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Sins of the Stars

Light So Dim

"Am I just a lost soul blowing in the wind? Or a coward scared to look within? Or do I have a brave heart with a light so dim? Is that who I am?" ~Is That Who I Am, Chris Carmack

Ch. 9 Let the games Began!

Mercy held Andy close to her, her arms wrapped tightly around him. Now that he was back in her arms she was scared to let him go, he must have felt the same because he had a death lock around her neck.

Right now they were being led now a hall, there wasn't any special about it just sliver metal walls and floor and the metallic clanking of the Crab's feet, as two flanked her and another leading. After meeting the Queen, Mercy was shook, her head was clouded with thoughts and worry, no books or movies she ever saw could have prepared her for this outcome.

If she failed Andy would have a life worse than death while she lived better? It was a bluff right? It had to be a bluff! She held Andy tighter as she stared at the stiff muscled back of Ke'Nai, his purple marking swirled upward much like a tiger's stripes, they were light against his dark pebbled skin, his muscles rippled showing his strength just by walking.

They wanted mothers, that's their goal, surrogates were the weak females used for males who didn't want their own human. That much she knew, she guessed there were levels, assuming this by the ornaments that decorated each female, the jeweled she guessed was the higher-ranked but what was the lowest?

Her thoughts were halted when they came to large open space, filled with rows and rows of tables and seats. The smell of food scented the air, it took Mercy a moment to tell it was a mess hall! They passed through the room without a pause and out a side door to the outside, wind greeting her face and the shining light of the sun. Blinking she held up her arm squinting, even Andy rose his head up from her neck to enjoy the warmth and air.

She must have stopped moving because she felt a gentle nudge to her back and she would have gone if Ke'Nai hadn't barked at her. She didn't understand it but it made the two behind her stiffen and quickly reach to drag her along, Mercy simply dodged their grips by plopping down onto the dirt path crossing her legs and holding Andy to her.

Hearing her plop down Ke'Nai turning and barked once more when it was clear she wasn't going to move, he marches over to her and leans down into her face. His face was pure ugliness but she had to admit, to herself and never anyone else, that he did have pretty eyes, it was like a poison yellow-green, glowing from his face.

"Gosh, you're ugly." She bated just wanting to be difficult because it was the least she could do.

His eyes narrowed before quickly reaching out and grabbing her ankle in a tight grip and turned continuing down the path dragging her long alike a ragdoll.

Mercy screamed in surprise reacting quickly enough let go of Andy, having one of the two flankers pluck him up, which made the boy throw his own fit. They were such a sight, screaming and yelling, Mercy being sure to kick Ke'Nai in his ass repeatedly, he had quite the ass, buns of steel. Again no one would ever know of this, but he just kept walking as if she was nothing but yapping Chihuahua on a leash.

They arrived to a building marked 13 before he pulled her upward, still by her right ankle holding her upside down and outward away from his body as he marched on down the halls. They passed what looked to be a lounging area with books and chairs before going down another hall with rows of doors, the doors outer frame was metal incasing epoxy glass; stopping at door number 19 he dropped her.

"Bastard!" She hissed rubbing her head as she kicked out her leg hitting his knee, he just batted her away grabbing her left hand and slamming it on a keypad, making her hiss once more. In retaliation, she grabbed one of his dreadlocks and yanking on it making him growl.

"Oh...am I interrupting something?" Came a familiar voice that sounded amused. Wilma appeared on the epoxy glass, still dressed as a flight attendant, a dark blue waistcoat with a thin red belt, her pencil skirt tight around her hips down to her knees, her pumps were bright red and the ascot around her neck was dark blue with red on the ends, her dark auburn hair pulled into a low bun.

"I can, you know, come back." She wigged her brow suggestively even if her posture was all professional.

The two promptly shoved back from one another with a glare and sound of disgust, making Wilma chuckle. "Well, it's good to still see you alive Mercedes Marie Lewis and I see it you still managed to hold onto Andy." She greeted. "Now for a quick rundown, you're in the barracks behind this door is your room, it has a large bed a simple closet and half bath. Showering will be done in the wash racks and eating in the mess hall. This is to be your safe place no one can enter unless you allow them to or they get permission from me to override. I am the Ai that will be in charge of all you girls, my priority is your safety and health. Now while the room is for your rest and safety, if you refuse to leave the room, locking yourself in, I will override the lock and have you dragged out and punished. That is all for now, have a good night."

