Ok chapter 3 is here! It did take me a while to bring this chapter together. I had also just read my first Predator book, Predator Big Game. It was so good I finished it in three days. But it was really gory... really, really gory. Well, any way…Thanks to all of you who have reviewed my story . Hope you enjoy reading what will happen to Yeyinde!

Escaping

Yeyinde raced down the hall. There was only one thing on his mind, getting out of here. He knew he couldn't save his clan, or who's left, with no weapons. He was running faster then he had ever run before in all his life. His dreadlock tangled and whipped in the air as he rounded another corner. He didn't even know what he was looking for. The only thing he knew to do was run.

"Once I'm out of here I can think clearly, and then I'll think of a plan to save my clan."

His body seemed to be on autopilot as he rounded yet another corner. BOOM! the next thing he knew he was on his back. His arms and legs lay extended, lifeless on the floor. His eyes seemed to drift farther back into his head.

How Yeyinde wished he could lie on the floor forever. Forget everything. It was the best he had felt since he came to this planet. How long he laid there no one will ever know. He closed his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh which seemed more like a growl. He knew he had to get up and face what ever it was that knocked him down. Using the wall as a support, he rose on his wobbly legs. He found that he had run into a door. He snickered. He felt so stupid for running into a door, and yet so happy to see a way out of this endless hall.

He could see a small slit running down the center of the door that showed were it opened.

"Well I guess it won't hurt to open it. It could be a way out of this nightmare"

He shoved his claws into the thin slit. His muscles bulged. With much prying, tearing, and ripping the door opened revealing a large plane hanger.

His eyes widened as saw what was concealed behind the door. Planes. To Yeyinde's left and right were long rows of all sorts of planes. He walked up the left side inspecting every aircraft. His hands ran over every curve and bolt of the planes. The smooth metal felt good under his ruff hands. He had never seen such simple flying machines before. As he ended the row he heard a low rumbling coming from behind him. His hold body did a full 180 turn. A Cessna was starting in the right row of planes. He quickly ducked under the plane he was inspecting. His eye never left the Cessna as it pulled out of its row. That was his first mistake. He neglected to notice the three armed men also inspecting the plane come right towards him.

"Man that was a great cup of jo man," the man on the far right exclaimed has he bent under a plane to see if there were any oil leaks.

"That wasn't coffee, that was mud," The man in the middle yelled as he folded his arms and raised his head to the ceiling.

Under the plane, Yeyinde watch the Cessna. Watched, as plane slowly turned out of the row and down the long stretch of concrete. As it reached the end of the row the plane hanger door slowly opened to reveal the seemingly smiling sun.

This is where Yeyinde made his second mistake. His want for freedom from his prison was too strong. When he saw that open door everything in his body told him to run; run as fast as he can. His mistake was he gave into his desire. He leaped from under the plane and with all his power headed for the door.

"Hey, when we get our break lets-."

Suddenly the man on the right was interrupted by the man on the far left's screams as a large human like creature leaped from under a plane a few yards in front of them. Instinctively, all three of the men reached for their guns. Almost in unison they pulled the triggers. The sound of the shots echoed in the hanger.

Yeyinde could feel anther smile creep its way onto his face. Finally he was going to get out. But his smile soon turned into a loud roar, as he felt a sharp pain on this bare back. He felt his warm neon blood poor from his open wound. He stopped for a moment to realize what happened. He recalled hearing three shots. Luckily, only one had made its target.

His body, his instincts, screamed at him to look back, to fight.

"NO," Yeyinde yelled in his head "Not now that I'm this close!"

Yeyinde picked up his pace. The next few minutes were a blur. He heard anther gun shot accompanied by the same painful sting, this time in his left shoulder. But he kept running. He was almost caught up to the Cessna. Then a crazy thought jumped in his head. But then again pain does things to the mind. Soon he was running along side the plane. His head teetered, looking at the plane one minute and then looking at where he running the next. Anyone could tell Yeyinde was planning every step, every moment, in his head.

Like in the hunt he moved in for the target. His hands firmly grasped onto the metal rod that was attached to the wheel. Right then the plane left the earth, climbing higher and higher into the air. The men on the ground could only watch as the plane turned into a blur on the horizon.

Then one of the men reached for his walkie-talkie. While pushing the button on the side he said "Dr. Penazell, operation #16492's first stage is complete."

"Good…Good," A scratchy voice from the walkie-talkie replied.

Yeyinde held tight. His long muscular legs wiggling, and waving in the wind like a flag. His dreadlocks wiped against his mask every time the plane made a turn. He did find it odd how the pilot did not notice a 300 pound alien hanging on to his plane, but the thought quickly left his mind, better not to jinx his luck.

After about an hour, Yeyinde realized just how much blood he had lost. The humans had also taken his medical kit. The constant pain in his shoulder and back didn't help. He felt his vision growing more and more blurry. He could feel his hand slowly slipping. In his mind he yelled "Hang on!" Too bad his body was not listening. His eye lids closed and popped open over and over. His left hand finally gave into the pain. Now his whole weight was being held by only by his right hand. Yeyinde knew he couldn't hold on much longer. His mind and senses were going more and more numb. First his sight, then his senses of smell faded. His sense of touch seemed to stay with the plane as his right hand finally gave in. He could tell his sense of hearing was next. The rumbling of the plane grew softer and softer as he fell further and further. He could taste the bitterness of defeat that senses would never leave. That much he knew. The last thing he remembered was a bone shattering pain in his back, and then he blacked out.

Ok that's all for chapter 3! My dad is a pilot and used to take me flying in a Cessna. So that's were I got the plane idea from. In chapter 4 we will FINALLY get to meet Ally! Please review to let me know what you think --!