I'm back with yet another chapter. Sorry it took so long. Thank You all for the Reviews! Anyone wonder how long it takes for the trio to escape, hmmm?

Predator: Homeworld

Chapter 5: Prisoners

"Where the hell are we?" Jean asked already up and pacing in the cell.

"We're on their ship." replied Dutch, annoyance in his tone. That pacing was driving him nuts!

"No shit, Sherlock. Where in space are we?"

"How the hell should I know? And watch your mouth with your superiors; you may be good, but we have dealt with these things before."

"Superiors? Listen buddy," Jean said, her voice rising, "I have just seen my team... my friends get killed by these psychos. I don't give a damn what you say. And as for the past experience with these things..." her voice trailed off.

As Jean began to take in another ranting breath, Harrigan interrupted, saying, "You know, it's bad enough we are trapped on this ship and probably heading to our deaths, do you two have to make it worse by arguing every three seconds?" Jean and Dutch fell silent with these words; it was best they conserved their energy for escaping rather than fighting.

The room was small and hot. It had to be at least 110 Fahrenheit with 50% humidity; the team resorted to tearing off the cloth of their pants to make knee-length shorts so the heat would be more bearable. Luckily though, the heavy, suffocating gases that covered the floors of the rest of the ship remained absent in the room.

The trio somehow managed to sleep, one always being awake while the others rested, and the aliens at least provided them with food and water. The trio was hesitant about eating the dried meat the Predators had given them, but they eventually succumbed to their hunger and ate it. To Harrigan, it tasted like an extremely yeasty jerky, without any spices.

All escape attempts had been futile. The Predators came in groups of at least two and could not be over powered. The team slowly began to lose hope that they would ever escape this prison; that is, until Dutch got an idea.

As footsteps echoed down the hallway of the approaching Predators, Dutch grabbed the rags that were torn off of their pants and twisted them together. As the door opened, Dutch flung himself at the Predator, throwing the twisted cloth at the door frame. The Predator caught Dutch by the throat and casually threw him back in the cell. With a grunt, the Predator left the humans daily ration of food and left shutting the door.

"To what purpose was that attack?" Jean asked the fallen form of Dutch.

Dutch looked at the door and smiled. As he stood and walked to the door, he explained, "The Predators, as I hoped, have grown lazy since our capture. They no longer notice any small things we do. Such as, in this case, throwing a bit of cloth, and jamming the door." Dutch walked over to the cloth wedged in the doorframe. The door was open just enough for Dutch to slip his fingers under it.

"If we can lift this door enough, you," he pointed at Jean, "can slip under and open it from the outside."

Jean laughed. "Wow, you're smarter than you look." Harrigan walked over to the door and, at the same time, pulled up on the door. They managed to get the door about eight inches off of the floor, just enough for Jean to get under. Once she was outside, she nearly suffocated on the fumes that covered the floor. Dutch and Harrigan let the door shut again and waited patiently for Jean to open the door.

It took about a minute to find the camouflaged latch mechanism. It was set in the wall so high Jean had to reach up over her head to activate it. With a quick tap, the door opened and Dutch and Harrigan raced out. "Now where to?" Harrigan asked.

"The cockpit of this ship; these alien assholes are about to be hijacked," Dutch replied with an evil smile.

Saren'te sat panting on the floor of the training room. For now, training was the only thing he found that kept his mind off of the human that remained captive on the ship. He had not told any other Yautja about his discovery; he wished for that private fact to remain only with him.

Saren'te picked up his training spear and left the training room, heading for his quarters. Suddenly, a loud cry echoed through the ship. Saren'te paused; then came another cry, only this time, it wasn't Yautja. Saren'te watched as the three humans careened around a corner running towards him. He observed quickly that they each held a Yautja knife, where they got them, he did not know. The human he sought his revenge for was leading the way closely followed by the two others.

The sight of the human wielding a Yautja knife brought one of his battle rages upon him. Saren'te smiled as he fell into his natural battle stance; perhaps his revenge would come earlier than he expected.

Harrigan had found the Predators' weapons storage room. The trio ran in and looked for anything they could use to defend themselves. They took a look at the guns but decided against using them; they would probably blow themselves up in the process. They settled, instead, on long, glistening, sword-like daggers.

Just as they were about to exit the room, a Predator entered. The gigantic alien stood at the door, stunned to find the humans in the weapons room. Luckily, Dutch recovered more quickly than the alien, diving at it and sinking the knife into the Predator's abdomen. The Predator roared in pain and agony as it collapsed to the floor. The trio raced out of the room quickly, knowing the Predator's cries would bring others.

Jean and Dutch were out of the room, Harrigan about ten feet behind them, taking up the rear. As Jean and Dutch turned a corner Harrigan heard Jean call, "Harrigan, this way!"

Just before Harrigan turned the corner, He heard a high pitched scream and Dutch's voice screaming, "Not that way! NOT that way!" The two came around the corner at a sprint, two Predators chasing after them. Harrigan threw one of the two sword/daggers at one of the Predators. With amazing speed the Predator caught the dagger by the tip of the blade and continued running, not missing a beat.