And with that Wilma blinked out and the door to room 19 slides open, Mercy was expecting the room to be much like a cell but it more like a bland hotel room. The bed had to be at least a king, there was a desk, two doors which she assumed was the half bath and closet, there was even a chest box at the end of the bed that looked to be filled with children toys, but the best part was the rather large window that took up the whole wall giving a nice view of the forest treetops.

"Rather accommodating." She mutters suspiciously not going into the room just yet. Scenting her hesitations, the flanker holding Andy stepped forward and placed him down inside the room, before stepping back with a bow to Ke'Nai a warm chuff to Mercy before leaving.

She raised her brow as the other flanker did the same, either way, she didn't care there was a large ass bed calling her name. Taking a step forward, a large arm shot in her way blocking her entrance to her room. Her eyes narrowed as they slide to the left as Ke'Nai leaned down close to her ear, his breath brushing her skin.

He growled low in his chest, pressing against her left shoulder as his top mandible grazed her skin, he moved his lower mandibles to hold her chin, tilting her head back. With a flick of his wrist, he brought his hand in her line of sight, letting her see a card made of clear epoxy glass the four corners edge with metal tabs with the black number of 19 marked in the center.

"Fickle." He rumbled in her ear, before shoving her between her shoulder blades into her room and tapping the card key against the keypad, having the door slide shut with a hiss. Scrambling to her feet she bangs on the clear glass as he stood there staring down at her before turning away.

By the time she figures out to open the door, he was long gone. He didn't have to say much to get his meaning across. Her safety was fickle, he somehow has an override key to her room, he could come at her anytime. It was power move on the chessboard.

"Fuck!" Kicking and punching the air she cursed.

"Mercy…" Andy stood in the doorway fidgeting. Rubbing her face she gave him a strained smile that he didn't return.

"How about we go looking for the wash racks, Hmm?"

Finding the wash racks was small adventure for Andy after he was sure there wasn't any males around, he gradually became himself once more. Kicking at the dirt and chattering at light speed, what he was going on about Mercy didn't know, she kinda stopped listening when he mentioned the Queen tatas.

As they wandered around they found many things, like a playground, a washateria, a gym and what looked like some type of boot camp training area. They didn't see many other females wandering about, the few they did see stared at her in what seemed like anger.

Which it can be rightly assumed, many left their family behind, sons, daughters, sisters, and husbands. The list can go on forever, yet here she was with a kid.

It was when they came across the wash racks, that they found the rest of the female population; Swiftly popping her hand over Andy's eyes. It was bad enough he had seen her naked.

"Should have known that this would be the place everyone gathered at." She snorts, after not having a bath for so long she was sure every woman was in heaven right now.

"How about we go back to the playground and let this die down?" She didn't wait for a response before she flipped him around pushed him out.

…

"Are we going to die here?" Andy asked as he swings across the monkey bars, Mercy trailing behind him as a spot.

"Not if I can help it, no." She watched him jump down and race back over to do it again.

"Why did they take us?" He leans over the railing, balancing himself on his belly.

"Um...they are dying and need our help."

The sun was setting low, painting the world in a weird orange and purple tint, odd but beautiful. Under different circumstance Mercy inner nerd would be raving, this world was the perfect set up for a movie or comic. She itched to capture the view around her.

"Are gonna help them?"

"Kinda have to bud."

Just picture it, a playground that overlooked a large forest below as the sun was trapped between two moons. Something so mundane as a playground against a sky with array of colors and swirls, would normally take her breath away.

"We could just run away." He gave her a kilowatt smile.

"We could." She nods as he runs off with a cheer.

'What a photo!' She would have thought but now seeing it with her own eyes, it made her sick.

Mercy mouth watered, bile rising up…

Andy did a flip on the bar landing on his feet with a thumb his giggle filtered the air.

She threw up behind the slide. Dear God what was she going to do.

They skipped the shower for that night, they were dirty for this long one more night wouldn't hurt. Today was a lot for them both, with all her questions answered all that was left was action.

No matter though, because at this very moment this bed was amazing! That or sleeping on something that wasn't the hard ground and the added safety (somewhat), knocked her lights out like a sucker punch to the face.

It was the annoying sounds of a blaring alarm clock that made her jerk upright, blinking. "Andy wake up, time for school!" She dragged her arm across her mouth wiping up the drool before laying back down before snapping up again.

