A/N: Wow! I didn't expect so many reviews! (Maybe 1, 2 max.) I hope you like this next chapter! (Is Scar the name of the predator? Because I'm going to be using it from now on. If not, please correct me!)
LadyJavert: Who DOESN'T do that? You should see me and my sister when we watch the Matrix and LOTR together. Things get pretty weird. Hee hee hee!
Anyhoo, R/R!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
He might not need his helmet after all. The spiderlings of the demons were not as fast or agile as their evolved counterparts, thus easy for targeting and elimination. He still had to be careful though. Unlike the matured monsters he hunted, the spiderlings could be reproduced at will.
He missed two. Dammit. Just proves how bad his eyesight is in this place.
Now that it was quiet, he could hear the human from behind, grunting and moaning. Seesh, this human is particularly annoying. Why make so much noise over-
Oh.
The Warrior was impressed. More than usual. The human was holding her own against one of the offspring. One arm over her head, she kept the creature from anywhere near her mouth. He could also see she was injured. Her left arm was bleeding, staining her clothes and making a small pool on the ground.
To her side, Scar could see the remains of another offspring. A gaping hole broke through it's skin, it's blood sizzling in splattered forms all around it. And the human did all this with only a broken spear? Very impressive.
Scar cocked his head slightly, noticing something odd about this particular battle: She was losing.
The tail around the human's neck squeezed harder and Scar could see her breathing became short as her body fought for oxygen. Her arm tried to keep the creature off, but with the combination of lack of energy and probably loss of blood, this battle already ended.
As the creature got closer to her mouth, Scar became uneasy.
She was the only human there…and if she got impregnated there would be another creature to fight…
The human began screaming as the egg sack danced around her evading lips. This was a warrior death. She should be honored.
Scar fingered the little band-aid. He needed the challenge. This human can give it to him and-
Oh hell. It just wouldn't be ethical to let her die like this.
Striding forward, the Warrior bent down and unwrapped the tail that held the human's neck. The underling squirmed violently in his hands, it's tail trying to wrap itself around the nearest object. Growling in annoyance as the tail slapped his arm painfully, he threw the small creature across the room, blasting the darn thing away with a single shot.
So easy yet so difficult. Turning back to the fallen human, Scar kneeled down next to her, placing his fingers on her neck. A pulse. Still alive. Good. Because Scar was still debating if he should've let the human be impregnated.
He checked in the back of the female's head. A very large bump. Probably a concussion. And the way she landed looked quite painful. She might have internal injuries also. He then checked the female's arm. She was bleeding quite badly. If he didn't do something soon she'll bleed to death.
But what can he do? He had no medical supplies, only a little bit of food and water. He remembered that this human had a few, but where were they?
Inside her vest.
Scar hesitated. He had only limited education on human behavior and one thing he remembered that humans were very self-conscious when nude. And that females were usually the most aggressive when provoked.
The smell of blood was coming to a point where Scar couldn't stand it.
If anything, this was her fault.
Looking at her jacket vest, Scar scanned for the little grabby-thingy that opened the clothing. Finding it hiding underneath the human's neck, he pulled the thing down, making a small "Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" noise as it went.
He opened the coat and inside was-
Nothing.
Scar growled. If the medical supplies wasn't in her vest, where were they? She had another level of clothing on. Were they in there?
Taking the other pully-thingy on this undershirt, Scar pulled it down to reveal the same thing: Nothing.
Arrgh! Stupid human clothing! Where were those supplies? If he didn't find them in the next minute he'll-
Oh wait. There they are. Inside the first vest. Inside a pocket he overlooked.
Feeling like an idiot, Scar unrolled the gauze and bent over to the human's bleeding wound.
This was a very deep gash. It had to be cleaned. There was a deep sucking noise that came inside of Scar's throat, which could not be mistaken for anything less than gathering spit. Opening his many mouths, he let the large spat of saliva roll out of his teeth, letting it sink in into the wound.
There. Not the best cleaning supply in the world, but it'll be enough to cease infection and slow bleeding.
After wrapping the female's arm, he began touching the back of the human's head. Scar knew there was nothing here to help this bump. Taking the clothing he had stripped off the human, he wrapped it into a small ball, gently placing it underneath the female's head. The pyramid was built to house heat, in order for the monsters to survive as well as the humans.
