A/N:
Holy shit guys, I'm like a zombie that has risen from the dead. You wish you were this cool.
To all of my reviewers, I'm thankful for you guys, because I was honestly gonna give up until I received an email stating that another person had left a review.
Kaitamis: your email for some reason pushed me to continue.
You know the drill folks. Music etc, etc. This chapter was conceived late at night with very little thought and much writer's block. I'm super sorry that this was extremely short, but really I'm having a serious lack of ideas. I won't want to write the stereotypical 'she falls in love with a predator' or the 'she becomes a well trained skilled warrior'. Suggestions are welcome and appreciated.
Much Love,
Dæmon
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Recap:
The yautja warrior stared at Nym'aste before slowly shaking his head.
"You know what that means, yes?"
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I looked over towards the two yautja, unsure of what they discussed now. It's an awkward feeling, hearing others speak and not being able to comprehend. And from the sounds of it, these two were arguing, most likely about me.
Finally I glared at them, "Jesus Christ, you two are arguing like a married couple that can't decide on the color of the baby's room!"
I was pleased with myself until the one that had chased me edged closer to my bed, or shall I say, sheet of metal to which I was strapped, letting loose a threatening growl. Stupidly, I continued.
"Seriously, you argue waaaay too much. And now you're probably gonna kill me 'cause of your code of honor to save your own skin or some crap or whatever the hell you guys do." I paused only to inhale before continuing to rush onwards with my mini-rant. "But you know what? I don't really give a damn anymore! You killed off my mother, and my brother most likely will go live with friends so I'm by myself. And you know what? Being lonely sucks some major donkey balls! But I'm soooo sure that you guys are used to being alone and in the equivalent of solitary confinement!" I ended my rant with a very frustrated sounding screech. It was useless, like talking to a brick wall… They'd never give in and nor would they care.
I closed my eyes and sighed. "Just kill me; I have nothing to live for anyways."
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night's sands end as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows, ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home
The awkward silence that ensued was shortly filled with a myriad of chirps, trills and clicks. God damn it was like listening to an army of confused birds. Despite my angry glares, they continued to converse. If eyes could shoot daggers, I'm sure they'd have plenty of them lodged in various appendages.
And it's almost like your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to keep me out
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Briz'zyne looked at Nym'aste and let out what could be interpreted as a sigh. "Nym'aste, I am conflicted now. What should we do with this soft meat? Leaving her here is a risk I do not wish to make, and the Elders are bound to find out." The other warrior looked at him and shook his head. "You have made a foolish mistake brother and only you can right your wrongs. To leave the ooman here is plausible but to take her with us is a death sentence." Briz'zyne turned to face the sickly pale ooman and within seconds his mask was inches away from her nose.
All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home
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The sound of metal on metal is not something one easily mistakes or forgets. Now I was face to face with warrior whose life is that of killing, again. The masked face was quickly replaced with two beautiful albeit dangerous wrist blades. I couldn't help the troubled grin that crossed my face nor the slightly hysterical laughter that seemed to erupt from my throat.
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to break me down
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to keep me out
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Briz'zyne looked at Nym'aste once more, a half assed plan forming in his minde. "Sedate her, and we will leave her some where far away where she will be left unknown and unquestioned."
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to break me down
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
To break me down, to break me down
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There is no way in hell that they were going to get anywhere near me with that needle. No freaking way. I don't have the irrational fear of needles like some, but I really don't want a needle the size of my thumb coming anywhere close to my body. I switched to Plan B, but the problem was, I didn't have another plan. So screaming and thrashing would have to do…
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down