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Chapter 3

Have A Nice Headache!

(Kha'bj-te POV)

The ooman female showed absolutely no fear of me. In her expression, curiosity dawned at first, then anger when I challenged her staring eyes. Now, as she struggles with escape from her chains, they gas her chamber, knocking her out. They are going to take her, probably to cut her up, as they have done to me. I roar at the indignity of it, pounding my own fist against the wall.

This is wrong.

They took me fairly.

Not honorably, but fairly.

My own foolishness was my downfall, my curiosity and arrogance. But this ooman female? What could they possibly want with her?

She's just an ordinary ooman female… isn't she?

I try to look at her closer before they come. I see nothing other then her tall figure and her strong form. Her dark hair is thick and is cut short, hanging all around her neck, like the mane of a lion. Her skin is a silky brown, almost golden color. I snort, noting her regular man features.

I cannot guess why they have brought her here. Unless… there is something special about her… something on the inside.

My guess is proven correct as the oomans come, open her door and take her arm. They stick a needle into her veins, drawing out blood from her before leaving again. I scented the air, but still found no trace of her scent.

This prison I am in… Oh I despise it. I hear nothing, smell nothing, and I am unable to do anything… I growl to myself as I stand, stretching and hearing my joints pop. I've got to get out of here before I go completely insane.

Although…

Make no mistake; the hunger of Cetanu will be fed when I do get out.

My honor is compromised. The only way I can win it back is if I destroy this base and all who occupy it. I can do it if I get out… can't I?

My name… Is Kha'bj-te. I am a Youngblooded hunter. Somehow, one way or another, I will win back my honor.

I swear it.

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(Lex POV)

Ring...Ring…Ring…Ring….

BEEP!

Hello, this is Rosalie Woods! I'm not available at the moment, so leave your name and number and I'll-"

I slammed the phone down, feeling disturbed. This was not good. Not good at all. In the span of three days, I'd tried in vain to return my sister's calls. She always answered my calls… in three hours or less.

Always!

Something's not right. I silently think of Kanani, my niece.

Fiery spirited, smart-aleck and afraid-of-no-heights Kanani.

I remember the time I took her on our first expedition.

Rosalie had been so nervous, but Kanani… upon seeing the mountain of ice we were to climb, she only laughed. I smirk to myself at the memory before scowling. No, I've got to catch a flight to the USA.

If something's happened to Kanani, then I have to do something. I won't stop until I know they're safe…

Dear God, I hope I'm overreacting. I hope they haven't been killed… or worse.

I scowl, knowing that things are never so bad they can't get worse. That's just the way Life is.

I'm packed, my key's under the door mat and if anyone breaks into my cabin while I'm gone…

There will be hell to pay.

I am Alexa Woods. I did not lose my comrades, survive a frozen hell and make it all this way to today just to lose track of the only family I have left in this god forsaken world.

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(Kanani POV)

Pain is the first thing that greets me as I wake up. Groggy pain…

Ugh. Stupid, shitty, sonuva...

I open my eyes only to find myself staring at the bottom of a foot. A clawed foot. I'm right next to the glass wall that adjoins my fellow inmate and he's sitting really close, his foot directly in front of my face.

I roll to a sitting position, very slowly. Damn I've got a headache, ooh…

Wait. I look back at him as it downs on me.

The Hunters. From Aunt Lex's story. The intergalactic hunters. This must be one of them. I can't believe I didn't realize it before! This is… this guy is like the guy who saved Aunt Lex!

I groaned as I tried to shake the fog from my head, worsening my headache.

I hear a light sound. It sounds like a fan hitting a piece of paper. I look up. It looks like he's laughing at me. My lips curl over my blunted teeth and I growl, "yeah, yeah, same to you, freak."

I doubt he can hear me.

He makes a huffing motion and turns around, his back to me.

Well… maybe he can hear me.

With this headache, I'm not sure of escape at all. I stagger to my feet, taking a breath before I resume hitting the glass. I've got to keep trying. Where the hell is my mom?! Is she here? Oh dear lord, what did they do to her?

I yell,"Hey!" as I pound the glass, "Where's my mother?! If I don't get some answers, there's goin' to be hell to pay!"

"Calm yourself," a voice speaks from… somewhere. It's mechanical, so I assume it's some scientist monitoring me, speaking into a microphone or something.

Pervert. The thought that I'm being monitored suddenly makes me paranoid. My shoulders itch. Right where my wings would be, in my hybrid form. I wish I were standing at the edge of a cliff.

Feel the rush, timing my descent so I pull up just in time to barely skim the surface of the ground before jetting up into the air. There's no other feeling quite like it.

That would clear my headache!