Well…that's it. Now all Scar had to do was wait.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
Arkansas was back. Bigger than ever and with a vengeance. And it wasn't just her head this time. It felt like her whole body was on fire. She hadn't felt this bad since she accidentally fell from her first climb; breaking three ribs, her shin bone and both of her arms. She was thirteen.
Now twenty-eight and tougher than ever, it was hard to believe she was in enough pain to compare it to her infamous teenage fall.
She wanted water. Cold fresh water. Her throat seized up from the mere thought of it and wished she hadn't. But she couldn't help it. The more thirsty she felt, the more she wanted water. And the cruel process continued.
And by some odd miracle, God answered her prayers. She could feel her body being lifted off the floor slightly, her head and upper torso supported by something firm. A cold entity was placed on her lips and on contact, she automatically opened her mouth, eagerly wanting to take the cold, cool substance. But as soon as it's extreme sour taste landed on her tongue, she veered.
She gave off a weak scream, trying to shove the nasty glop out of her mouth, only to have it force down her throat. Although her senses exploded from wanting to vomit, she also felt extreme relief from pain.
And her thirst was gone.
She was gently placed back on the floor, a clicking sound from above.
Oh yeah, her mind said casually, Alien-guy is right there.
Her eyes flew open. There he was. Looming over her, his strange mouth/jaw clicking noisily. With a given yell, Lex sat up, startling both herself and her companion. She only sat up for less than a second when her body tighten and screamed in pain. She cried out, falling back down.
The Warrior silently cursed to himself for letting her startle him so. He was also surprised that she moved. He was sure the lack of blood would slow her. Of course, what did he know about human anatomy? Five fingers, two eyes, and small teeth. That's it.
Lex sat back up slowly this time, a headache pounding away in her brain. Through the pain and disorientation, she grasped the small thought that told her why she was hurting so much.
The demon. The blood. The battle. Ugh.
Why was she so cold? The jacket she bought was top of the line, guaranteed to keep her warm. It was the only brand she uses when she went climbing. Opening her pain filled eyes, she checked herself.
Blood. She was covered in it. Although she had a bandage over her wound, dried ugly blood draped down all the way to her fingers, making it look like she was wearing a red glove.
As she stared, she began to wonder why this seem odd. Yes, she remembered getting injured, falling down and all that jazz. But then what was…?
Ah, yes. There was a bandage on her arm. How it get there? And where did it come from?
She turned her head slightly to the left, looking at Alien-guy, who was busy looking over his damaged helmet. When he notice her staring, he growled something at her, before going back to his equipment.
It still wasn't clicking with Lex. She felt drugged. She placed a hand on her stomach, wondering what she had for lunch. Maybe there was something in her soup-
Wait. Where was her coat?
She looked behind her. There, smooshed up in a ball, laid her 'pillow'. Besides it, were the remains of her medical supplies. When she finally put two-and-two together, her mind exploded.
Scar was too busy touching and examining his helmet to pay attention to the human. How he wished he brought that spare battery with him! But noooooo! Ga'raa wanted him to bring shuriken instead of the spare battery. Well, Ga'raa was dead now. No point in antagonizing over dead superiors. A noise caught Scar's attention to his right, knowing very well it was the human and not a underling. Why is she-
If Scar hadn't been as quick as he is, he would've had a face full of fist.
Lex had it. Going on an expedition she never wanted, being hunted, having to seen her friends killed and now she was being raped by some squid? Screw this.
But the minute she threw that punch, she automatically regretted it. Scar was not one to get threaten and back down. If she wanted a fight, she got it. Scar grabbed Lex by the shoulders and shoved her back down on the ground. Looming over her, his gun focused on her head, a blue light shining as it charged.
Lex lifted her knee and shoved it where all males are vulnerable. She didn't know if affects aliens in anyway, but it didn't hurt to try.
It did hurt. Very much so. It felt like she had just rammed her leg into a stone wall, crying out a word that would kill a sailor. But she wasn't the only one who was in pain. Apparently, male aliens did have male parts. Or at least something along those lines. Whatever Scar had, it was enough for him to squeal and roll off Lex.
Free, Lex rolled away from her foe, knowing very well what he can do to her. Scar, still wincing from his injury, re-charged his gun and aimed. Lex dove forward grabbing a large piece of stone, throwing it in front of her at the same time the gun fired.
The two entities met in midair. Exploding in a mist of pebble and dust, both fighters dove at each other, weapons ready.