"Fucking fuck!" She yelled seeing that Andy was once again gone! The only thing left was a purple scale, placed harmlessly on the pillow. "Shitty Bastard!"

Shooting out of the bed she slammed to the ground, her legs tangled in the sheets. Kicking them off she jumped up and rushed to the door, slapping her hand on the keypad and rammed right into the glass when it didn't open.

"Fuck a duck!" She screamed pissed off holding her face. Banging her hand on the keypad then the glass cursing the entire time, until a notification appeared on the door.

Frowning she rubbed her nose staring at the blinking notification, her anger dialing down as she tapped it and big bold letters pops on the screen.

"Tag you're it."

"Da hell?" She tapped the screen again."Before you worry, Andy is fine but it is time to test what you have learned."

Mercy crossed her arms and stood straighter. "Your human game of tag is similar to how we teach our pups to hunt. On earth you were the prey, now it's your turn to be a hunter; pass the finish line with a thousand points or more. Points are added with each tag to the appointed spots, points can also be deducted if you are tagged back. Males can use full strength but no weapons while weapons are allowed to the females, happy hunting."

The rules blinked out before a map pulled up showing the starting point then the finished line, tapping the screen once more the pointing system pulled up.

Young Bloods, Reds, 50 points.

Blooded, Oranges, 150 points.

Clan Leaders, Blue, 250 points.

Elites, Purple, 350 points.

Mercy looked down at the purple scale in her hand, so the Bastard was worth 350. So he was calling her out huh? She tossed up the scaled and snatched it out of the air.

"Challenge accepted!" She smirks just as a soft light blooms into brightness by her feet.

It was a box with clothes and boots. Her gear. "So it's off to war I suppose."

Inside it had what looked like a catsuit, it was matted black spandex stopping at mid-calf then coming up into a halter top. It was open back and had a peekaboo mesh over her belly to show off the weird markings they put on her skin.

There in the box was also thick black hiking boots, fingerless gloves, and small discs. After fiddling around with the disc Mercy came to realize that they were the "appointed spots" they were to be tagged; when the glove touched the disc it would glow and a point was given.

Seeing that there wasn't any rule about where they should go, only that it 'must visible' was written on the back of each. After a moment Mercy knew where to put each of the five discs.

One was on the back of her left thigh, two others in the front of her right hip and her shin, the fourth on her left rib cage and lastly the fifth on her right shoulder against her collar bone.

These males were very tall so they would have to stoop low to reach the first three, the last two would be the main targets which allowed her to block easily. Mercy could only hope her little strategy would benefit her. Looking into the epoxy glass at her reflection she had to admit she looked ready to kick ass, her wild mane of curls and knots haloed her face like a lion as the marron jewel sat between her brows.

Oh yeah, there was no way in hell she was going to let her mother down, Andy was her responsibility. "Let the games began."

"Don't panic, don't panic, Don't Panic!" Mercy yelled to herself but it wasn't working.

She was trapped inside a damn log her knees to her chest, as her feet shoving at a large piece of bark that was keeping the eager male at bay, while he kept shoving his left arm into the log. He was growling and purring his claws swapping at the bark near her right shoulder, close to the tag disc. It was like Jurassic park up in this bitch only this time it was an Alien with the goal of knocking her up.

"I'm panicking!" She screamed as he shoved his hand once more into the log, making she shove her legs straighter to keep the bark smashing against the right side of his face. His wild swiping had chipped off chunks of wood that were digging into her skin, quickly snagging one from under her a plan formed.

With desperate precision Mercy slammed the chunk of sharp wood into the male's hand pinning it to the log. His roar was loud with pain; neon yellow blood gave the log a soft glow as she wiggled her away out.

Jerking his hand, he looked to her and huffed with narrowed eyes as she stood up with wood chips in her hair and cuts on her arm. She looked to his tags, most were on his front (how clever) but there was one on top back of his left shoulder.

Chewing her lips, she edged around him, he chuffed and jerked at her as she made her way to his left side, the side pinned by his hand. He shifted his body to face her, his left arm across his body, widening his stance giving his left arm another jerk.

She needed to be quick, Mercy wiggled her fingers with nerves, all this scene needed was a tumbleweed. With a burst she took off like a shot.

Jumping on the log as leverage making sure to pounce on the wood chunk in his hand, she slapped his shoulder with both hands, his right hand swiping at her left thigh nicking her as she landed in a tumbled, rolling she scrambled to her feet and dashed off not waiting to see if he would break free and give chase.