"Right, calm myself. Tell me where my mom is and maybe I'll start calming down, asshole!" I shout, pounding on the glass wall again.

"I am not permitted to tell you anything."

"Oh sure you're not! Tell me what the name of this poor bastard at least. Does he have a name? Or just a serial number?" I ask dryly.

"He has a…" The voice stops and I grin as he resumes coldly, "You will gain nothing by your persistent stubbornness."

"Oh that's so redundant. Honestly, dude, how much are they paying you to stare at me?"

"That's none of your business!"

"Pfft, it is now!"

Speechlessness. I love it.

Now you see why I have no friends. Sarcasm runs in the family. And the fact that this guy is an idiot only adds flames to my tongue as I add, "You're sitting in an office chair, watching a monitor and speaking to a poor caged soul, who also happens to be a barely legal teen… That's gotta be depressing. You ever have to take anti-suicidal pills?"

He's not talking to me any more. I laugh quietly, imagining him turn off the monitor and rubbing his head. I add, now cheerfully, "Oh, have a nice headache! Consider it a favor!"

I sigh as I lean back against the wall, glancing around, I realize the alien beside me is staring at me again. My face scrunches in a scowl and I growl, "What are you looking' at, Freak?"

He bares his teeth, his mandibles flared. Now I'M staring. Suddenly, I kneel in front of him, my face and hands pressed into the glass as I look at him. Really look at him. I mentioned he's big, right? I meant muscle. This guy would put most bodybuilders to shame, though he's also pretty lean. Strong, lean, he looks like he's probably fast. A fighter for sure. Hmm…

I look at the way our prison is joined. Connected. Huh.

Suddenly, there's a loud scream.

And I watch, horrified, as this weird creature is suddenly brought in, much the same manner as I was. They thrust it into the glass cage next to me, opposite of where the hunter's side is.

Huhn…

The Hunter (I've got to come up with a better name for him) his eyes shift from me to the creature. He's gauging my reaction. I growl at him before looking at the new creature. It's weird; no, it's absolutely peculiar.

Looks a little dragon-ish, like an experiment gone wrong. I examine it a little more before I realize what it is.

It's a Manticore.

Its face looks slightly human, pretty apish, actually, its form feline overall, with a hell of a scorpion-like stinger for a tail.

No wonder it doesn't like me. I'm a dragon in disguise. Manticores and Dragons… they don't get along. At least, this is confirmed for me when it shakes itself and then looks over at me. Its eyes glitter before it hisses and tries to break the glass.

Yep, it hates me.

Probably wants to eat my heart, just like the legends. I growl low in my throat as I back off. I don't have any problem leaving it alone. It's a vicious little bastard, so, I'll leave it alone. It pounds at the glass that's beside me for hours, trying to break it.

The Hunter (Damnit I need a name for him!) stands to stretch. I look at his massive shape and growl a little. In my full dragon form, I walk on four legs, wings regal and gorgeous. I have two small, devilish horns that poke out from behind my sharp, cone-shaped ears.

My coloring is grey with dappling black patterns. I'm about 9 feet long in this shape. In my between shape, I grow a whole damn foot. 7 feet.

Now you tell me what kind of male is going to be interested in that shit. Sure I've got "lady lumps" or whatever ya wanna call them, but I also breathe fire, spit ice, and drool venom.

I chuckle as I stand up, my chains rattling as I suddenly get an idea from this train of thought. A mild form of my venom is about the only thing I retain in my human form. Maybe I can set up a trap of sort.

Put venom on the door.

Do something to them.

Do anything at this point.

Slowly, I bend over, making sure they can't see what I'm doing as I let venom pool into my hands. It's clear, pretty thick and comes from a gland under my tongue, which I can control like I control my hands.

Gross, huh?

Disgusting, but completely useful right here. My hands covered with the venom, I stand, acting melancholy as I place my hands on the door.

"I want out." I whine in a mournful tone, wiping the venom all along the edge, acting like a spoiled child. "I really want out… and furthermore, I have to pee!"

Oh shit, I do have to pee. Must have been the venom. All at once, though, a toilet pops out of the wall.

I'm not kidding.

Humiliation galore here.

I'm not using it.

I'll freakin' hold it until I find a way to get out of here.

At the same time… I really don't want to wet myself if it becomes too much.

"I thought you said you have to go." That idiot scientist is back. Stupid pervert.

"Yeah, I have to leave!" I shout, banging my fist on the glass.

Now I'm pissed. At least my venom is where I placed it. The manticore is still bashing away, though he looks like he may be getting dizzy. Maybe it's got a headache too.

"Have a nice one, chump."

I growl at the beast before slumping against the wall.

No, this is not my day.

Not at all.

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED, COURTESY OF KHALTHAR.

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