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A couple of hours had passed since Eris had felt the ship take off. It wasn't an experience she was necessarily fond of, but she definitely didn't have a choice in the matter. Looking at the girls all over the room, some of the groups had stopped crying, some were still doing so, and other seemed to be going insane.
The groups who were crying were still huddled in the middle of their cells, backs facing outward towards the bars while their faces were all facing inward. They had created their own space to avoid looking at the Predators. If they weren't in a situation like this, Eris would assume that they had something to hide so they were making absolutely no way for you to look in at what they were keeping secret.
The groups that had stopped crying had separated from each other, still keeping their distance from the bars just in case a Predator decided they wanted to stick their giant hands in and grab them. Their eyes were lifeless as they either stood or sat still. As Eris stared at them, they didn't even bother to look back, almost like they were empty inside; husks of what they once were and trying to reboot.
There was one cell that seemed to be going ape shit, though. The commotion coming from their cell made Eris want to go over there and slap them all, they were incredibly annoying to listen to. Loud screams of 'let me out' and 'get me the fuck out of here' were played on repeat as everyone else had to listen to it. Sure, Eris knew that they had reason to be so stressed out, but there was no way in hell they were going to be let out. Now everyone had to listen to it. They were all stressed and in the same situation, their screams were one hundred and fifty percent the last thing any of them needed right now. Running around their cell screaming at the top of their lungs, panicking, flipping out, kicking the bars, grabbing the bars and trying to shake them lose, not helping in the slightest. Whatever they were doing wasn't getting the Predator's attention anyway, so Eris wished they would just stop.
Then there was her cell. Three women who were all sitting with their backs against the bars, one on each side leaving one wall of bars completely empty. Eris had found a small rubber ball in her pocket, so they were gingerly passing it along to each other, making sure not to lose it and lose the only entertainment that they had. Sure, the screaming ladies were entertainment, but they were only entertaining the first ten minutes of their rampage. Now, hours later, they were no longer entertaining.
"Guys," Eris spoke out while stopping the rolling rubber ball between her stretched out lets, making sure she used as much coverage to not let the ball slip through the bars along with the other girls. "I have to use the bathroom, what do I do?" She had no idea how she was going to go but seeing as the whole room wasn't filled with urine and feces, she figures they all got to use the bathroom at some point since Alegra had been there for nearly a week and Cara a few days. The cell was spotless.
"They take us cell by cell for food and bathroom breaks." Cara caught the ball that Eris had rolled to her, rolling it to Alegra in turn.
"So, how long until you think they'll do that?" She watched Cara roll the ball to Alegra. She tried not to take her eyes off of it, not wanting to ruin the game for everyone by looking in another direction and letting the ball roll through the bars.
"Anytime now I would think," Alegra contributed as she picked up the rubber ball, examining it with her thumb and index finger before rolling it back to Eris. "It's like clockwork, but we don't get to see the time. We haven't figured that part out yet. Seems like a set schedule, though, at least that's how its been since I have been here."
Instinctively catching the ball and rolling it back to Cara, Eris thought it over for a moment. It had felt like hours since she had last seen one of the gargantuan monsters, not that she wanted their company but not knowing what was happening on their end was unnerving. "Well, I hope it is soon. Since my nerves have calmed down my tank has realized that it is full and I will definitely need to be relieving it at some point in the near future."
They shared a laugh, all having been there since they had to hold it. It was like being a dog left in a kennel at home: You had to wait for your masters to come home and let you out to use the bathroom. If you went before they came to get you, you'd be soaking in your own shit until they got home. And if that happened, you'd get your nose rubbed in it. Eris was not too thrilled about getting her face smacked into her own bodily fluids. She was used to going to the bathroom outside anyway, but she didn't want to expose her new friends and random other women to her homemade goods.
"Speak of the devil." Alegra held onto the ball that rolled to her, her eyes shifting to the door that was opening. Two Predators walked in, silencing the women who were screaming. Figures they would scream for them to let them out and then cower once they were in the vicinity; made no sense.
One of the Predators was the same as before, the one who had brought Eris and the girl after her into the corral. She recognized him by the light golds and browns of his skin, a pattern that was unique and unlike something she had ever seen before. The only thing she could even think to compare the markings to was a snake. There were so many morphs of snakes and by seeing the second Predator, she knew there were different skin types and morphs to these creatures, too.