She looked to her gloves seeing 300 points blinking in the digital meter, he must have been a Blooded, 150 points each hit.

"Great now only 700 more to go…yippee" She pants running fast, her thigh twinging from the nick of his claws.

She has been on the run ever since she touched the damn forest floor an hour ago and she only got two hits in!

Abruptly Mercy hit the ground in a slam, knocking the wind from lungs, her vision became spotty as she gasps. Her mouth gaping like a fish as she coughs, rolling to her stomach wrapping her arm around her stomach, her face digging into the dirt.

"You cheap bastard!" She snapped glaring as she got to her knees panting.

Ke'Nai rolled his shoulders and chuffed as he stalked around her, with her breath coming in short gasps he snatched her up by her wild mane. Hissing she kicked out her legs as he held her away from his body before gripping her neck with his other hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

Almost in a gentle caress he trailed his claws down from her hair, to her cheek, between the alley of her breasts before circling around her waist. She tensed as he spreads his hand wide over the expanse of her ass dragging his palm down the fabric to cup her back left thigh just below her ass in a tight grip making her grunt and glare.

Her gloves flashed -50 points.

Ke'Nai snorts in her face before dropping her like a sack of potatoes, "Zabin" he spat turning away. Obviously not very impressed with her.

Mercy wasn't having that, hurt and out of breath be damn! Digging her toes into the dirt she launched herself forward. She wasn't strong or heavy enough but all men went down the same. She thrust her hands between his legs and grabbed his loincloth and gave a sharp tight twist.

He let out a sharp chocked bark, tensing against her as she held onto his hips her face against his lower back. She didn't get a good push-off point but she had her prize in her hand…well not in that sense…ahem.

Sliding her body up against his back she reached around him and slapped her hand in the center of his chest three times earning her 1,000 points. His growl was felt through her chest making her body rumble as they stood there panting, each trying to figure out how to exactly get away without the other gaining more points.

Each time his hand moved no more than an inch, she squeezed her hand tight making him bark while dreadlock tense and rise. Mercy tried her best not to think about the weight in her hand or how full her grip was or even the twitches and pulsing. It was last place her mind needed to be, she needed to figure out how she could maneuver her body away from him, without him quite literally turning on her.

He shifted his stance and she gave a twisting squeeze making him bark something harsh and growl at her. "Then stop moving S'yuit-de Zazin!"

They were in on hell of a position.

Every part of his body was twitching with awareness, itching to attack, itching to runt, to stop her from smelling like a female of his kind. Being this close to her, her body up against his, the scent clogging his senses clouding his mind. This ooman needed to loosen her damn grip cause Pauk!

The smell of an angered female were warnings to males but her hand on his…His mind was getting mixed signals, it was his years of training and many seasons of being around females in their Need, to will himself flaccid.

"Let go!" He growled shifting back a step only to grunt when she yanked downward and a jolt of pain went up his spine.

"Like hell!" She snapped looking around her trying form a plan.

"Tick tock." He wagged his finger earning him a harsher twist his back arch in a tense roar. "Pauk!"

His dreads bopped her in the face as he jerked back and she squeezed tighter as a plan came to her. With now or never on the line she grabbed his dreads near the roots and snatched down harshly with the added tight grip on his loins, Mercy freed her hand from his weight and swung her leg in an upward hit into his jewels. She never heard the males make the sound he just made but she didn't stop to examine him as she turned tail and ran back the way she came.

Leaving Ke'Nai knelt over one hand on his junk there other gripping his dreads but not before screaming over her shoulder. "S'yuit-de Zazin!"

...

That pauking ooman and her underhanded attacks!

Laughter unexpectedly ripped through the air, it was smooth with a playful tone.

"J'tor what are you doin here? Mamoon said—

"Mamoon said, Mamoon said…What are we pups?" The youngest brother blinked into the visible spectrum, high on a branch arms crossed as he casually leaned against the bark. "I was just tracking my female, had to make sure she knew I didn't forget about her. I need her to continue forward until I can rightly 'participate'."

"And..." He continued. "I see you finally found a female."

"That zabin? Pauk no." Ke'Nai grumbled as he stood straight then adjusted himself.

Rolling his eyes, J'tor fell forward off the branch and landed on the ground in a crouch his arms still crossed. "The faster you admit that you picked her, the easier it will be to woo her."

