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Warning: In this chapter, there are negative mentions about religion, as a religious person I do not mean to disrespect anyone, it is not meant to do so!
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"Move!" Her translator raged, the thick veins that were beneath the scaly skin of his neck became visible with every word he spoke.
They had been continuously walking for a solid five mins, every minute that pasted by, McKenna noted that they would made a turn around the corner.
Everything around her was a blinding dark color, the unseeable ground beneath her was clouded with misty air. The fog reminded her of when someone placed dry ice in hot water.
"Jesus! I can't go any faster!" McKenna zestfully bickered back, trying to control her obnoxious breathing. Despite the hissing coming from various spots around the hallway, she could specifically hear her nostrils exhaling and the warm feeling of her breath on her upper lip.
Jesus. God. That's all the female said, she kept mentioning those things, the translator was beginning to acknowledge that it was the equivalent to Paya.
How sad.
"Jesus has nothing to do with this. Your God isn't with you." He purposely stopped walking, preparing for an outburst from the human. His massive feet planted neatly, side by side.
Something in the air became suffocating as those words fell upon McKenna's ears, her insides clenched, impacting her heart, her chest felt tight. Mimicking the translator's action, she stood still, her pupils dilated.
Blinking without an expression, McKenna was aware of the coldness that zapped her, her necklace felt like ice; cold dead ice.
The alien's mandibles flickered, bending and unbending, the back of his throat flexed, creating crackling sounds that echoed.
He didn't believe in his Paya, let alone the human one, it was meaningless to him.
He remembered praying to Paya countless times as a pup. He endlessly prayed for his cherished mother's life to be spared. She had been preciously attacked by younger, stronger females from rivaling clans that neighbored his own. There was no doubt she was dying. The powerful clan responsible was careless, since no one had obvious proof that it was indeed them, they did nothing.
They did nothing as the young pup cried for days into the taunting night for justice for his own flesh and blood.
No one believed him. His mother had grown so sick, her ability to speak was taken away. While beside his mother's death bed, she drew out to him the clan markings that belong to the murderous females. It had been the Centanu Clan; clan of death.
Still, everyone turned their backs to him.
He had never gotten the answers he wanted nor the help he had desperately begged for.
His last resort was Paya, who was said to help the Yaujta, who was said to listen to their prayers and guide them in times of need.
But, Paya did no such thing.
McKenna quickly crossed her ankles, allowing her to smoothly turn to face the towering being.
Licking her lips, she squinted her eyes, "He had always been here for me," the alien had never seen her face so blank before, "I don't know what your kind believes in but don't you dare go bad mouthing the one thing in this world that actually comforts me."
"Comforts you?" He stepped forward in disbelief, McKenna squeezed her hands into shaking fists of anger, "this is his way of comforting you, human? You are at my mercy, your own kind has given you up. Is that what you get for believing in him?"
"Your kind did this! Don't blame others, blame your fucking self."
"God can't help you, he never will. Stop saying his name."
McKenna remained oddly silent as she tried understanding his reasonings.
"Prepares you haven't done enough praying-"
"Shut up." McKenna suddenly screamed.
He laughed humorously.
He laughed, right at her. The hulking sound vibrated his chest and attacked her soul.
"No need to let your anger out on me, I didn't do anything, female, your God did."
"Stop talking!"
McKenna bit down on the back of her stiff jaw bone, her face wrinkled as her brows lowered, "Your words wont change me, I'll keep believing what I want to. I'm not surprised at your lack of faith, as far as I can tell, you were damned from the beginning."
McKenna lifted her chin courageously, capturing his eyes with her own.
She flinched as he provokingly roared, charging her with his loathing mandibles spread out wide and back arched, ready to strike.
Her ear drums buzzed from the perching sound, she eagerly shut her eyes, hoping the darkness would take her away from there.
God help me, take me home.
He stopped inches from her, readying to tear her apart.
He had never truly haunted humans before. Instead of being out in the battle field of the hunts, he had spent his youth years learning their complicated language just like his father and his father before him. He despised the humans.
"Move!" He once again yelled.
Opening her eyes, she carefully watched as he walked past her, heading towards a set of doors that was far up ahead, "No."
The translator smirked once again before lifting his left arm. She spotted an odd device, it flashed red symbols as he opened the flap of it, his long, black claw hovered over a button. He repeated her answer, "No?"
McKenna blinked rapidly, "No."
That's when the pain came. The unbearable pain came from her wrist device, the electricity attacked the nerves of her entire body, specifically her spine.
