COZ EVERY BOY'S CRAZY 'BOUT A SHARP
DRESSED GIRL
CHAPTER 5
Without warning, a large, heavy pack landed on Sarah's stomach. She jolted from her dream, grabbing her gut in pain. "What the hell?" she yelled. The hunter walked over to her, grabbing the pack. As he opened it, an odd, elongated canister rolled out onto the bed. The hunter grabbed this, and headed over to the table. He looked back at Sarah, motioning for her to follow.
Sarah slowly rose to her feet, cautiously approaching the hunter. He pushed a button on the tube, opening it. The hunter reached in, butting out a small device, circular in shape with a screen of sorts in the middle. He pushed a button on the back and the clear ring on the rim filled with a blue fluid. Suddenly the fluid bubbled and turned green.
The hunter turned to her, guiding her closer. He reached a hand up, pulling a clasp free from her mask. "This may help you breathe without the mask." Sarah nodded, pulling the mask off. "Open your mouth," he commanded, "And put this in." She did as he asked, fitting the half sphere into her jaw. It was, to her surprise, not very uncomfortable at all.
She took a few deep breathes, waiting. She began to feel dizzy, just as before. Sarah pulled the object out, handing it back to him. "It didn't work."
He grunted, putting the mask over her face again, and clamped it in place. He put the device back in the tube, and closed it.
He grabbed her by the arm. Sarah tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He swung her around, so that they were facing. Sarah looked up at him, with a fearful expression. "What are you going to do to me?" she whispered.
The hunter pulled out a three foot long spear. Sarah pulled at her arm as she saw the weapon. She knew what these hunters could do. The hunter shoved the spear into her right hand, and closed her fingers around the grip. "Here." He said, and walked away.
Sarah looked at him, perplexed, and called after him. "Wait I don't understand!"
The hunter turned, replying, "Your kill was impressive. Prove yourself to me on a hunt, and I will let you keep the trophy." He unclamped the blade he took from the green hunter. He looked it up and down, giving it a few good swings, and then returned it to its clasp. "It will honor you greatly if you earn it."
Sarah looked down at the spear. She turned it around, examining it. It was actually extremely light. She twirled it around clumsily, and then set it down on the table. The hunter looked back at her. "I will teach you to use it. But you must gain my favor before I do." With that, he headed to the front of the ship.
Sarah gripped the middle of the spear again, tracing her finger down the edge of the bladed tip. She cut her finger slightly, finding that it was indeed razor sharp. She lifted the spear, holding it straight out. It was perfect for her; not to big, the shaft was thin enough to hold firmly. It was not a clumsy weapon either. The tip was not too long, maybe four inches. There was a diamond cut out of the center of the blade. The spear must have only weighed about three or four pounds.
She slid the spear down her belt, clumsily, having no idea where to put it. She began to walk over to the table, but the spear head had cut right through the belt. Sarah reached to grab it before it hit the floor, but missed. The spear hit the metal floor, giving off a loud clang. She picked it up quickly, hearing the hunter coming down the corridor.
"What are you doing?" He said. He looked at her broken belt, thinking to himself. "That is no good, come with me." Sarah followed obediently. After they got halfway down the hallway, Sarah felt her pants beginning to fall down. She stopped to get a grip on them before continuing. The hunter saw this, and pulled her over to him.
"No good for you. Too bulky." he said. Without warning he extended his wrist blade. Sarah backed up, but he grabbed her pants, yanking them clean off of her. Her handgun flew out and hit a nearby wall.
"Hey!" Sarah yelled at him, feeling extremely violated. The hunter looked up at her, and then back to the handgun. He grabbed the handgun, holding it up in front of her. Sarah pulled her shirt down, covering up her lower half.
"What is this for? You going to kill me?" the hunter questioned. He squeezed his hand into a fist, mangling the gun. He looked at it again, and handed it back to Sarah.
As she took the mangled gun from him, he grabbed hold of her shirt. In one swift motion, he tore it clean from her body. Sarah fell backwards, flat on her back, against the cold metal floor. She rolled over, grabbing at her back in pain. She looked over to him and wished she could just kick him in the face. She climbed to her feet quickly, and brushed herself off.
Standing in naught but her unmentionables, she folded her arms across her chest. "Why are you taking my cloths?" Sarah looked around, feeling very vulnerable.
The hunter replied, "For two reasons. One; so you can come on the hunt with me. Your clothing is baggy, makes noise, and could get stuck on something. Also, it is not durable." The hunter stopped, and reached over grabbing the mangled object that used to be a handgun. "Two; I don't want you hiding things from me. New cloths will be tighter. No place to hide anything. He stood, and walked into a room off the main hallway.
Sarah followed him, wondering to herself why she didn't just shoot the bastard when she had the chance. The Hunter grabbed some left over animal hide that had been sitting on the counter. He stretched it, making sure it wouldn't tear. He began to cut it with his wrist blade. Sarah watched him from the doorway.
The hunter walked over to her, putting his hands around her waist and then her chest. Sarah batted him away in surprise. "Stop!" she screamed.
The hunter grunted. "I need your size." Sarah sighed, wondering if the day could get any ore embarrassing. The hunter continued to feel around her body, taking measurements, which seemed more like guesses and estimates to Sarah.
She looked down to him as he sizes her hips. "You know, in my culture, you have to buy a girl dinner first."
He looked up at her, clicking his lower mandibles, and replied, "In my culture, only the strongest breed." He reached up, poking her muscular lacking arm. "You have nothing to fear."
The hunter rose, and returned to the table. He made more cuts into the hide. He pulled down a small thin blade, making incisions along the edges. The hunter folded the hide, making creases and adjustments. He grabbed another tool, clamping it over the edges to hold them. It left metal studs on the hide.
He turned to Sarah, waving her over. She reluctantly moved closer, examining the hide on the table. He handed her the new top he had made for her. It closely resembled an oversized brazier. She shrugged and put it on. He handed her a long thin strap of hide. "Put this through the hole to hold it together." he instructed. She laced it and tied the hide to her chest. It was oddly comfortable.
He turned to the table, picking up the other piece of hide. He handed it to her, pointing at her legs. "For the bottom," he said. She looked at the hide, which appeared to be a bikini bottom with a long flap on the front and back. She put slipped it on, adjusting herself.
"It's a little loose," she said. He pulled it off of her, slicing the sides open. The hunter took the small blade and made more slits in the sides. He pulled another thin strap off the table, lacing up the sides. He then returned it to her.
She put it on again, tightening the straps. "Perfect," she remarked. Sarah looked down at her new garment, examining it. The hide was tough, yet seemed to flow like silk. The flap covered most of legs in front and back down to her knees, but left her thighs exposed. "Kind of stylish," she said to him.
The hunter looked back at her, narrowing his gaze. "No, they are for better movement and protection." He shook his head at her. "Humans…"
The hunter grunted, waving her away dismissively.
Sarah left the room, heading to retrieve her spear. She stopped in the middle of the hallway, glancing out one of the windows. She put one hand on the cool metal railing, then the other. Sarah leaned against it, resting her chin on her folded arms, and peered intently into the universe before her.
Sarah couldn't help but wonder if she would ever rejoin humanity. Sarah missed her family, and now it looked like she wouldn't ever see them again. She moved away from the window, wiping a tear from her cheek, and headed to her room.