggested.
"Como?" Kelly asked.
"Usar chocolate." Angela said.
"Bien." Kelly shouted.
"Coji tu." Paula said.

Paula relayed the plan to Janet, and Janet nodded her head in agreement. She knew Angela was right, this species had an allergy to chocolate, which is why Celtic had none whatsoever in the kitchen. She couldn't wait for tonight to come, she missed earth, they all did. Pulling herself back into the pyramid's window which she had opened herself, she shivered as Celtic walked in. Although he touched her with great care, his eyes told her a totally different story of how brash and violent he was. She began to compare him and Angela.

"Angela has a terrible attitude, so does Celtic. They both seem to have similiar ways of attack and are extremely skilled in combat. Although Celtic is two feet taller than she is, and probably triples her and my own weight, they are so similiar. Why didn't he buy her? Why me, why did he buy me instead of her? I'll have to ask Angela tonight." Janet thought.

The rest of the day went by so slowly, Angela could feel her nerves on edge. When the suns did eventually set, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost time. She was busy in the kitchen, under the watchful eye of Qua Sho of course. She spent awhile in there, just cooking away and testing stuff that Qua Sho liked. When it was eleven o clock, she mixed in some chocolate with his coffee, or whatever it was, and gave him it. He sniffed it, then took a mighty gulp. He was out in less than five minutes, snoring away.

"Sleep tight sweetheart." Angela laughed.

Slipping out of the pyramid was an easy feat. All she had to do was open the door and slip out. The stars and the moon lit her way to all of the pyramids that her friends lived in, and to her amazement, everyone was waiting for her. Paula, Karen, Kelly and Sue had carried her plan out to perfection. Only Janet was left.

Janet had been too frightened to slip in any chocolate into any substance that Celtic drank. She was nervously waiting Angela to walk into the pyramid and set her free. Celtic was still awake, on his side. There was a click from outside and Celtic heard it. He sat up and roared. Janet sat herself up and with strength she didn't know she had, she grabbed him from behind and pulled out a few strands of his dreadlocks. He roared and turning around, he slapped her squarely in the face. Angela ran in then and slamming her own fists into his face, it was done. He was out cold. Janet was scooped up and they ran out with a smile.

"You're my hero." Janet yelled.
"What's that in your hand?" Kelly asked.
"Some of Celtic's dreadlocks." Janet sighed. "I'll throw them out."
"No, wait." Angela said.

Angela walked up and taking the strands of rubbery hair from Janet's hand, she started twisting them together. In five minutes they were a necklace. Placing the necklace over Janet's head and slipping in over her neck, Angela saw the fasination and awe in her work. It really made Janet look pretty.

"Why was Qua Sho the only one that bid on you?" Janet asked.
"Everyone else was afraid of her," Paula said. "That's why."
"Can you make me something?" Kelly asked.
"Like what?" Angela asked.
"Like a necklace of teeth." Kelly exclaimed.

They had walked out of the forest by dawns early beginning. Janet could see the anger on Master Yautofo's face when he found out that they had escaped again. The sheer hatred of Celtic boiled down again and she roared in frustration. They had taken a new route, through the forest and into the praire. They were halfway into the praire when a roar made them stop. A beast, a strong beast with sharp sabre teeth was running at them. Angela pushed them out of the way and with a war cry, she ran at the beast and slaughtered him on the spot. Angela skinned the animal and gave the fur to Paula. Paula was to carry it, as it got cold at night.

"Here's your necklace Kelly." Angela said.
"Thanks Angela." Kelly squealed.
"Can we go now?" Janet asked.
"Yes, lets keep the suns at our backs." Angela said.

At noon they had arrived at another forest. The trees were smaller, and there were vines all over the place. Angela had to pull a few out of the way for them to walk past, but before they had gone far, there was a roar of anger. Janet knew that roar, it was Celtic. She screamed and ran off with Angela right behind her, before Janet knew it everyone was at her side comforting her. Angela left, but returned a few minutes later with a boar-like beast draped over her shoulder.