If spectators had been there to watch, they would've been amazed how neither fighter bothered to stand up during the whole duel.
There was a sound of skin colliding-slapping to some-and both figures did not move. As both of them realized, a move could considered their own deaths.
Scar had his own shuriken out and ready, a simple flick of the wrist would send it flying. Lex grabbed her slightly melted, but still pointy spear/club, hovering right above Alien-guy's eye. The shuriken would certainly kill Lex, but it would also give her enough time to shove in the spear.
Both of them sat there, staring one each other down daring. Lex was too close to get an accurate aim from Scar's gun, the hoister lay limped on his shoulder.
Ten minutes passed during their fight. The pyramid shifted.
First to break eye contact, (Though he knew very well he shouldn't have.) Scar looked to the hole he made in the ground, the walls underneath moving and changing.
Move now or don't move at all. No hesitation this time.
Lex seemed to understand the situation. Forgetting their quarrel, both of them disburse, Scar grabbing his helmet getting up. He began trotting towards the new opening, ready to jump down when he notice his companion wasn't following him.
Adrenaline is a wonderful thing. Blocks pain, heightens fear and heart race…keeps a person alive and going when needed. But after that moment is gone, the body is weak and back to normal. Pain and all. During the fight, Lex had to call on her human instinct of wanting to live. But now that the moment of death had passed, the pain and blood loss from her arm had come back to haunt her, her vision blurry as her head lump throbbed with each heartbeat. She could not find the strength to get up.
Scar had a choice. To leave her to bring her? He had paid his debt to her, she healed him and he healed her. He could leave right now without guilt, without a second thought. His mission was the hunt. That's it.
He watched as Lex struggled to get up, putting on her many clothes. She could not stand fully without swaying on her feet before falling over.
Scar looked to his freedom and then back to her. She was human. She was cattle. She is nothing more than another creature on this planet of fifteen billion.
But has cattle ever kicked ass before?
Oh hell. It just wouldn't be ethical.
With three long strides, Scar grabbed the dazed woman, throwing her over his shoulder. With a running leap, both he and Lex jumped into the stone hole in the ground, just before it was covered.
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
A/N: Well, that was kinda bad, but not really. I'm happy though. Hee hee hee! Oh, and if anybody is confused, shuriken are ninja throwing stars.
Anyhoo, R/R!
LadyJavert: Who DOESN'T do that? You should see me and my sister when we watch the Matrix and LOTR together. Things get pretty weird. Hee hee hee!
Anyhoo, R/R!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
He might not need his helmet after all. The spiderlings of the demons were not as fast or agile as their evolved counterparts, thus easy for targeting and elimination. He still had to be careful though. Unlike the matured monsters he hunted, the spiderlings could be reproduced at will.
He missed two. Dammit. Just proves how bad his eyesight is in this place.
Now that it was quiet, he could hear the human from behind, grunting and moaning. Seesh, this human is particularly annoying. Why make so much noise over-
Oh.
The Warrior was impressed. More than usual. The human was holding her own against one of the offspring. One arm over her head, she kept the creature from anywhere near her mouth. He could also see she was injured. Her left arm was bleeding, staining her clothes and making a small pool on the ground.
To her side, Scar could see the remains of another offspring. A gaping hole broke through it's skin, it's blood sizzling in splattered forms all around it. And the human did all this with only a broken spear? Very impressive.
Scar cocked his head slightly, noticing something odd about this particular battle: She was losing.
The tail around the human's neck squeezed harder and Scar could see her breathing became short as her body fought for oxygen. Her arm tried to keep the creature off, but with the combination of lack of energy and probably loss of blood, this battle already ended.
As the creature got closer to her mouth, Scar became uneasy.
She was the only human there…and if she got impregnated there would be another creature to fight…
The human began screaming as the egg sack danced around her evading lips. This was a warrior death. She should be honored.
Scar fingered the little band-aid. He needed the challenge. This human can give it to him and-
Oh hell. It just wouldn't be ethical to let her die like this.
Striding forward, the Warrior bent down and unwrapped the tail that held the human's neck. The underling squirmed violently in his hands, it's tail trying to wrap itself around the nearest object. Growling in annoyance as the tail slapped his arm painfully, he threw the small creature across the room, blasting the darn thing away with a single shot.
So easy yet so difficult. Turning back to the fallen human, Scar kneeled down next to her, placing his fingers on her neck. A pulse. Still alive. Good. Because Scar was still debating if he should've let the human be impregnated.