The second Predator's skin was more of a rust color with golden highlights in the mix of reds and browns. A bit shorter than the first one, he still towered over the women in front of them. Dark brown tresses connected to this one's head, unlike the solid black from the other. When he turned to face her, Eris noticed a prominent scar that was in the middle of its forehead. The scar looked like an upside down crescent moon with a little triangle in between in. She had no idea what it meant, but she wondered why he had a scar and the first one did not.
She watched while they opened the first cell, the girls instinctively standing up, shivering and shaking as they walked passed the huge creatures, their pace quickening to get by them faster. One of the girls stayed on the ground, Eris guessing that this was her first go-around too, but since her cellmates didn't talk she had no idea what she was going to. Clicking noises and grumbles were exchanged between the two males before one of them went in and grabbed the girl, bringing her to her feet while she begged for them to stop, forcing her to leave the cell and out of the room.
"Tough crowd." Cara made her way to the side where Alegra was, getting a better view on what was happening. When the last Predator left the room, the ball stayed in Alegra's hands. It was a good thing the game had froze for a moment since Eris really wanted to see how everyone reacted to the Predator's opening their cells.
"I'm just glad the screaming stopped." Eris spoke honestly with a monotone voice. Again, she knew that what they were going through was rough, but it was a very unnecessary thing to do in a time like this and helped no one.
When Eris was working, she found herself in her own thoughts during the day, making up scenarios that would never happen and see them through. One of her favorite things was to see what she thought each coworker of hers would do in a zombie apocalypse. Some of them she would want on her team, but others were people she knew wouldn't do well.
The groups she split her coworkers in were simple: The Fighters were people she knew would be able to fight if their clan was taken over by another clan or if zombies had managed to break in. The Innovative were the ones who would be able to use skill and crafty thinking in order to promote the clan and be able to help make a shelter or have ideas on how to have a successful zombie apocalypse. The Brave were the ones she knew would be able to go outside and scavenge for things, keeping their clan alive by supplying food and being able to fight off zombies if they were getting too close to their home. The Useless were the people who were only in the group because someone else wanted them there, a best friend or a family member that really only used supplies without contributing to anything in the clan. The Traitors were people who she would never let join her clan since she knew they would try to usurp the leader and make it their own or somehow get their clan killed off. And last but not least The People-Who-Will-Panic-And-Get-You-Killed-Within-A-Matter-Of-Minutes-Due-To-Their-Lack-Of-Self-Control-And-Ability-To-Think-Under-Any-Amount-Of-Pressure. That one was pretty self-explanatory.
The women in the cages screaming belonged to the last group. Not being able to handle pressure and letting their emotions take over instead of trying to think everything out rationally.
When the first group of women came back in, the three women stared at them through the bars. They walked back in like ghosts. "What the hell happened to them?" Eris noticed their hair was missing, wondering what kind of bathroom break that was; never in her life did she go to the bathroom and come back to no hair.
"I don't know," the tone in Alegra's voice was low as the last of the girls made it in the cell before the Predators opened another. Everyone in the room had seen the first group come back different, a panic set in as the second group was a lot more hesitant to leave their cells as the first. "But it looks like that's going to happen to all of us."
Her heart began to beat faster as each group came back the same as the first: Bald and in different garments. She wasn't afraid of being bald, couldn't care less, but what the hell was going on to where they were getting modified?
It wasn't long until theirs was the cell that was being opened. As the girls in the cell before theirs returned in their prison, the three girls stood up and awaited their fate. When the Predators made their way over, they exchanged looks to each other before looking at the women. They had acted differently than the women before them, intriguing them. When they opened the door, each woman walked out one after the other, Eris in front since she was closest to the door.
Walking towards where all of the others girls walked, Eris wasn't sure where to go when she would exit. Ghost faces staring through her as she made her way out of the room. When she and the other girls were fully out of the cell room, she stopped and waited for instruction, looking at Alegra and Cara to help lead her to where they were going since they had walked this path before. When the two girls stopped next to her, she knew they had to wait for the Predators.
