The next chapter is posted!
WARNING: This chapter contains heavy sequences of gore and violence and instances of torture.
Enjoy :)
The following day started off like any other.
They awoke and talked a little, before breakfast came. Then talked some more to kill time and boredom within the cell. Natalie talked some more about what she did before she was kidnapped and brought here.
Yeyinde seemed intrigued to hear she was an artist.
Probably because he didn't have a creative bone in his body, much to his dismay. One of his sisters was quite artistic though. And even made him some pieces. Which he proudly placed on his wall for display in his home.
It was sometime in early afternoon. They or more like she had just finished her lunch not that long ago. And then the pair heard the distinct familiar sound of gas filling the room.
The young hunter felt like he was ready for it this time.
He timed it like usual. He noted it took roughly around twenty-thirty seconds for the gas to fill the room and reach them. Yeyinde would count in his head from the time it completely filled to the time it took to come upon them.
Then once it did, he took a deep breath of what little fresh air was left. And held it in.
He twisted around and flailed a bit for show. Then counted another minute, before he dropped to the floor. While despite the fact Natalie tried to hold her breath and staff off the effects, it was harder for her to do so.
Pretty soon her vision darkened, and she fell on the cot.
Yeyinde collapsed to the ground after another minute. But still continued to hold his breath. He practiced hard on breaking passed three minutes of holding it.
The young hunter hopes it won't last much longer now that he was on the ground feigning sleep.
As he laid there, the gas kept coming for another two minutes, before it finally cut off. Which he was grateful, because his lungs did start to feel like they were burning.
Five minutes. That's what it took from the time the room filled to the time they turned it off. And then he noted as he laid there that the vents kicked on and new air was being filtered in.
He held his breath for another minute, bringing it up to holding his breath for a total of six minutes now.
Before he let out a slow steady exhale. Then he cautiously did a small inhale, to make sure the air was fresh and there was no more gas in the air.
When he noted there was no presence of the gas lingering in the air, he started to breath normally.
He heard the door open. And several pairs of feet shuffled into the room.
"Warner, grab the girl. You five, help me grab the alien." Someone instructed.
Yeyinde may have had his translator that was tucked into the inside of his loincloth turned off at the moment. But he still understood enough of what they were saying.
They were taking both he and Natalie out.
'Perfect.' He thought.
The yautja continued to pretend he was out as they struggled to lift his heavy body onto a large gurney.
Then they strapped him in and started to wheel him out of the room. Wherever the oomans were taking them, Yeyinde hope they wouldn't separate him from Natalie.
It wasn't a very long trip. Probably no more than five minutes of walking down a few halls before they went through a double set of glass doors. He then felt them pull him off of the gurney and sat him down in a large chair. Then felt them put some metallic restraints on him.
One of the scientists went to go prep a syringe to keep him sedated. Until the Lieutenant came over and stopped him.
"No, we're not sedating him this time. We need him lucid. Because we want to try and communicate with him this time. We can tell the woman has been working with him quite a bit. Surely, he knows just enough of our language right now to be able to communicate." Lt. Pearson stated.
The scientists didn't like the idea of the large alien male being awake and coherent. But at least they could still give him the muscle relaxants to keep him from moving around too much.
"Sir, and what of the woman?" He asked, gesturing to Natalie, who was being strapped down to a metal table.
"Give her something to wake her. I wish to question her too. It's why I brought them both here. Plus, if he refuses, she will be his incentive to cooperate with us." Lt. Pearson replied.
"Surely, he doesn't care what happens to the girl, even if he has shared a cell with her now for the last three and a half months." The head scientist stated.
Lt. Pearson just smirked; these fools wouldn't know. But he along with a few of his other colleagues have observed the alien and woman on the cameras 24/7 for these last few months since they stuck them in together.
They closely observed and monitored their body language and saw there were times the woman was seen smiling and laughing at times to something the alien had apparently said to her.
And they saw how they would curl up together on the cot at night when they slept. He recalls seeing the hunter staring at her at times when she showered and how he would caress her hair and back while she laid on top of him at night.
No, the alien does care to an extent about the woman. This much he could tell.
"Trust me, he does. Now, wake them both up." The Lieutenant ordered.
The scientist nodded and started to prep the syringes that would awaken them.
Yeyinde listened closely to the conversation. He still couldn't make out every single word they have said. But still, understood enough. They mean to wake both him and Natalie. And it sounded like they wanted to question them.
He felt a tiny prick in the crook of his arm. The hunter laid there for a couple minutes, before opening his eyes.
He looked around the room. It was a large lab. Probably the same place they took him to numerous times in the past when they took samples from him. He was always semiconscious during these procedures, and he would look around and take note of the strange equipment around the oomans and him. And the large area he appeared to be in.
Then Yeyinde's eyes went to one ooman male that started to approach him.
The young hunter narrowed his eyes and growled as he came in close.
