AN: Thanks so much, RubyDracoGirl! It means a lot! Here's Chapta Three! You learn why Francis was abducted, who this Yautja is, and other things!

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, Yeah. You know the drill!

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Chapter Three

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Yep, food was definately going to have to wait. That I was positive about. What I wasn't so sure about, was what I was going to do. So I stood still. The humanoid stared at me. Growled. And then pulled out a huge spear/axe thing. Damn! This guy was out for blood! I could have cried. But I didn't. I was trying to figure out why I was brought here, who this bastard was, and how I was going to live. My stomach rumbled again. Shut up, stomach! The humanoid advanced. I gulped. Held my composure. He raised the axe. I spotted my cutting knife next to my bag. I went for it just as the beast swung. It missed me by centimeters, though I lost about an inch of my hair. I was terrified now. The alien creature roared in fury at the miss. I just prayed to God for saving my life. I grabbed the knife and rolled to my feet. If he wanted a fight, then dammit he would get one!

He attacked again. I dodged the blade and flew under him. I sank the knife into his side. He-it-roared in pain. I pulled the blade out, covered in neon green blood. He immediately gave me my comeuppance by punching me in the face. My blood spatttered the wall and I felt my nose crack. It was broken. Damn. The huge man-beast clutched his side and gave me a look I knew held pure hatred under the terrifying mask. I went cold. He grabbed his spear and tossed it at me. It clattered to my feet. I looked down at it and looked back up. The monster was gone, the only signs that proved he had been there was his blood and spear. Damn.

After the creature had gone, I tended to my wounds. I felt the area where he had punched me. It flamed up. Shit! I teared up. God, it hurt! I fashioned a splint and stuck it in. I cried and yelled in pain. After wrapping my nose and having a good cry to comfort myself, I started to hunt for food. I eyed the spear, and grabbed. Hey, it was a spoil of war! Why not spoil myself with it? I managed to kill something that looked like a mutated cross between a bird, a dog, and a monkey's ass. It looked repulsive, but the meat tasted delightful. While foraging, I found many berries, but left them alone. For all I knew, they could bepoisonous, and I did not want to take my chances. I had no more battles with the beast for another two weeks. I did see them watching me, though. I knew they were examining me. It made me feel scared. I knew they watched me when I slept, and at night from the trees. Watching. Waiting. But for what? I got my answer the next day.

I was getting water from the stream when it happened. My nose had healed enough to take the splint and bandages off. It was a hot day, so I had taken my shirt off as well. I had left my spear back at the cave, because I had not seen the beast men around today. I leaned in drank deeply. That's when it happened. I was kicked into the water with brute force. I landed witha splash, and came up spluttering. I looked around. But saw no one. Then I realized.

"Oh, hell, no!" I shouted.

I left my shirt and sprinted as fast I could back to my rocky refuge. I was getting faster. I took pride in that I managed to reach the entrance just before the hunter managed to take me down. I punched and shorted out the camoflauger. I got the surprise of my life. I was not being chased by a killer.

I was being chased by a teenage girl.