"You don't know which way?" She spoke to both of the girls in a whisper as the Predators closed the door to the prison. Shaking their heads, Eris knew this was something they had not experienced. Sure they had to know where to go, but in their previous excursions through the ship they came back with hair and this time they knew they were going somewhere completely different where their hair would be gone.
The Predator with the crescent moon scar on his forehead took the lead while the other non-marked Predator trailed behind them to make sure nothing happened. Eris wasn't too sure why since the ship was a fucking circle that would make gathering them easy if one of them decided to trail off.
Clicks and foreign words filled her ears while they talked to each other through the metal ship, hearing their sounds echo behind them. She recognized when they said 'oomans', knowing they were talking about her and the other two. It sounded enough like 'human' that she at least figured it was the same but knowing this race it could mean a completely different thing. She liked feeling like she knew at least something about them.
The walls looked different than a few hours ago when she had first set foot in the ship. Her senses were heightened but this time with more focus than before. She was trying to get out before and now she was able to study and think about her next move, unphased by her once manic state.
The scarred Predator stopped at a wall, one that Eris wouldn't even begin to give a second look at, pressing a camouflage panel. She wondered how many rooms were on this ship since she clearly thought it was a control room, circle hallway, and the prison room. With how hidden these doors were, there could be countless rooms. She cleared her throat at the thought, looking behind at the girls behind her. They shared a worried look and nod as the door opened. Facing forward once more, they followed in after the first Predator, the second one making sure there was no room for their controlled escape.
Eris's eyes shut immediately as the bright, luminescent lights sprung to life in front of her. The hallway was dimly lit with a red light, making her once big pupils from the darkness shrink, closing her eyes before slowly opening them with each rapid blink at the light. When her sight was adjusted, her mouth gaped open.
The wall directly in front of her was all glass, exposing Outer Space right in front of her. The dark void with beacons of yellow glowing in the great distance, nothing else in sight. Her stomach sank. She knew that they were on a ship and she knew that she was in Space, but she hadn't seen it. Her subconscious was convincing her that she was still on Earth in some weird serial killer's basement with a bunch of other women, but still on her homeland. Now she was able to see the caliber of the situation she was in. She was in fucking Outer Space.
In the middle of the obnoxiously bright room was a metal table with straps attached to the sides and a triangular laser looking contraption above it. Her stomach sank even further when she knew she would clearly be laying on that table in her too near of future. Metal counters and cabinets lined the far wall to the left of where she walked in, a bench on the right. She didn't know what was about to take place, but she wasn't ready for it.
Motioning for the girls to take a seat on the bench, the Predator that trailed in behind shut the door and returned to his kith and kin. With their backs turned towards them, the girls looked at each other while sitting.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Alegra kept her eyes on the Predators in front of her, not risking being caught off guard by whatever was about to happen.
"I don't know, but I'm scared." Cara's eyes were on the table with the laser looking structure above it.
The Predators turned around before Eris could chime in, walking over to Cara before the non-scarred one grabed her arm and pulled her up off of the bench. Her eyes grew wide as panic began to hit her hard. It was one thing to be in a cage separated from them and another to be face to face with one as they manhandled you.
Without thinking, Eris immediately stood up and grabbed the Predator's wrist with one hand and Cara's arm with the other. "Take me first," She gently tugged at the Predator's hand, knowing that any sort of strength she had would be nowhere near that of theirs. She was hoping the gentle pressure would communicate that she wasn't trying to stop what was happening to them, but volunteer to be the one to go first. "I'll go. Let me go first." Her voice was soft as she connected eyes with Cara before turning them to meet the amber gaze of the Predator. Her face was calm as she tensed her brows a tad, one raising higher than the other. "Please."
Eris felt the hand on Cara release, bringing it up to meet her shoulder. With a nudge, he used his hand to guide her towards the table. Her heart was racing as she looked at the contraption in front of her. Turning her head up slightly to look at the creature, she didn't know what to do from here. Hell, she didn't know what she was doing period. Would she have stepped in had she not known that they were going to survive whatever happened and be returned to their cells?
The non-scarred Predator moved back towards the other women to keep them in line as the crescent Predator stepped forward. His yellow eyes stared deeply at her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his deep gaze suggested that he was studying her as his head cocked back at her recent chain of events.