"Dinner is served." Angela laughed.
"Our girl." Janet sighed.

Within an hour, everyone's stomachs were full to bursting. Angela had collected the creatures fur and tusks. Before the night was over, all of the girls had pelts draped over their shoulders. They all slept at intervals, with Angela taking watch. When the suns rose up over the mountains, they walked on. The destination was the platform where they could catch a ship back to earth. According to Angela, it was only ten miles to the north.

"What do you call a Yautja in a shower?" Kelly asked.
"I don't know...what do you call a Yautja in a shower?" Janet replied.
"A clean Yautja." Kelly laughed.
"Girls, enough with the jokes," Angela rasped. "we are being followed."

Angela had told them at dawn what the species of aliens that had bought them was called. They were all shocked at her knowledge of the creatures, Sue had even cried a bit. Angela had stayed up all night, and she was still fresh and energized. Janet marveled at her calm and determined demeanor. She hoped one day to be as great as her.

"By whom?" Janet whispered.
"Qua Sho." Angela rasped.

Everyone gasped and started running. Angela helped Sue climb up a tree. Janet and the others climbed a few tall rocks and waited in silence. Angela hid herself in the tall bushes, waiting with a spear. A few minutes went by, then he came out. But it wasn't Qua Sho. It was someone else. Holding her breath, she saw three others walk out of the shrubbery.

"These girls are tricky." Thermond said.
"Just the red head." Shemino said. "She's the one to watch for."
"They'll be punched badly for this." Jeromendi exclaimed.
"About time." Garmoide roared. "About fucking time."

Angela recognised the one that had carried her to the ship. Sheer terror rose up into her chest, followed quickly by anger. How dare this creature, this Yautja, scare her. Nothing could scare her. Not a spider, not a bear, not a pack of wolves, not ever a lion. It took all of her strength to stay down, she gave a signal to Sue, and Sue intercepted it. They all moved on silently to the northwest, away from the Yautja that were hunting them.

It took them another whole day to reach their destination. Through the deeply trunked trees and animal infested forests. Angela led them all the way, through thick and thin. They were all extremely tired, but full of spirit. They didn't expect what happened next though. Qua Sho, Celtic, Chopper, Melkire, Yvertjo and Scar were all guarding a ship that was docked. It was obviously a trap. Angela's temper soared, and she roared. Qua Sho roared back and rushed towards her. He turned at the last minute when he heard another roar. He walked back to his post, Celtic congratulated him on his keen hearing.

"Now what?" Kelly asked.
"We sneak into that ship." Angela whispered.
"How?" Paula asked.
"By distraction." Angela said.

Angela took out a rock, that she had hidden in her pelt, and tossed it into a nearby river. Qua Sho and Celtic left to investigate. Angela threw another rock that collided with another rock, Chopper and Scar went off to investigate that. Melkire and Yvertjo were left standing. Angela slipped behind them easily, so did the other girls. Angela walked the girls into a cargo hold, where Kelly, Sue and Karen were to hide themselves. Paula, Janet and she wpuld fly the ship out. Karen, Kelly and Sue hid themselves in crates full of meat.

"Know how to fly this thing?" Paula asked.
"They have to have a manual." Angela whispered.
"Leave it to Angela." Janet said.
"Janet, you control the radar." Angela said. "Paula you control the radio."
"Rodger." Paula whispered.

They walked into the cockpit and slipped into their assigned seats. Angela could see Qua Sho's turned back, it was very muscular, like everything else on him. With a push of her hand, she closed the hatch and started the engine. Qua Sho, Celtic, Chopper, Scar, Yvertjo and Melkire turned around quickly, but it was too late. Angela waved goodbye and they were off. Angela could hear all of their gasps and sighs of a good job done well. But it didn't last long, another ship was following them.