She collapsed to the ground with screaming tears building up in her eyes.
She knew this pain. She recalled a time when her and the drunk, older FBI agents, John and Emma, had jokingly dared each other to shock each other with their tazzer guns.
But this was a thousand times stronger, "Please stop!" McKenna's body twitched as she begged through her deafening screams.
He hit the button again, stopping the electricity, "Move."
Coughing hysterically with all her might, McKenna placed her hand over her chest with fear, the tears didn't stop.
Her own body was fizzing, like when your foot falls asleep and the painfully zapping pain that comes afterward, it was comparable to that but this time it was all over her body.
Oh God she was scared, she was so scared.
Her heart was beating dangerous fast, faster than she had ever felt it.
She flipped to her back where she looked up mercifully.
Bending down, the translator painlessly hooked his talons onto her shaking arm, pulling onto her feet, "The rule is simple. Choose a master."
McKenna was unresponsive.
He tightened his grip, adding more pain, McKenna jumped, trying to pulling away, "You will obey me or I will punish you again, this time 20 whips to the back!"
McKenna's mouth opened parted slightly, breathing as if she had ran a marathon, "And if don't pick a master?"
He snored, the skin around his eyes folded, he held McKenna by her arm like a rag doll, a dead, weightless rag doll.
"I'll give you such pain that not even your God will save you from it." He hatefully warned her.
"Once we are in there," he spoke, looking at the grand doors, "don't deny a hunter's touch. Allow him to have his way with you female, if you wish to disobey him, expect a battle; expect to die."
As soon as he pushed the doors open, McKenna could hear predatory barking and growling, like a pack of wild dogs had been unleashed.
There were Yaujta sized tables and Yaujta everywhere, the giant evening hall was infected with their beings, the mightly hunters that took humans as trophies.
Her scent sent various glances her way, red, yellow, brown glowing eyes harassed her.
She maintained to pick out humanly blue eyes in the crowd. She felt like a spell had been casted on her to remain where she was and to forever stare at them.
Something about them made her calm.
Such beautiful blue eyes.
Panicking, she lowered her head down to look at her bare feet.
They could all smell her; her intoxicating human scent.
She looked to her left and right, all she could see was pure muscle and claws. Weapons, mandibles, and roaring filled her vision and ears.
A couple of them even reached out to touch her back and legs, she cringed.
McKenna suck out, in a bad way. She was still trembling from the pain, it still lingered in the depths of her bones. She unknowingly leaned against her translator for balance. He seemed taken back by her touch. Pulling away from her, he began holding onto her upper arm to keep the childish human from falling.
Out of the five humans that we're sent to the Yaujta, he got stuck with this one.
He growled that very moment.
She was a weak, pathetic excuse for a human.
He was informed that she was from the most powerful country on their backwater planet. That she was a warrior.
What shame.
"Pick." He annoyingly flicked his wrist, causing her to jiggle like jell-o.
There was many different clans that attended the eventing that day, so many clans that the translator had lost track.
"Ease-" she swallowed, biting her lip from habit, "the damn grip."
He shook her again, fighting back the strong urge to rip her to shreds at that second. The translator looked upward, the hunters knew she was the last of the human females to pick a mate, "Walk around and pick one before I tell the lord to rip out your bones and show case them as the first human to be killed on our ship!"
At that moment, the translator stepped back and roughly released McKenna. She bobbled before finding it without herself to straighten up her posture.
It reeked heavily of alcohol and an earthy smell.
Pick one.
They all leaned in towards her as she walked, biting in her direction, wanting nothing more than to cause her harm. They were trained killers, trained to hunt humans and here was McKenna, walking amongst them without even a scatch on her flawless skin.
Pick the one that has the strongest urge to kill you.
McKenna placed her hand over the metal like bracelet that was on her wrist, motivating herself to keep walking, to obey the orders.
It wasn't before long that she saw the lone Yaujta sitting in the corner table, he looked young. He was also cowardly small compared to the rest of his kind that surrounded him. His skin was a sickly gray and green color.
His eyes were set on the high table in front of him, not taking any part in McKenna nor his agressive counterparts.
Pick the one that has the strongest urge to kill you.
No, she told the compulsive voice in her head.
The translator's watched in fury as the human walked toward the runt of his very own clan.
Damn female.
The translator's mandibles expanded outward, as if he was going to roar again at that moment.
The runt looked up and saw the female, perhaps it was the first time he had ever been so close to a female of any kind.
In the eyes of hundreds she placed her hand on the pitiful hunter's shoulder.
"I pick you."