Moving closer to her, she felt him begin to walk around her, touching her shoulder with one of his claws sent goosebumps throughout her body. As he trailed from one shoulder, behind her neck, and to the other blade, her eyes stayed still. "What is he doing?" Eris thought to herself as he continued his nail-dragging work around her throat and back to where he had begun.
His hot gaze left her before returning to his kind next to the other women. More unknown words were exchanged before he brought his eyes back to her, catching her staring back at him. Bringing his hand to the ball of her shoulder, Eris flinched as he bunched up the material of her clothes in his fist and tug gently.
Looking down at the bunched clothing and back at him, he tugged once more. Taking in a deep breath, Eris knew exactly what he wanted from her. She had to undress. Shooting a frightened look at the girls before looking back at him, she gave him a nod with her head before taking her sights to the metallic floor.
Bringing her hands to the hem of her shirt, she grabbed at the opposite end that each arm belonged to, making her arms cross as she bunched the material. Lifting up to expose her stomach, she removed the shirt in one fare swoop. When the shirt hit the ground, she continued her actions before her anxiety stopped her. Bringing one leg up after the other, she began to remove her shoes and socks, placing them inside of the shoes before bending down and setting them next to each on the cold floor. Letting her feet adjust to the cold metal, she straightened up, bringing her hands up and placing them on her pants. Unbuttoning them, she slid the zipper down before easing them down her thighs, passed her knees, below her shins, and to her ankles. Lifting one foot up and out at a time, she kicked them aside when her last foot left the denim.
She stood there just about naked before realizing what she was doing. She felt the panic want to take over her, lingering in the back of her head and in her throat. Pushing it back down, she let out a shaky breath before gingerly sliding down each one of her bra straps off of her shoulders, reaching back to unclasp it. One it hit the floor, she let her thumbs loop in the material of her underwear right at each hip. Stopping for a moment, she closed her eyes. She didn't want to do it but gritting her teeth and nodding her head to herself, she slid them down. Taking one foot out at a time like she did to her pants, she kicked her underwear to the side. Completely naked.
Looking back at the Predator, she quickly removed her gaze from him and to the table in front of her. She knew without him telling her that she had to lay on it. Climbing up, she maneuvered her legs around on the chilled table before leaning back against it. It was like sitting in a lawn chair, half raised up at the back, sloping down before meeting a straightaway for her butt and legs to rest perfectly on. She stared straight ahead into Space instead of looking over at the women. They were all scared, but she wanted to make this as easy on them as she could. She had only known them for a couple of hours, but she already cared for them deeply. If her cooperating and showing them that nothing bad was going to happen would ease their minds, then she would do it; though she didn't know that nothing bad was going to happen.
"M-di" the unscarred Predator spoke as the crescent scarred one reached for the straps. Eris watched in the periphery of her vision as the scarred one turned his head, nodding, and turned his attention back to her. If those creatures smiled, the way that he was looking at her was definitely a smile. Putting the straps down, he walked to her feet to look at her for a moment before walking to the opposite side. Pressing some buttons, another flinch escaped her body as the table began to fall flat, leaving her laying down.
A few more buttons pressed before the laser contraption began to move, heading towards her feet. With mechanical clicks and rattles, it stopped once it was completely over her toes, a couple inches under her feet.
The luminescent lights faded down, leaving the room almost black as the contraption began making sounds again. Eris lifted her head to see what it was doing when she saw a neon green light illuminate from the lasers point. Her toes curled as the laser began to draw itself towards her toes. Once the light hit, Eris could feel a slight tingle as the laser traced over her toes and moved its way up her body. She didn't know what was going on as it made its way up her shins, slowly to her thighs, and over her private regions. Setting her head back down, she closed her eyes as she felt the tingle of the laser over her skin.
A couple breaths later, she opened her eyes once more to see the laser right above her face. Dragging across before she stared straight into it, she was surprised when her eyes didn't burn from the laser gliding over them. The tingles continued as she felt it on the last part of her scalp. Once the laser was complete, it drifted back to her feet. Letting the saliva in her mouth that accumulated from her anxiety, she let her eyes close, thinking it was all over.