"I'm not wooing her or picked her! She isn't even our kind! We breed, we hunt and keep traditions!"

"We are hunters and a part of that is adaptability. We thrive on hunting and improving if you can't adapt then what good are you?" The youngest shrugged. "We are in the midst of change and if you don't go with it you'll be left behind Mei'hswei."

Spreading his mandibles scenting the air, J'tor huffed. "Plus by the smell, she won't be just ooman for long, and if you don't lay any type of claim and she hits her breeding cycle. It'll be like ringing a dinner bell."

Ke'Nai just ignored his brother turning away to walk in the direction of the zabin.

"Don't be mad I'm just sayin is all." J'tor clapped his hand on his brother shoulder. "Come help me find my female, I'm sure she would have run into your Zabin by now."

"She isn't mine!"

"Bro she had you but the actual balls!"

Ke'Nai shoved his brother into a ditch.

Mercy hadn't been running for long, maybe twenty minutes by the burn in her legs and lungs. Looking behind her she didn't see or hear him, but that also meant she didn't see the pair of hands reaching out and snatching her to the right. A hand covered her mouth and pinned her between their body, they were in a hollow of a tree, the moss covering the entrance like a curtain.

"Shh, shh shut up!" A female voice hissed. Mercy's first thought was Callie! But the notice the female in front of her was shorter than the blonde.

Knocking her hand away Mercy hissed in a low voice, "Who are you? What do you want?" She blinked hard willing her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

There was a shift in the moss curtain and small amounts of light shinned in. "I'm Julie and I want you to shut up." She turned to look at Mercy. Julie was about two to three inches shorter than her, with Asian features with wavy brown hair and eyes.

With an eye twitch Mercy kept her mouth closed, not wanting to be left out she peeked over Julie's head, she didn't see anything except the jungle. After a moment the woman seemed to relax as she closed the moss covering.

"Sorry about all that, I had to make sure he wasn't right behind you."

"Who?"

"The one you had by the dick." Julie snorts fist bumping Mercy's shoulder. "I ran by the whole thing, I gotta try that move."

"Oh uh yeah." Mercy flushed not wanting to think about the phantom feeling in her hand of the pulsating weight.

"So not to be weird or anything but…" Julie held up her hands adjusting the space between her hands.

Mercy frowned at her hands then looked up at the woman wiggling her brows.

"Oh…Oh!" She flushed rubbing her neck. "Uh…eh...he was flaccid so." She trailed off ignoring the feeling in her hand.

"Well, he could just be a grower, I don't know a shower maybe."

"I don't really wanna think about!"

"How can you not? They want us to be baby factories! I gotta know what's comin my way." Julie mused as she tapped at her golden collar in thought. "Not like we getting off this planet any time soon…"

Mercy looked away covering her eyes trying to burn away the images. She didn't want to picture what was under his cloth she didn't want to think of him over her and dear lord! He's an Alien what was she thinking, and he's so fuckin ugly! She shivered how was she supposed to make a kid with a face like that!

"You remembered the face huh?" Julie snorts. "It all fun and again until you see the face."

"I can assume you have a personal crab ugly too?" Mercy peeked out again, it was clear. "I think we should move out now, I need to head to the finish line time almost up."

"Crab ugly? I like that name." She chuckles nodding in agreement to leave. "I been calling mine Buttsnack."

Mercy paused and looked over her shoulder "Butt snack?" she snorts smiling big.

"Blame my nephew! He watched this show on Netflix called tale—

"of Arcadia?" Mercy finished knowing all too well of that show. "Little brother…oh and before we leave." Grabbing Julie's hand, she measured out a good space between the hands, patted her shoulder and walked out.

"That's flaccid?!" She screeched.

..

"You sure it's this way?"

"Honestly I haven't been sure about a lot of things lately, but I more or less sure that it's not that way." She pointed off to the left.

"Ok, then why not that way?" Julie mutters looking down at the ground picking up random things, like veins, sticks and feathers.

"Before the race I saw that the finish line was right under the one of the distance planets you can still see." Mercy looked up and pointed to the fade little green orb in the sky right under the right moon.

"Ah ok so heads towards and..,do you hear that?" Julie stopped dead in her tracks her ear tilted to the sky.

"Hear wha—

"Shhh!" Mercy eye twitched she was tired of people shushing her!

"There that!"

The sound was soft and light a constant beeping, now that Mercy heard it she couldn't un-hear now.

