He arched his back, a sign he was very angry, taking a few more threatening steps towards her, making her instantly back away just to get away from him, but was abruptly stopped by the rock.

She flinched away from him, trying to move to the side, but he dug his claws into her hair and dragged her back to him, holding her against him, causing her to squirm and yelp. Her tip-toes were the only things touching the ground at the moment, and she was sure she was done for.

Ellie wrapped her hands around his wrist, tears starting to run down her cheeks as she let out soft whimpers- a plea for him to not harm her. She shut her eyes.

And then, he roared, his grip tightening and bringing her closer to him. This was so she could understand something.

She was weak, below him, and she wasn't something that could take him on alone without a weapon. She needed Tracker by her side, she needed his strength.

For fucks sake, her ears felt like they were going to bleed. His roars weren't all that loud she had noted, but with the close proximity- holy shit. It was amplified and it really stuck. He threw her to the ground, his hand still in her hair, he was keeping her pinned down so she knew her place.

"...Not... Good... Enough." he growled out. Ellie was certain she understood what he meant just by those words, at least this is what she believed. He was saying that she wasn't good enough for his brother, considering how easily he man-handled her, possibly being able to haul her around like a rag doll if he so pleased. He didn't like that. He also probably didn't see what Tracker saw in her.

Tracker didn't see a weak slab of meat that he could torture then kill, he saw intelligence, he saw bravery.

"Please..." she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks at the pain. Her ears were ringing now, making her go deaf for a few moments. He said something, she felt vibrations go through his hand, but what he said she didn't catch, the words were muffled and she didn't know if he said something in English or in his native tongue.

She was only able to relax when he released her, the sounds of crunching leafs as he walked away being like a prayer came to life.

Ellie just stayed there, letting the tears finally pour from her eyes like it was Niagara Falls, not daring to try to stop it. They wouldn't stop.

She couldn't remember the last time she had a good cry from pain. Crying could help, and in this situation, it gave only slight comfort. Why did he hate her so much? He showed her slight kindness last night, but ever since she was back in the camp, he treated her like she was a puppy that wouldn't stop peeing on the house plants or something and needed to be punished.

Berserker must have been really against the idea of Tracker with her. He'd seen them together too much and it was pissing him off to the point he actually did something while he wasn't around. He probably went for her hair as a main source of pain so Tracker didn't question him about bruises on her skin if he came back to it. Her hair was hard to see through, so seeing the bruises... Tracker'd need some sort of vision that let him see areas that were pained.

Which was impossible, right? There was no such thing. Or maybe there was, she didn't know, she wasn't an engineer. She was an artist.

Slowly, she managed to get onto her knees, tears still streaming down her face, making everything around blurry. She rubbed her wet eyes on her sleeves, sniffling some. Ellie stood up at last when she managed the strength, leaning against the rock to her side as she tried to keep her eyes from tearing up.

Don't trust them.

Yeah, she knew which one to not-fucking-trust if she didn't already. God, she hoped Tracker would never do that, she didn't know if it was a kink thing or a power thing or what...

She brought her hand up, resting it on the collar around her throat. She'd almost completely forgotten about that.

Ellie was convinced that Tracker did have a few.. very interesting kinks he'd probably try with her when the time came. She shook her head, smiling dumbly at the sudden thought change. What kinds of things was he into, though? A massive alien like him, he'd probably be into some pretty freaky stuff. She'd be up for anything he threw at her, unless it put her life in danger.

As long as her mind and body didn't decide to flip out and push him away like she had done with her first boyfriend, she'd be fine. She'd be dead if she kicked him in his groin, convinced it would hurt ten times more considering his size...

She rubbed her eyes once more, they were probably red and puffy, and she didn't care. She didn't have any one to complain to...

Or maybe she did. No, he was in a much worse situation than she was, he'd probably just growl at her and bark at her to go away if she tried to complain about stuff to him.

A sigh escaped her as she grabbed her backpack, dragging it over. Drawing would help soothe her, being able to get anger out through drawings was her specialty. It was how she began doing it in the first place since she was too afraid to communicate her emotions with her words. So, she spent her time just doing doodles.

Then, her mind started to become much more interested in trying to draw something else. For fucks sake, what was up with her. She quickly put the pencil and sketchbook down, not deciding to go that route with it. She'd keep those images in her mind, they were better there anyway. She crossed her legs, feeling her body heating up.

Okay, calm down Ellie. Just stop thinking about it. It's tempting, yes, but you really have to stop. Tracker will give it to you when he's ready... the question here is; will you be ready to give it to him? I'm sure I can do that... I just... I just need him to be gentle with me if he plans on it, no sudden, demanding movements... I think that was what scared me in the first place. How rough my first boyfriend was- yeah. That had to be it...

She just sat, talking to herself in her mind to keep herself sane and calm. What else could she do? Ellie had to wait for Tracker's return, see what he was up to and if he was going to do something with her.

She had all day. She wasn't going anywhere. Ellie had no place to run off to, even if she could run, there would be no hiding from the massive hunters.

This place was their territory, everything was on their terms- they knew this place and she didn't. All the odds were against her if she even though about running and trying to survive like she had when she first arrived.

Her survival instincts had immediately kicked in when she first landed on the planet. She didn't know where the hell she was, nor if it was a good thing or what. All she knew was that she had to stay alive. Survive. No matter the odds.

The others scared her, she would quickly go into hiding if she heard voices passing by.

Survive.

She didn't know if they were after her or were the same state of confusion as her, so she saw it better just to stay away from them. Survival of the smartest and cautious was more the better term to use for her. She saw many others get caught in traps that wounded and maimed, some even killed them or just made them stay in one place to wait for their doom.

Ellie never stayed around to see just who had set the traps return to find something alive in it. She would always run off, hearing their pleading screams to her as she did so. Ellie never thought twice about those men and women that saw her at the last minute and screamed out to her. She didn't regret not helping them. Her own life was much more important than theirs, for they were already dead and she was still kicking... She was a terrible person, now that she thought about it, but out here, kindness could get you killed.

As time dragged on, she got bolder. Started to actually speak with others rather than just hiding and running off. Of course, she never stuck around, vanishing when something got bad. People scared her sometimes.

She should be lucky to be Tracker's pet. Out there, it's a death zone- traps everywhere, people who are so jumpy they shoot at any little noise... People who gain the trust of others just to slaughter them in their sleep because that was how they were on Earth. It disgusted her in a way. And yet, the trio killing the other humans didn't get to her in the slightest.

Maybe because she saw it as a kind of... Predator versus Prey factor. The humans not being... humans, they were just animals, and Tracker and his brothers were the hunters of those savage beasts, helping the world out in their own way.

Yeah. She liked that thought.

...

What the Hell was wrong with her.