He checked in the back of the female's head. A very large bump. Probably a concussion. And the way she landed looked quite painful. She might have internal injuries also. He then checked the female's arm. She was bleeding quite badly. If he didn't do something soon she'll bleed to death.
But what can he do? He had no medical supplies, only a little bit of food and water. He remembered that this human had a few, but where were they?
Inside her vest.
Scar hesitated. He had only limited education on human behavior and one thing he remembered that humans were very self-conscious when nude. And that females were usually the most aggressive when provoked.
The smell of blood was coming to a point where Scar couldn't stand it.
If anything, this was her fault.
Looking at her jacket vest, Scar scanned for the little grabby-thingy that opened the clothing. Finding it hiding underneath the human's neck, he pulled the thing down, making a small "Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" noise as it went.
He opened the coat and inside was-
Nothing.
Scar growled. If the medical supplies wasn't in her vest, where were they? She had another level of clothing on. Were they in there?
Taking the other pully-thingy on this undershirt, Scar pulled it down to reveal the same thing: Nothing.
Arrgh! Stupid human clothing! Where were those supplies? If he didn't find them in the next minute he'll-
Oh wait. There they are. Inside the first vest. Inside a pocket he overlooked.
Feeling like an idiot, Scar unrolled the gauze and bent over to the human's bleeding wound.
This was a very deep gash. It had to be cleaned. There was a deep sucking noise that came inside of Scar's throat, which could not be mistaken for anything less than gathering spit. Opening his many mouths, he let the large spat of saliva roll out of his teeth, letting it sink in into the wound.
There. Not the best cleaning supply in the world, but it'll be enough to cease infection and slow bleeding.
After wrapping the female's arm, he began touching the back of the human's head. Scar knew there was nothing here to help this bump. Taking the clothing he had stripped off the human, he wrapped it into a small ball, gently placing it underneath the female's head. The pyramid was built to house heat, in order for the monsters to survive as well as the humans.
Well…that's it. Now all Scar had to do was wait.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
Arkansas was back. Bigger than ever and with a vengeance. And it wasn't just her head this time. It felt like her whole body was on fire. She hadn't felt this bad since she accidentally fell from her first climb; breaking three ribs, her shin bone and both of her arms. She was thirteen.
Now twenty-eight and tougher than ever, it was hard to believe she was in enough pain to compare it to her infamous teenage fall.
She wanted water. Cold fresh water. Her throat seized up from the mere thought of it and wished she hadn't. But she couldn't help it. The more thirsty she felt, the more she wanted water. And the cruel process continued.
And by some odd miracle, God answered her prayers. She could feel her body being lifted off the floor slightly, her head and upper torso supported by something firm. A cold entity was placed on her lips and on contact, she automatically opened her mouth, eagerly wanting to take the cold, cool substance. But as soon as it's extreme sour taste landed on her tongue, she veered.
She gave off a weak scream, trying to shove the nasty glop out of her mouth, only to have it force down her throat. Although her senses exploded from wanting to vomit, she also felt extreme relief from pain.
And her thirst was gone.
She was gently placed back on the floor, a clicking sound from above.
Oh yeah, her mind said casually, Alien-guy is right there.
Her eyes flew open. There he was. Looming over her, his strange mouth/jaw clicking noisily. With a given yell, Lex sat up, startling both herself and her companion. She only sat up for less than a second when her body tighten and screamed in pain. She cried out, falling back down.
The Warrior silently cursed to himself for letting her startle him so. He was also surprised that she moved. He was sure the lack of blood would slow her. Of course, what did he know about human anatomy? Five fingers, two eyes, and small teeth. That's it.
Lex sat back up slowly this time, a headache pounding away in her brain. Through the pain and disorientation, she grasped the small thought that told her why she was hurting so much.
The demon. The blood. The battle. Ugh.
Why was she so cold? The jacket she bought was top of the line, guaranteed to keep her warm. It was the only brand she uses when she went climbing. Opening her pain filled eyes, she checked herself.
Blood. She was covered in it. Although she had a bandage over her wound, dried ugly blood draped down all the way to her fingers, making it look like she was wearing a red glove.
As she stared, she began to wonder why this seem odd. Yes, she remembered getting injured, falling down and all that jazz. But then what was…?
Ah, yes. There was a bandage on her arm. How it get there? And where did it come from?