"None of that now, we know you can speak. The woman has been teaching you our language now for the better part of the last two and a half months. And we have important questions to ask you." The man stated.
Yeyinde just sat there and continued to glare at him.
"Can you tell us a little more about the weapons? Like what they are made of? How the projectile weapons utilize some type of plasma energy rather than bullets? We'll start there." Lt. Pearson inquired.
The yautja does recall ooman curses. He's heard Natalie throw them around quite a bit. And decided to string a few of them together.
"Fu'ck you, ass'hole." Was Yeyinde's reply.
He saw the ooman male's smirk slowly drop and turn into a small frown.
"You'll really want to consider cooperating with us. Otherwise, it will become quite painful for her." Lt. Pearson said, then motioned to his left.
Yeyinde followed his gaze and saw a couple scientists move aside to reveal Natalie strapped down to a metal table. She was looking around in bewilderment and fear, having just been revived a couple minutes ago.
"What's going on?" She asks, fear ever present in her voice.
The Lieutenant nodded to one of the scientists. Then one of them lifted up a scalped and dragged it over her collarbone.
Natalie tensed up and let out a hiss of pain followed by a small whimper. Yeyinde clenched his fist and tried to move. Only to find his body wouldn't move from it's spot.
He looked down and noted there was still a needle in his arm. It was attached to a tube that led up into a clear bag being held up on a thin metal pole.
His gaze snapped to the man sitting in front of him.
"Every time you don't answer, we'll cut her up." The ooman male threatened.
Was he serious!? These oomans were really going to torture one of their own? Just to get him to talk?
Yeyinde pulled his mandibles in tightly and silently gaged the male in front of him. Before he reluctantly nodded.
"Good. So, what can you tell us about them?" Lt. Pearson asked.
"Too much for your pun'y minds to han'dle." The young yautja retorted.
The Lieutenant clenched his jaw.
"Warner." He said.
Then Yeyinde heard Natalie cry out again, as they cut a small gash into her arm with the scalpel.
This made the hunter flare his mandibles in anger and let out another vicious snarl at the oomans. In the meantime, he was trying hard to fight the affects that was keeping his body immobile.
"Answer the damn question, you ugly bastard." Lt. Pearson snapped.
"Won't find here. Made out of spec'ial all'oy." Yeyinde said, trying to provide as little detail as possible.
All while still trying to fight the effects of the drug so he can break free and kill these bastards, get to his weapons and armor, and get to Natalie.
"Alright, how do the projectile weapons work? We get one is a type of spear gun and another seems to launch a net. But there is one we still can't figure out how to operate. It was the one that we found attached to your shoulder when we brought you in." He inquired.
Yeyinde understood maybe about half of the words in those sentences. It sounded like the male was inquiring about his guns and how they worked. He was unsure how to properly answer those questions though. Without the use of his translator being able to translate each word from those sentences.
"Don't under'stand." He said.
Lt. Pearson arched a brow, "Really?"
The hunter huffed and nodded.
Then Lt. Pearson turned his attention to the small group of scientists observing the scene from the left.
"Warner, go grab one of the viles of the creatures blood. Put it in a syringe. Let's test the effects it has on the human body. Miss. Ricci has graciously volunteered to try it out." He stated.
Natalie heard every word spoken. And her stomach dropped when they mentioned pumping her full of Yeyinde's blood.
"What!? Are you fucking crazy!?" She belted out.
"It's for science, Miss. Ricci. We were eventually going to test it on you anyway. And now seems like a perfect time as any." Mr. Warner said, with a small smile.
Yeyinde watched as one of the scientists walked over to Natalie. They had a large syringe filled with...his blood!?
'No! They can't! Who knows what my kind's blood will do if directly injected into an ooman's body!' His mind screamed.
"Don't!" The hunter barked.
"Then tell me. What does the shoulder gun do?" Pearson asked.
He made a point to tap his shoulder and repeat the words shoulder gun slower for the hunter so, that he understands better.
Yeyinde understood the word gun. And the fact this male gestured to his own shoulder while saying it, meant he was referring to his plasma caster.
"Shoots en'ergy." He replied.
He felt himself able to slowly flex his fingers and toes. Which was a start.
"And? How do you get it to do so?" Pearson continued.
Yeyinde understood most of that sentence. But he still didn't want to tell him the plasma caster was utilized through the bio mask and wrist comp.
"Don't under'stand." He lied.
It must've been the wrong answer to give the male. Because Pearson narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to one of the scientists and nodded.
"Give it to her." He ordered.
Warner nodded and stuck the large syringe into Natalie's neck.
Her body jerked from the sharp pain of the needle going deep into her neck. And she let out a short, pained yell while a couple other scientists held her down to keep her body from flailing about too much.
Yeyinde saw as they jabbed the syringe filled with his blood into her. He let out a frustrated growl and continued to fight to get his body to move.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I know you understand enough of what I'm asking of you. And if you don't stop playing around, then the more she will suffer. We still have at least three more viles of your blood that we can pump her with. So, unless you don't want her to receive anymore, you will give us your full cooperation." Pearson snapped.