She was wrong.
The machine spun up again, spitting out a blue light this time instead of the green one from before. Lifting her body up again, she let out a groan of pain when it hit her toes. She didn't know what was going on. Everything in her body was telling her to run but she stayed put. "You're going to live. If all of the other girls did this then you can, too." Eris began to pep talk herself up in her head as the painful blue laser continued to slowly make its way up her body, slower than the green one.
As it continued on its path up her body, Eris wanted to get up and run. Turning her head to look at the girls on the bench, she saw the terror in their eyes at what was happening to her through the darkness between them. She wanted to get up, wanted to get off the table and stop what was happening, but a lingering thought in her head was that there was a giant creature right next to her, ready to pounce if she moved without him wanting her to, strapping her to the table where she was sure to panic. Being on the table with no straps gave her the illusion that she could leave any time and that she was testing her mental strength whereas being strapped meant she had no pseudo choice in the matter.
The agonizing pain trailed up her body until it finally reached her face. She kept her eyes open until it came to her nose, amazed that she had made it this far with little movement against the pain. When she was about to close her eyes, she noticed that the machine had stopped.
Gazing up at the point of the laser, she had no idea why it had stopped. Looking over towards the crescent Predator next to her, she noticed that he was completely unconcerned with it stopping. As she stared at him, she noticed a purple glow fill the room. Turning her sights back on the laser, she watched as it picked up right where it left off at her nose, trailing its way up again. Closing her eyes, she was glad she did so since the pain was the exact same as the blue light before it. When the pain left the top of her scalp, she was worried for another laser when the machine went back down to her feet once more.
Eris jerked her head to the side when she felt the Predator grab her arm, noticing its arm across her chest. "Turn over." She shook her head when she thought she had understood his foreign language. Staring at him, he gripped her tightly before repeating himself, "Turn over." His guttural voice sterner than before. Letting the palms of her hands flatten against the metal table, she brought herself up and turned her body over, the cold soothing her once hot body. It was then she noticed that the table wasn't as smooth as it was before, but instead grainy. Letting her eyes focus in the dark, she couldn't tell what was causing the textures in the table.
When she placed her cheek on the table, she was caught off guard when the Predator had moved it, resting her nose and forehead on the table instead. Uncomfortable as it was, she wasn't about to protest. The laser turned back on, repeating the same process. The green left tingles on her body while the blue and purple lights left a trail of pain.
When the lights turned back on, Eris's forehead was still in contact with the table, not knowing if she was able to pick it back up. When she felt another hand on her shoulder, she knew she was able to get up. Sitting up on the table Eris began to feel a breeze on her head, feeling the uncomfortable sensation from when you have a stray hair on your body, but this time it was followed by more and more. She had to let her eyes adjust to the light once more before she could see what was happening and she didn't like what she saw when everything was clear.
Looking down at her body, Eris brought her hands up as she found herself picking up her long black hair off of her body. Her lip pursed upwards as she started to brush it off of her bare skin. She knew she was going to come out of this with no hair, but the experience was strange. When all of the hair was off of her body, she brought her hands up to feel her head; completely bald. She looked over at the girls in front of her, dumbfounded by what had just happened.
Setting her hands back on the table, she felt the grainy textures again. Looking down at where her hands were, it was like she had shed her skin. The whole table was covered in skin follicles. Looking down closer, she noticed fine hairs that accompanied the skin. Bringing her hands to her legs, she felt smooth skin. Looking back at the table, she frowned at how disgusting it all looked.
"What did you do?" Eris asked, knowing that the crescent scarred Predator understood and spoke her language.
"Stripped of parasites." His deep voice spoke the foreign words. Staring at the ooman, he couldn't believe the temperament of this one. In his many times of doing this process, he always had to strap the ooman women down. They would scream and cry against their surroundings, but this one held her own. Tracker, the Predator in the room with him, was right to test this female. When he had gone to strap her, Tracker had told him not to. He would have normally put his subordinate in his place for ordering him around since he was his superior, but he was also curious to see what this female could do and how she would react. He did not regret the decision.
"Why?" She continued.
