Hello you beautiful readers! Nope, not dead. Just busy with life and I can't begin to tell you all how truly sorry I am for the long wait! It's been over a year since I've update?! Unacceptable. I forced myself to write this all right now to please you all, I hope you will like it. Fave, follow, and review :)

"You fool, you foolish fucking human!" The translator at that point was dragging her by her throbbing wrist across the giant halls of the ship.

McKenna's heels were completely numb at that point, the soft texture of her feet were no match for the rough surface of the ground beneath her. If only she could see the ground, the metal walls around her were exhaling cloud of thick steam. It caused the ground to be completely invisible, only when her translator took giant steps with his sandal like shoes that the white like smoke was disturbed and set flying upward, giving her a peep of the metal ground.

Her translator had taken her from the dinner hall as soon as she picked the small hunter. The air was silent, so silent she could hear the blood rush in her ears and her heart beat against her chest. It had been five minutes, five minutes she spent looking at his back, wanting nothing more than to use it as a practice range to shoot bullets at.

Her wrist was broken. She was absolutely positive, no, certain that it was broken. It was the same, familiar pain she had when she first broke her wrist when she was little.

Her pupils dilated as she the flashbacks enriched her mind and were presented before her eyes.

"Mom! McKenna fell down again and she's not getting up." Her oldest brother shouted annoyingly behind him as he rested his hand on his hip.

Her senses were on fire. She could remember everything about that day: the humid weather, the sounds of the birds chirping in the background of the park, as if they were laughing at McKenna's unusual fall.

"Josh, what happened?" Their mother ran toward them as soon as she heard her son's frightening words. McKenna didn't move, not even at the gentle contact of her mother's hand on her bare arm.

"We were playing aliens and she wasn't fast enough. We needed to invade their ship," Josh pointed to the bright yellow slide at the other end of the park, "now they've taken off with the president because she has two left feet."

McKenna sniffed as her nose became runny. She desperately tried blinking back the tears but they managed to find another escape route. She never cried, her father also told her she was a strong girl who never cried and she wasn't going to start now. Her mother grabbed her by both her shoulders, attempting to lift the eight year old onto her feet. McKenna shook her head, making the braids on each side of her head poke into her eyes. She tried making herself heavily, not wanting to be moved. She knew if her mother saw the cuts on her knees that they'd have to go home and she didn't want to go home, she wanted to defeat the aliens. She couldn't defeat them if they went home.

"Come on honey, stand." Her mother reached for her wrist and that's when McKenna let out a scream, a scream that made her lift her head up toward the beating sun in dear pain.

Narrowing her eyes, she clenched her free hand into a fist, forcing her long nails into her palm, quickly trying to distract herself from her wrist. She wasn't going to cry, she never cried.

"You fool, you fucking fool," He repeated himself, spit was now flying from the corners of his mouth, his mandibles flexing outward as if to stretch them out, "you'll be dead soon."

Dead soon.

The dark hall never seemed to have an end to it.

"I didn't want to pick any of them," she shouted from between her teeth, "I picked the one I could have a chance against when it comes down to it."

"Even the runt will be a challenge for you." He purposely squeezed her wrist harder.

"I could take him blindfolded." McKenna shut her eyes and she hissed loudly.

Unknown to her, the translator smiled in response.

"Let me know how far you get after you've killed him, you have a whole ship to take down next and you haven't even seen the bigger hunters yet."

McKenna's face was a ghostly white, no emotion could be detected in her voice, "I'll be sure to let you know how it goes or you might have a bullet in that ugly ass head of yours before I get a chance to tell you the good news. I'm not that much of a talker when I got a gun in my hands."

She could hear him snarl deeply in a humors kind of way, a laugh maybe.

"Gun." He mimicked her. As if he was tasting the word, trying to recall what it was or how it looked like, "You've already sealed your faith. You'll be dead within the next couple of days."

"What are you talking about." She buried her heels against the ground again, no doubt burning her flesh and ripping the skin from it, she couldn't feel anything, nothing. He hadn't told her where they were going but she had never gone this far into the back of the ship. She had never seen that part of the ship before, skulls of all shapes and sizes were lines up. They shines and sparkled a white light like a stars.

So many skulls.

"What are you talking about. I did what you said, I picked one of those hunters and that was it." McKenna spoke with confusion.

He responded with silence, bringing her blood to a boil.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Her hand swung back in lightening speed and went full force into the back of his skull. Her body smacked into his back as he suddenly came to a stop. The rough nets on his back scratched her chest, chin and nose, she gasped from the sudden impact. It was like hitting into a bolder.

He swung around and when he did, he sent her flying into the wall.

The sound of her body impacting the wall made his chest tighten.

McKenna's head smacked the rock hard surface and went forward like a rage doll.

She couldn't breath, there was air but her lungs weren't working, she wasn't inhaling.

All but slowly, her ears rung and the world felt like it was spinning. It was like the birds were chirping again, from the day at the park, they laughed at her.

Her head hung down as her body slid to the ground like a helpless corpse. Everything was so blurry she thought she was drunk. She could see her still hands as droplets of blood fell down onto them like rain.

"Don't be afraid, honey it's just blood on your knees, we can go home and make it feel all better."

"But mommy, the aliens! We have to save the president!"

"See what the aliens did to you? They made you bleed, you'll be safer at home okay?"

It was at that moment that everything went black for McKenna.

She couldn't even hear the horrendous roar that escaped the translator as her lids shut permanently.