A/N: Alright, here is the much awaited chapter five. Now I am going to be shifting the story over from Nytasha to her daughter, the way I originally meant it to be. So, for all you people who truly love Nytasha, sorry, but it was inevitable. But hey, at least you'll get to hear more about her daughter in the next chapter.

Chapter 5

Death and Life

1 ½ weeks later

Ever since her almost successful escape attempt, the human girl the Predators had taken captive had been kept in a drug-induced haze. As a control measure, they fed her through a feeding tube and gave her extra nutrients and needed vitamins through an I.V. There were not taking any chances with the child growing within her. Every day they put her and the growing baby through multiple tests. Some were to help her and the child's health, and some were to further the unborn one's intelligence or abilities. The Predator scientists, after much deliberation they realized that the type of birthing that they had been considering, a cesarean type operation to remove the child, could result in later problems down the line with other pregnancies. After discussing it further, they decided that they would have Nytasha go through the labor like it was a normal human pregnancy. If anything went wrong, they would operate and remove the child before it could be endangered. Among other problems that they encountered were that her body rejected the being inside of her, and it was creating anti-bodies against it. After lots of testing, they came up with a drug that would totally suppress her immune system, wipe out the already made antibodies and let the child mature without being attacked.

Nytasha lay on the metal table, her pale blue eyes unfocused and glazed from the amount drugs invading her system. She had begun labor twelve hours ago; instantly they had drugged her, knowing that she wouldn't be able to handle the extended pain. Even if she wanted to, Nytasha couldn't have batted an eyelash. The contractions that caused her abdomen muscles to ripple and contort didn't faze her; she couldn't feel anything.

"She's fully dilated," one of the Predators told the others, and they nodded in agreement. Quickly and efficiently, Nytasha's feet were tied down to keep her legs in the right position for the birthing. Next, they tied straps to the legs of the table, and placed the loops in her hands; these would be used for her to strain against. With everything in place, one last needle was stuck into her arm (already covered in track marks and bruises from all the injections). Almost instantly, the serum that had been introduced to her bloodstream released her from the painless world she had been living in. A scream was ripped from her as she arched her back and tried to curl up.

"The child is coming whether you want it to or not," the head Predator told her very calmly as she fought the contractions.

"Oh God! Make it stop!" Nytasha screamed hysterically, gripping the straps and hauling on them as she lifted herself like she was trying to sit up. "It's tearing me open!" The Predator made no move placate her, it was the child he cared about, not her. Sweat bathed her body and she was panting and grunting in between screams as she struggled against the thing in her that was trying to get out.

"No! Just carve it out!" Nytasha abruptly flopped backwards and tightened all of her muscles and bore down on the child to force it out of her.

"Wait." The Predator hissed as the teenager twisted the straps around her hands and started panting as she waited for the correct moment. She wanted it out, right now! "Now." Nytasha yanked on the straps as she pushed as hard as she could.

"Jeddeck!" The name burst forth from her without thought, she called for the one she loved truly, wanting him to come and comfort her. Skin split apart and blood gushed forth as the hybrid's head came into sight. Agony washed over the young woman in waves as she fought nausea and tears. She only was able to hold one back. Tears spilled over and streamed down her cheeks to mingle with sweat and blood. For about five seconds, the pain eased, but just as she began to catch her breath, it crested again.

"Push!" Again she did, and it brought a pain unknown to most bursting forth through her body. The Predators were shifting around, her bored with the process and ready for the child to come. The baby's head was all the way out, and the head doctor held it while they waited for the next contraction. They didn't have to wait long. This time Nytasha didn't need to be told what to do; she knew when to push.

As soon as the hybrid was born, it was whisked off, and after Nytasha delivered the placenta, she was drugged so the doctors could try to fix the damage she had sustained. Hundreds of tiny little stitches were put in her, not only inside to fix the tears that pushing the child out had caused, but in her hands where the straps had sliced and ripped into her palms. Overall it was a huge success; a child that would save their race and a woman who would be able to breed and deliver more of them.