"Hey didn't they say weapons for females were allowed?" Mercy frowned thinking back to the rules.

The women looked at each other and raced to the sound, skipping over fallen branches and large rocks they came upon a small metal crate that was blinking a soft blue with each beep.

As they rushed closer it was Julie who pulled up short in realization. "Mercy no it's a trap!"

Hearing Julie's shouts Mercy slowed into a jog only to have white-hot pain shoot through her left calf muscle. Her screams were sharp and loud as she went down gripping her leg as she cursed.

"The fuck, the fuck!" She looked at her leg to see an arrow two inches thick stuck halfway in her calf. Mercy felt the world tilt as she got woozy seeing something so unnatural sticking out of her, a cold rush followed by a hot sweat coated her skin. "I don't feel too good…"

"Oh shit, that's an arrow!" Julie cursed dropping to her knees. "That's some Mayan shit!"

The arrowhead was eccentric, jagged edges with deep grooves, the size was of a large kitchen knife, the shaft of the arrow was long and wide, there was no way she could walk with that in her leg. It was going to need to be ripped out or the sides have to be broken off.

"Open it." Mercy gagged fighting the nausea, she felt cold and her leg was bleeding all over the place.

"Your leg? I don't think that sanita—

"No, gah fuck the crate!"

Julie gave a snort as she scrambled to the crate and just frozen. "How the fuck you open it?"

"What do you mean?" Mercy groan turning to look at Julie, why couldn't this be simple?

"It's like a damn rubric...cube—." The woman pointed behind to something over Mercy shoulder.

Not wanting to look Mercy begrudgingly turned back around, sucking in a sharp breath at the giant ass male in front of them. He was taller than Ke'Nai wider too, his hide had a fiery tint to it with yellow like spots, another difference was this ugly fucker had spikes coming from his brows.

Hearing a high hitch yelp Mercy looked to Julie, another male held her around the waist trapping her arms. "No let go, this isn't how you play the game!" Julie yelled kicking out her foot catching the crate having it burst open.

The male in front of Mercy reached down grabbing the shaft of the arrow and Mercy felt her stomach skin. He pulled her up by the arrow. Mercy never knew her vocal cords could reach such a pitch, tears dotted her eyes, she could feel that the arrow had hit bone, her body trembling as the cold sweat chilled her body.

Her screams were answered by a loud bellowing roar. The one examining her leg and the other holding Julie snapped their heads in that direction. They began clicking and talking but there was something different about the way they were communicating.

Now Mercy wasn't an expert on their language but this one had more clicks were when Ke'Nai talked there were more growls and rumbles. One thing was clear though they were getting antsy, the one holding Julie turned away taking her with him.

"Mercedes!" She yelled kicking but was hitting nothing but air. Mercy looked to the male that had her but he was standing still looking out at the jungle.

Taking a deep breath through her nose she huffed it out her mouth, taking deeper and deeper breaths as if she was in labor, she heaved herself using the stiff arrow shaft as leverage Mercy lifted herself enough to jam the heel of her foot into the male's kneecap.

Dropping her the male screeched stumbling back as she quickly crawled backwards trying to reach the crate as he barked at her stomping closer. He grabbed her by the arrow dragging her to him as she cried out her vision dotting black as she screamed, her left leg was suddenly dropped when the male was shot backwards by a net?

Snapping to look behind her she saw Julie holding a gun in their direction her right hand a tight grip on the other male's goin. "Told you I was going to use that move." She shrugs as she kicked the box. "Grab something quick!"

Painfully Mercy dragged herself over grabbing a disc? She didn't have wonder long as a set of blades popped out around the sides. "I feel that I should be worried that they allowed us to use these." She mutters as she pushed the blades against the male and Julie's hand.

The male growled but Julie didn't give him time as she shot him with the net gun flinging him back. "Ok let me see that." She grabbed the blade disc pausing she looked to Mercy. "I'm sorry."

Julie brought the blade down on the arrow shaft close to her leg as Mercy screamed again the hits jerked the shaft against her bone each time. "I'm so sorry one more time."

The roar was heard again this time closer, a lot closer. The two males growled and struggled against the nets one of them breaking one hand free.

"Mercy come on up, up." She coached tossing an arm around her shoulder lifting up the woman as they hobbled away. "You can do it, work with me!"

The sound of tear made the women freeze before hopping along faster, Mercy heart beating. "I have to make it; I have to make it."