Harrigan caught up the Dutch and Jean, racing around corners and sprinting through long hallways. As they heard the Predators gaining, the trio ducked into a small room, hiding. They heard the Predators run past the room and the trio ducked back into the hallway, running quickly around another corner.

As soon as they rounded the corner, they saw a lone Predator standing in the hallway. The alien faced them and crouched, its mandibles flaring as a growl issued from its throat.

"We can take him," snarled Dutch. The trio raced in unison towards the Predator, knives out, ready to battle.

Saren'te watched surprised as the humans raced towards him, their stolen knives out, challenging him; he swore that they would regret doing such a thing.

The human that he wished to kill most, attacked, knife swinging at Saren'te's heart. Saren'te easily dodged the knife and used the blunt end of his spear to swat the human into the wall.

The other two humans jumped at Saren'te in unison. Saren'te concentrated on the bigger one of the two, grabbing his neck and squeezing. The human coughed and tried to pry at Saren'te's fingers. Meanwhile the smaller one stabbed at Saren'te, slicing open the skin on his upper thigh. Saren'te roared and tossed the larger human into the wall, hard, and swiped at the smaller human. The little one ducked and tried to stabbed him a second time. Saren'te, eager to continue his fight with the other human that killed his father, simply picked the small human up and threw it roughly down the hallway.

Saren'te turned his attention to the human that was his main target. Saren'te pulled out his spear as the human rose. He pulled his foot back and kicked the human in the ribs. The human flew back and landed on the floor, blood dripping from its mouth. As Saren'te approached the human, the larger human that he had tried to strangle charged at him. Annoyed Saren'te backhanded the human into the wall; the human fell to the floor unmoving.

Saren'te approached his prey that struggled to push itself off of the floor. Saren'te smiled; today he would have his revenge.

Jean lay on the floor panting and struggling to push herself off of the floor. Dutch was out cold; she would be two if that alien backhanded her with enough force to break her neck. She was also pretty sure her arm was twisted severely, if not broken. The Predator approached Harrigan and picked him up off of the floor slamming him into a wall. The Predator then pulled Harrigan away from the wall, only to slam him into the other wall. Jean heard footsteps through the floor and turned her head to see three more Predators race down the hallway towards her.

One of the aliens reached for her and she used what strength she had to bat its hand away. It quickly managed to grab her and pin her to the floor. Jean struggled with all of her might and screamed. She tried to move her injured arm and nearly blacked out. "Well, I won't be doing that again," Jean thought as she stopped moving. The Predator seemed to sense her injury and gestured to another. A second alien approached her and tried to pull her to her feet grabbing her injured arm. Jean moaned in pain as the world darkened; the last thing Jean saw was the attacking Predator looming over Harrigan, its spear raised.

An'tir'de was in his quarters when one of the blooded Yautja rapped on his door. An'tir'de opened the door as the warrior quickly explained that somehow the humans had escaped. An'tir'de grabbed one of his knives and raced out of his quarters to find the humans. An'tir'de was soon joined by two other blooded warriors. They raced towards the sounds of conflict.

As An'tir'de raced through the hallways, he came upon a surprising scene. The small human lay on the floor trying to stand, another human lay unconscious a few feet away, and Saren'te held on human by the neck and was throwing the human back and forth against the walls of the corridor. An'tir'de told one of the warriors to subdue and recapture the two humans while he handled the third.

An'tir'de called to Saren'te to cease causing injury to the human; he had disabled it enough. What happened next absolutely shocked An'tir'de; Saren'te completely ignored An'tir'de and threw the human to the floor and raised his spear to decapitate the human. An'tir'de jumped forward and caught Saren'te's arm and shoved him into the wall with a roar of anger and scolding.

Saren'te growled at this leader and tried to shove An'tir'de off of him and slaughter the human. An'tir'de didn't understand Saren'te's strange behavior but called to the other two blooded to help restrain Saren'te. The two blooded grabbed Saren'te and struggled to drag him away from the human.

An'tir'de saw malice, anger, and rage in Saren'te's eyes. "What is wrong with you?" he barked at Saren'te, who continued his struggles.

Saren'te only snarled and redoubled his efforts to attack the human. One of the blooded warriors looked at An'tir'de with a look of shock and confusion. Saren'te had always been a little strange and just as rebellious as the next unblooded student, but he had never acted in this way before.

"Take him to a containment room and lock him in there. I will speak with him when this is sorted out," An'tir'de told the blooded warriors. The two Yautja began to drag Saren'te out of the room as they pulled him out of the corridor, An'tir'de heard Saren'te cry out, "Ma klaent'de srengat matre'tren!"

"It is my father's murderer!"

So, Saren'te just went nuts, and Dutch's escape plan failed. Well, I'll be updating as soon as I can think of what to write next. Don't forget to review. Tootles!