While the Predators planned who would contribute sperm to impregnate the human next, Nytasha was slowly becoming immune to the drugs that they had put her on. For hours at a time, she regained consciousness and control over her body. Unsure of what to do, she would remain prone, acting like she was still under the influence of the drugs. During these moments of lucidity she would quietly search her mind for what to do. One thing that she was sure of was that there was no way in hell that she would give birth to another child. The Predators had tried to get her to feed the creature she had given life to, but she had refused. They told they had named it Reza, meaning "reaper of life" in their language.

It was a month after the birth of Reza, and Nytasha was almost completely resistant to the drugs they had her on. When she was able to, she would survey the room, searching for something that would help her escape. There never was anything. One time, when she had awoken and there had been no one watching her, she had gotten up and explored the room. Behind the curtain to her left she had found the supposed savior of the Predators, her daughter, Reza. She had always assumed that the child would look like one of the terrible monsters that kept her prisoner, but she had never been more wrong. Looking in the glass box that it was kept in, she realized that Reza was as much a slave to fate as she was. The infant's head had been stitched together and Nytasha knew that the Predators had sliced the child open and done something to it.

"You almost look human," the girl had whispered to her child. She knew that there was no way she could ever hate the baby, because she had not done anything to her. It was not her fault that her father was a Predator, but Nytasha knew that she couldn't grow too attached because she was going to have to get out of there. If she let herself care for the child more than she already did, it would make it harder. As if the hybrid had heard her, Reza had opened her eyes to reveal vivid green depths that held an inhuman intelligence to them. For a moment they stayed like that, but Nytasha had to hurry back to her bed so as to not be missed by the Predators.

Now as Nytasha lay on the table, she could hear the Predators operating on her child again. It was sickening to her, how obsessed they were to create this perfect all powerful being that they would torment such an innocent so. It made her pity the child, but she had to hardened focuse on how to get out. She already knew that there was no chance of escape. The only way out was death, but she had no way to die. Glancing at the table next to her she spotted a scalpel they must have accidentally left from the last time they had examined her. Carefully, she reached out and snatched it. Shrill cries from Reza caused her to pause a moment before sliding the blade underneath her. Closing her eyes, the sixteen-year-old forced her heart to beat at a normal pace. Eventually, she slipped into a natural sleep, knowing that when she woke up she would finally be able to free herself.

'So much pain. Why did it hurt so much? Why do they keep on hurting me?' Opening her eyes, Nytasha woke from her sleep and looked around blearily. 'Where had that voice come from?' she wondered, slipping her hand under her to retrieve the scalpel.

'Mommy?' The voice from before questioned. Could it possibly be Reza? Predators weren't psychic though Nytasha thought. 'Where are you?'

'No!' Nytasha thought back.

'Yes you are, I can feel it.' The being in the incubator next to her was much more intelligent than it had any right to be. Nytasha shook any thought of Reza from her mind and slipped the plastic cover off the blade, grinning when she realized how sharp it really was. 'What are you doing? Why do you have that?'

'I'm going to use it to fix a mistake.' Nytasha told her daughter as she placed the blade on the edge of her wrist. How many times had she heard about someone killing themself this way? It was easy. Then why was she hesitating? Was it Reza? No, she would not allow herself to become these things breeding machine. In one swipe she neatly cut her wrist open in a neat but deep, diagonal line. Blood gushed out, the warm salty liquid pumping out in time to her heartbeat.

'Mommy!' Reza screamed and began to fuss next door. Unfazed, Nytasha placed the blade beneath her ear, oblivious to the pain wracking her from the grievous wound she had inflicted upon herself.

'I'm coming Jeddeck I hope you have waited for me'

Lying in her crib, Reza froze. Though only a month old, the savior of the Predator race understood the meaning of loss. She knew the meaning being alone. Unwanted by the very person who had given her life. Closing her eyes, Reza felt her mother's spirit depart and she began to wail.

When the body was found, no tears were shed for her; no one cared that she had died. Nytasha was just another human; they were weak beings that had no right to exist on the same plane as the Predators. She was buried in an unmarked grave. No prayers were said for her.