Andy, she couldn't fail on the first test, game whatever this shit was! She had to make it!

Rushing stomps came from behind as they slowly made their way thought the foliage. "Julie, just go on ahead, I'll catch up!"

"That really fuckin stupid ok! We may have just met but I'm not that shitty of a person, now let's go!"

They didn't make it very far before they both were tackled to the ground, the male had Julie by the neck and Mercy by her injured her leg. Growling at them he gave them both a shake before swiftly letting go and pivoting on his feet catching a wall of flesh.

Mercy rolled to her side to see Ke'Nai roaring as he tackled the male like a star quarter back charging him into a tree. Without wasted effort, she looked to Julie as the two reached to the other only to have Julie dragged backward and up into the trees by an unseen force.

Her screams were sharp before fading as Mercy stood to hobble after her only getting a few feet before buckling under the pain. A shadow fell over her and she was scooped up like a kitten, in flash of red tinted hide.

Confusion was beyond the scope of Mercy understanding at this moment, she was fed up. With all this shit, she was an honest woman who worked hard to give her baby brother a good life, a woman who pend after a childhood friend for years. She was sick of being treated like a damn item!

"Put me the fuck down!" She yelled and for the second time, Mercy's voice reached a pitch she didn't think possible.

All three males froze in their movement, the one holding her dropped her quickly, the air was thick with N'dui'se. Yautja scent. Her smell thickened becoming a musk that smelled purely Yautja female, it wasn't only her scent that caught their attention, it the fact that this ooman female just roared.

It wasn't just a loud yell filled with anger but an animalistic snarl that silenced the jungle around them. She didn't seem to notice as she stood on her legs strongly, her wound forgotten as she glared them down. It was the overcast of a cloud that they could see the slight physical change, her nails were longer, thicker, sharper looking, her hair seemed wilder with more weight like dreads but it was her eyes. Peddled skin along the bottom and corners they were no long ooman brown, the irises were rustic orange taking up most of the white of her eyes the pupil large for an ooman. Her skin rippled from smooth to peddled her teeth bared as the canines sharpened.

Staring at her in all her rage listening to her rumble at the disrespect, admitting sounds that ooman couldn't make yet he could understand.

It was instinctual for a female of their kind to be born knowing that a male was to respect them, it was something that was passed down. So to understand this ooman's rumbled that only came from female Yautja was a testament of the Elder Queen's vision of the future.

Ke'Nai looked to the other males seeing they were just as shocked, perhaps more so consider that they were Bad Bloods. They knew nothing of the Elder Queen's plans.

Using their distraction to his advantage, Ke'Nai steeled his nerve that wanted to bow out of the rumbling female's sight; puffing his chest out in a challenge he tossed his arms wide and lunged at her.

Snarling she took the challenge and sprang forward, their bodies colliding in a slam. Ke'Nai grabbed her by the ass taking her off her feet and charged forward. She may be admitting the scent and smell of a Yautja but she was still an ooman, tiny and weightless.

Breaking out of their trance the Bad Bloods roared charging after Ke'Nai. On any occasion the prince would had taken them on weapons or not, but this was a serious matter, Bad Bloods were stealing ooman females?

It makes sense why they would, it was the whole race that was affected by this plague. That didn't mean they had the right to steal what was consider the Elder's Queen offerings to the Aligning clans.

Sealing from the Queen meant stealing from him, this ooman was His…Not in that sense! Clearing his mind with a head shake Ke'Nai looked down to the ooman, she stopped snarling and went rigid before starting up again.

Thankfully back to her normal demonic self, kicking and yelling. "Put me down, Put me down!" She beats her fist against his chest when she made a grab at his mandibles he dropped her ass first to the ground. Just as she stood dusting off the Bad Bloods roared from behind him gaining their lost distance. "Shit, shit pick me up pick me up!" hollering she jumped back into his arms.

"Run, damn it run!" She patted his chest and face in her panic. Growling he grabbed her hands and arms tossing them over his shoulder and taking off.

He was nowhere near as fast as J'tor, his brother could move at a speed that none has seen, he could only hope that his little brother snagged his female before the Bad bloods. Cursing loudly, he jammed his elbow to the left when a male came rushing at them; jamming his elbow into their solar plexus before spinning on his foot and driving a punch into their face, using the momentum to twirling back around the way they were facing and continuing on his run.