"Oomans together cause sickness. Don't want sick oomans." Tichinde remembered when he had first started gathering up ooman females to sell across the galaxies. They were all healthy in their cells but after a few days of being together, he noticed them all starting to get sick. It was rare for his kind to accumulate any sort of sickness, but if the oomans contracted any sort of foreign dust into their bodies, it seemed they all plagued each other.
His first batch of oomans almost ended in them all dying. They kept getting sicker and sicker until finally one of them kicked the bucket. Tichinde and his clan wasn't sure how to treat ooman ailments, but after separating them, cleansing them and their rooms, letting them heal, and then putting them all back together, it seemed to start a new tradition for them.
Whenever they would go to Earth, they would spend a couple days gathering females from across different lands until they were satisfied with their lot. When they were to head back, they would take each ooman in and shed them of the Earth bacteria on their body, also coating them with another laser treatment that would aid against the humans who had yet to be cleansed. In the process, the second coating acted as an agent that permanently removed their hair.
When they would take the oomans in the past, they would have to put them in a completely different room, all of them being huddled together while their cell chambers were cleansed of the bacteria they had brought in. Once the room was cleaned, they would be brought back to be kept in their original prisons.
It took decades to perfect the coatings. The Green coating took as much of their Epidermis off as it could before getting too close to the Dermis. Once stripped, the Blue coating went over the sensitive remaining Epidermis. The lasers had the same amount of pressure, but since their first layer of ooman armor had been taken off, it was far more sensitive than before. Coating the skin with good bacteria not found on Earth, it permanently protected against any ailment from that planet.
"Why the hair?" She was going to ask until he stopped her from doing so. She needed answers and he was giving them.
"Don't like hair from here," Tichinde touched her nose with a black talon before pointing it down to her feet, "To here."
Ooman body hair was a nuisance. Before this became his method on obtaining ooman females and finding that they got sick from each other and needed to find a way to prevent it, he would hear from the oomans all the time that they needed to 'shave' the hair from everywhere except from above their nose and to their scalp. It was a request that annoyed him, so if the Blue coating made them lose their hair, then that was one less thing he had to hear the women complain about when they became comfortable with their kind.
"You only like hair if it is on a human's head?" a brow raised at the creature. She couldn't figure them out. It made no sense. "And if you only like it on the head, why is mine gone?"
"From here up will grow back," He brought his talon back to the bridge of her nose and pointed up to her scalp. "The other hair will not."
It also wasn't that he and his kind liked the hair on their head, but the complaints coming in that they wanted the hair on their head to grow back was enormous. The ones who were permanently bald seemed to grow saddened by the fact, plummeting their quality of life. He didn't know why oomans were so particular on their hair, but the way he saw it, he was making them happy while taking them from their planet and selling them to other clans like his. He was also doing the other clans a favor. So, with the Purple coating, it did the same treatment as the Blue but the effect on the hair follicles were not damaged and would grow back.
A brow raised as Eris was still confused as to why that was necessary. Hey, she never had to shave for the rest of her life if what he was saying was true. The only thing she'd have to worry about now would be the unibrow she would get.
"Why take us in the first place?" A shaky voice spoke as she moved topics to the one she really wanted to know. Just being in the presence of these creatures set her heart to beat faster. At the rate her heart was going, she would be 80 and almost dead in no time.
"Ki'cte." Tichinde was done speaking with her. She was a brave ooman, one that would fetch him a good price, and the example she was setting for the two other oomans on the bench would only benefit him more. She was different, unique. When he looked into her eyes he saw fear like the others, but what he saw more was curiosity.
Grabbing her off of the table, he led her back to the bench where the others were. "Who is next?" The language was foreign to his mouth, but it was something he had grown accustomed to since he had been in the line of ooman capturing for centuries.
When he first began, he found it frustrating that he didn't know what they were saying. He had no idea why they cried and what they screamed. It wouldn't matter if he never found out since he would do it anyway, but a way to communicate was key to him and his Killers Clan. It would help them understand why their prisoners were upset, fully satisfied by the facts. Before knowing their language, they knew that they were afraid, but knowing why they feared them was titillating. It filled a void inside of him and satisfied his needs to threaten and intimidate along with everyone in his clan.