She turned her head slightly to the left, looking at Alien-guy, who was busy looking over his damaged helmet. When he notice her staring, he growled something at her, before going back to his equipment.
It still wasn't clicking with Lex. She felt drugged. She placed a hand on her stomach, wondering what she had for lunch. Maybe there was something in her soup-
Wait. Where was her coat?
She looked behind her. There, smooshed up in a ball, laid her 'pillow'. Besides it, were the remains of her medical supplies. When she finally put two-and-two together, her mind exploded.
Scar was too busy touching and examining his helmet to pay attention to the human. How he wished he brought that spare battery with him! But noooooo! Ga'raa wanted him to bring shuriken instead of the spare battery. Well, Ga'raa was dead now. No point in antagonizing over dead superiors. A noise caught Scar's attention to his right, knowing very well it was the human and not a underling. Why is she-
If Scar hadn't been as quick as he is, he would've had a face full of fist.
Lex had it. Going on an expedition she never wanted, being hunted, having to seen her friends killed and now she was being raped by some squid? Screw this.
But the minute she threw that punch, she automatically regretted it. Scar was not one to get threaten and back down. If she wanted a fight, she got it. Scar grabbed Lex by the shoulders and shoved her back down on the ground. Looming over her, his gun focused on her head, a blue light shining as it charged.
Lex lifted her knee and shoved it where all males are vulnerable. She didn't know if affects aliens in anyway, but it didn't hurt to try.
It did hurt. Very much so. It felt like she had just rammed her leg into a stone wall, crying out a word that would kill a sailor. But she wasn't the only one who was in pain. Apparently, male aliens did have male parts. Or at least something along those lines. Whatever Scar had, it was enough for him to squeal and roll off Lex.
Free, Lex rolled away from her foe, knowing very well what he can do to her. Scar, still wincing from his injury, re-charged his gun and aimed. Lex dove forward grabbing a large piece of stone, throwing it in front of her at the same time the gun fired.
The two entities met in midair. Exploding in a mist of pebble and dust, both fighters dove at each other, weapons ready.
If spectators had been there to watch, they would've been amazed how neither fighter bothered to stand up during the whole duel.
There was a sound of skin colliding-slapping to some-and both figures did not move. As both of them realized, a move could considered their own deaths.
Scar had his own shuriken out and ready, a simple flick of the wrist would send it flying. Lex grabbed her slightly melted, but still pointy spear/club, hovering right above Alien-guy's eye. The shuriken would certainly kill Lex, but it would also give her enough time to shove in the spear.
Both of them sat there, staring one each other down daring. Lex was too close to get an accurate aim from Scar's gun, the hoister lay limped on his shoulder.
Ten minutes passed during their fight. The pyramid shifted.
First to break eye contact, (Though he knew very well he shouldn't have.) Scar looked to the hole he made in the ground, the walls underneath moving and changing.
Move now or don't move at all. No hesitation this time.
Lex seemed to understand the situation. Forgetting their quarrel, both of them disburse, Scar grabbing his helmet getting up. He began trotting towards the new opening, ready to jump down when he notice his companion wasn't following him.
Adrenaline is a wonderful thing. Blocks pain, heightens fear and heart race…keeps a person alive and going when needed. But after that moment is gone, the body is weak and back to normal. Pain and all. During the fight, Lex had to call on her human instinct of wanting to live. But now that the moment of death had passed, the pain and blood loss from her arm had come back to haunt her, her vision blurry as her head lump throbbed with each heartbeat. She could not find the strength to get up.
Scar had a choice. To leave her to bring her? He had paid his debt to her, she healed him and he healed her. He could leave right now without guilt, without a second thought. His mission was the hunt. That's it.
He watched as Lex struggled to get up, putting on her many clothes. She could not stand fully without swaying on her feet before falling over.
Scar looked to his freedom and then back to her. She was human. She was cattle. She is nothing more than another creature on this planet of fifteen billion.
But has cattle ever kicked ass before?
Oh hell. It just wouldn't be ethical.
With three long strides, Scar grabbed the dazed woman, throwing her over his shoulder. With a running leap, both he and Lex jumped into the stone hole in the ground, just before it was covered.
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
A/N: Well, that was kinda bad, but not really. I'm happy though. Hee hee hee! Oh, and if anybody is confused, shuriken are ninja throwing stars.
Anyhoo, R/R!