"Don't do that again." Mercy gagged covering her mouth as a wave of nausea hit her full force. "Yo, S'yuit-de Zazin…I think I'm gonna bar-." she threw chucks all over the jungle floor.

Ke'Nai looked down to the legs the was pinning to his chest, she still had a chunk of the arrow's shaft jammed in her leg. The limb looked pale still oozing a great amount, when jostling her on purpose and she didn't react besides a grunt he picked up his speed. The clearing and finish line was just up ahead if he could just get closer-

A forced knocked into them both, Mercy went flying from his grip as she hit the ground hard.

Going went with the momentum of the hit, Mercy been dropped, knocked and tossed to the ground to many times today to not learn to, quite literally, roll with it. The pain was something like she never experienced, never having broken a bone or even a sprain, this felt like the pits of hell.

Blinking her vision clear she saw, Ke'Nai in a hand to hand battle with the two reddish males, opening and closing her eyes, felt slow and incomprehensive. The need to get up and run was there but the energy and understanding as to why was drifting.

"Run!" Her eyes snapped to focus on the purple striped male, he was in a head lock yet he had the other male in a head lock as well. The three struggled, more like the two Reddish males struggled while Ke'Nai fought to keep them busy, one slipped through his hands charging for her but he snagged them by the dreads yanking them back to his body.

"Run!" He snarled as he was punched nearly losing the grip one male.

Slowly she crawled backwards her eyes locked to these males fighting, it was worst then watching men fight. There wasn't any snarling, growls or roars, this was like being in the middle of lions fighting, each punch was like a bomb an explosion. For the first time in a very long time, Mercy felt scared, a honest hopeless fear.

"MERCY!" Her heart drummed in her chest, choking her of breath as she heard her name from his mouth. Her body shook and prickled with vibration. "ANDY!"

It was like being slammed back into her body, full awareness, energy and most of all understanding. She couldn't freeze up not now! Crawling backward faster she whines as she pushed to her feet, the pain made her want to gag just to curl up and sleep.

"Keep going, keep going." She gasps in sharp wheezing breaths pushing herself further away as fast as her hobbling would take her. She nearly collapsed at the sight of the clearing and crowds of women.

Crawls snatched at her hair yanking her head back as she screamed loudly, heart beating loud her right hand brushed over cool metal. Her heart beating louder she grabbed the disc turning with along the harsh pull of her hair, bring her hand up in a right uppercut.

The male whaled stumbling back holding his face, dripping neon blood, his two left mandibles and the lower half of his jaw were sliced off. Shuffling backwards a jolt of pain ran up her leg as she crumbled to the floor and just before the male lunged forward, the whole right side of the male's head blew wide open.

Blood splattered Mercy face as she scrawled backward away from the dead body that dropped to its knees then over on its side.

The blaring sound of the finished game reverberated through the air.

"Mercy! Mercy!" Slowly turning her head at the sound of her name, she saw Julie racing toward her. Falling to her knees the woman threw her arms around her neck. "You made it by a hair's breadth!" Jerking back Julie looked her over.

Looking over the woman's shoulder Mercy saw a male walking up in a lazy swagger, marking of orange almost similar to a set of purple she knew. He made a trilling sound tiling his head, his mandibles clicking in delight, only to have Julie jump up and start slapping her hands on his chest, shoulders, and face.

"You Buttsnack! How could you? You just left her there!"

Mercy gave a breathless chuckle as she falls back into the dirt closing her eyes, this planet was fucked up and she was starting to believe the human females were just a crazy. "I need to find Andy." She murmurs when a shadow fell over her. Peeking an eye open, Ke'Nai was position over her in a squat, his arms resting on his powerful thighs, a pistol-like weapon dangled in his hands between his legs.

His eyes roamed her, looking over what she could assume was to find further injury. Moving took in her left leg, the tips of his claws grazing the wound. "I…I guess I should…Thank…you."

Her whole body seized up in shock, her eyes slowly grew wide as they stared at the red bloody arrow shaft in his hand, to the fuck size hole in her damn leg, then to his face. The top right mandible ticked upward in a smirk.

"You fucking pompous ass Bas—" Mercy world fade to black.

Ok, Well, that's was nearly 15 pages long! 14 and 1th of pages! Yay! I hoped you all loved it! Caused NO one read the script!

Julie total took over, she wasn't supposed to be like this! I had her planned out and she just yeeted all my plans out the window! Her and damn J'tor just argh they're both Buttsnacks and I love them very much...

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