Tichinde formed the clan centuries ago when he was labeled a Bad Blood, which is what the scar on his head represented. When he had taken over a wounded clan leaders position, that immediately sealed his fate as a traitor, never being able to come back from that position with his race.
The Yautja kind had a code they lived by, and if they were to defer from that code, they would be known as a Bad Blood. Bad Bloods were known as the scum of the Yautja race, giving any other Yautja permission to kill them on sight. Non-deserving of the blood within their veins, the Bad Bloods were known to either fly solo and kill whatever they felt they could without caring for the Hunt or form Bad Blooded clans doing illegal things. In this case, Tichinde found himself a Black Market of selling ooman females to other Bad Bloods. He had the stealthiest crew and way to harvest them without the other Yautja finding out and trying to stop them. There had been close calls, but he always managed to escape.
"I'll go." Alegra spoke up, passing the ball with suave motion to Cara as she stood and walked over to the table while Eris took a seat. Cara held onto the ball, trying to hide it from the other Predator standing next to her.
When the room went dark again, the process went over and over as Alegra and Cara went through the same thing that Eris did; all without using the straps. When Cara had gone up to get lasered, she had passed the ball back to Eris. The ball was their only source of entertainment, and it seemed that all three of the girls were on the same page to keep the entertainment going. It kept them sane.
When all was done and the screams of pain had subsided, the girls watched as the non-scarred Predator went over to the metal cabinets across the room. They watched as he opened up the cabinet and picked out three bundles of tanned material. Bringing it over, he handed it to each of them.
"Put it on." Tichinde spoke after cleaning off the table once more before he'd have to do another batch of females. He cleaned the table after each human was cleansed of their parasites.
Figuring it out, Eris finally found the entrance of the material and pulled it up and over her head. When it draped to her mid-thigh, she scanned it over. She wasn't sure what the tan material was, but it was comfortable and surprisingly cool in the ships heat. The Tunic-like dress she was in covered all of the necessary parts, cutting off at the shoulder leaving her no sleeves; as if she needed it in this heat. Looking at the other girls, they were all wearing the same exact thing. They both pulled it off well, but with how it felt, Eris felt like a potato in it. She wondered if she, too, looked alright in it.
The Tunic was the most comfortable thing she had worn since she had become homeless. It also smelled better. It was terrible to think that she was doing better on an alien ship than she was on Earth. Already she didn't have to shave anymore and had a brand-new dress. Sadly, alien ship One, Earth Zero.
When they had put everything back on, Tracker went to the door and opened it, this time he led them back to while Tichinde crept behind. Their feet made no sound in the metal halls as they trailed the curved hallway. The oomans feet on the other hand, were sticking to the metal and making a suction cup sound each time they raised and planted their feet. It was annoying, but a sound they were used to. A few moments later, Tracker opened a door, allowing the girls to enter first.
"We know this place." Alegra looked over at Cara, then back to Eris. This was the room that they were used to being brought to, where they could get something quick to eat and drink and use the bathroom.
Looking around, Eris quickly found what resembles a door on Earth. It was weird seeing something like that in a place like this; wood amongst all of the metal. Opening it up, she was relieved when she saw a toilet and sink. "Be right back!" She slammed the door shut and allowed her body to relieve itself. It was a mind fuck being on an alien spaceship but an Earth bathroom. With the door shut, it looked like she was in any restaurant bathroom. A sigh of relief left her mouth as she cleaned up, washed her hands, and headed out to get something to eat and drink. She was going to stay hydrated, but since she didn't know when she would get the chance to use the bathroom again, she would only drink enough to keep her alive.
The liquids on the table were foreign, lots of strange colored drinks with different texture. Looking around until she saw the familiar clear liquid, Eris let it hit her lips, taking only a few sips of the water. Her throat begged her to take more, but she knew she would have to go sooner rather than later if she did and since she didn't know the schedule yet, she didn't want to chance it.
The food was interesting too, but instead of being adventurous, she ate the same thing that she saw Cara and Alegra eat. It was a brown, crispy looking thing, but when she brought it to her mouth she noticed that it resembled a cracker. Taking a few bites of that, she was satisfied with the little she had eaten.
After the other girls took turns in the bathroom, Eris looked over at the two Predators waiting at the door. It felt like she was being babysat, but instead of a teenaged girl looking after her, she had two tall motherfuckers who were built like giant machines. Just looking at them made her heart race and anxiety meet her throat. Looking away, she waited for the other two to be done, and knowing the two who looked impatient at the door, she knew it wouldn't be long.
When all was done, they made their way back out into the hallway. It seemed that every room that they walked into was nicely lit, making Eris wonder why the hallway lighting and prison room lighting were so poor. Were the Predators trying to prove a point that being outside of the prison was more appealing and that they should earn rights to being out of the room? It did make sense to her since knowing she was about to be back into the dark room left her uneasy. She wanted to stay in the light and not be surrounded by the dark, that was one of the things she loved about summers in Alaska; the sun never went down. The winter, on the other hand, was dark, dreary, and cold. But this wasn't Alaska anymore, this was a dark, alien infested spaceship.
Making it back to the prison room, the non-scarred Predator opened the door. The girls followed in until they made it back to their cell, walking in and letting the Predators close the bars behind him. Turning around to see the cell they were taking next, it was the screamers from before. When the doors opened, the screams shot through the air once more. Both Predators having to go in and get each girl, holding them in each of their hands. Kicking and screaming, they both lifted them by their necks off of the floor, their feet dangling in the air. A relieving silence when the door out of the room closed.
Eris scanned the room again. On the half of room she was in, all of the cells of girls had gone through the process and were sitting silently in their prisons. The other side of the room, where the Predators started with the screaming girls, had yet to experience what had happened. She debated telling them all that it would be okay and to just cooperate, but she honestly didn't have the energy to. All of the energy of helping out was sucked out of her when she volunteered to do the laser treatment first. It was scary and something she never thought she would do in her life. It was painful, but obviously not life threatening.
"Thank you," Cara's quiet voice spoke up, forcing Eris to look her way. Her brown eyes were sad, calm. Her face was emotionless, not stoic. "Pike, you really helped me." A couple tears tell from her eyes straight to the apples of her cheeks, skipping the skin in between. "I was so scared, I don't know if I would have made it through that if you didn't go first."
"You going first helped me, too." Alegra spoke up, less tearful.
"It was nothing," Eris unclenched her fist that the rubber ball was in. "I knew we'd be fine since all of the other girls came back here alright. Scarred beyond belief, but they all came back alive." She was honest. It might have been a different situation had she seen that the other women didn't make it back, even just one of them.
"No, what you did was literally amazing." A few more docile tears fell from her eyes.
"Don't mention it." Eris had been emotionally turned off for so long that it was weird feeling it climb up her throat once more. "But hey, thank you guys for saving this." She held up the rubber ball in her hand, smile on her face to try to change the mood in the quiet room, no sounds coming from anywhere except their cells.
"That's a sanity ball, we need it!" Alegra laughed, "I was so worried they would find out that I was holding it and make me give it to them."
"It's this cell's mascot." Cara let out a joke, her brown eyes clearing up from the tears.
"Then we need to keep it safe." Eris sat back in her position before she was taken, this time her legs weren't spread as wide. She wasn't wearing underwear anymore and definitely didn't want to expose her goods to her cellmates. When the other girls followed suit, they began to pass the small ball to each other again. "We need to be careful, we don't need them coming in and taking it away."
"They have their hands full right now with the ladies they just took." Alegra smirked, passing the ball to Cara, watching it closely.
"That's true, we got a few minutes." Cara giggled, her crying a thing of the past.
"Let's make this last then." Eris could see the other girls staring at them in her periphery. She didn't blame them, it was probably weird seeing people having the slightest amount of fun while being in here. She had to admit, if she didn't have this group of ladies, she probably wouldn't be laughing right now, just sitting quietly by herself. Hell, the same group of ladies could be here but in different cells and no one would be talking. It only furthered her suspicion that they were all placed in the same cell by category. Even the ones who were screaming were all together, and the calm crying ones, the many cells there were of those, were all together. Their sorting process was thought out, and she knew she would figure it out soon, but right now she wanted to just be in the moment that they were having. She knew that soon she would be coming back to these memories, wishing that they were the present.
A/N: Another chapter to help my writer's block with my other story. Please comment/Review if you're interested in seeing more of this story.