The hunter's blood begins to boil. His anger and rage were gradually rising each passing moment. And it was making his body more movable the more it rose.
"Don't. Don't say anything to them." Natalie weakly said.
Yeyinde heard her. It surprised him that after what they have been doing to her, she still didn't want him to talk. Even if it meant she got a reprieve from the torture she was receiving.
The ooman female was certainly proving herself to be brave and strong. Despite the current situation she was in.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she yelped again when one of the scientists swiped the blade of the scalpel over her forearm. It left it three-inch gash in its wake. Her blood was seeping out of each cut, soaking into her tank top and dripping onto the table beneath her.
And if that wasn't enough, her body started to feel like it was burning up. She was scared and unsure if it had to do with the blood, they injected her with or what.
Still, she didn't want Yeyinde to start talking. Because in the end, it still won't do either of them any good. It will only bring them both closer to death. No doubt these guys will surely kill them both when they are done getting answers from them.
"Perhaps, you can tell us what the shoulder gun does, Miss. Ricci. What do you say? Care to elaborate?" Pearson inquired.
"The fuck if I know. I just went over basics with him. Didn't get into detail about any weapons." She spat.
Which was pretty much the truth. Natalie never really did inquire about Yeyinde's weapons. It was a combination of she didn't want to know and her feeling he would never trust her enough to tell her.
Natalie felt a strong, sharp pain that made her cry out. One of the scientists stabbed the scalpel into her shoulder. It was a mere slashing this time either. They legit stabbed it into her like a knife.
Her shoulder erupted into pain and felt like it was on fire as they kept the blade deeply embedded in her skin.
Through her cries she did hear Yeyinde let out a small roar of anger.
"FUCK YOU ALL!" She screamed.
"Enough, kill her." Pearson told them.
Yeyinde perfectly understood those words.
He saw one of the other armed men walk over and pull a pistol from its holster on his hip and lifted it up to point it at her. He saw Natalie's bright blue eyes widen in horror a couple sobs left her.
The hunter saw red and let out an Earth-shattering roar. It was enough to grab everyone's attention. And they all turned to face the yautja only to watch in shock and horror, that the large alien male had ripped through his metal bindings, freeing himself.
He then went for the nearest man and wrapped his hand around his neck. There was a nasty tearing sound as the young hunter tore the man's head from his body.
Blood and gore sprayed everywhere as the head came free.
A couple of the scientists started to scream in fear at the gruesome scene. And the enraged yautja wasn't done yet. He attacked two more men that came at him attempting to grab his arms and restrain him.
One he pulled back his fist, and then sucker punched him. There was crunching noises as he caved in the man's ribs and sent him sailing across the room.
"Open fire!" Pearson ordered.
The few soldiers that were in their quickly drew their guns and began firing.
Yeyinde saw this and picked up the second man that tried to restrain him and held his body out in front of him like a shield. The man's body spasmed and jerked in his grip. And then he threw the body and hit two of the men that were shooting at him.
The body collided with them, and they were both knocked to the ground.
The hunter continued to tear into the soldiers. While the scientists were running about in fear. Some collided with each as they all attempted to filter out of the lab to get away from the large out of control alien.
Despite her pain, Natalie was able to wiggle one hand and wrist loose out of one of the leather restraints that tied her down.
She then used her free hand to undo the strap on her torso, before moving onto the straps on her other wrists and her ankles. Natalie sat up and noted the scalpel was still sticking out of her left shoulder.
She grabbed it, squeezed her eyes shut, and clenched her teeth. Then ripped it out, with a small, pained yell. Then she got off the table and dropped to her wobbly feet on the floor.
Yeyinde was making fairly quick work of the soldiers. Even without his weapons, they were no match for his strength and speed.
A few bullets did meet purchase in his thick, tough skin. But they barely slowed him down. He batted away a gun and it sored from one soldier's grip.
The soldier than reached for his knife and withdrew it and took a few swipes at Yeyinde.
The young hunter danced away from the blade. Then blocked one overhand swipe with his forearm and ripped it from the ooman soldier's grasp.
He then fluidly flipped the blade in his hand and rammed it through the top of the man's skull. His eyes rolled up into his head with a small gargling sound, before he dropped to the floor.
Pearson noted they were in serious trouble. His men were barely holding off the creature. Most of them were getting flung around like they barely weighed a thing.
At the moment, Yeyinde made the mistake of turning his back to Pearson to engage another soldier that tried to tackle him from behind.
When the yautja whirled around to face the other man, Pearson raised his gun and took aim.
Natalie watched some of the carnage unfolding. It was a clear and obvious demonstration of just how powerful Yeyinde truly is. He tore through these highly trained soldiers as if most of them were amateur fighters.
She gasped when her eyes landed on Pearson, and she watched as he raised a gun to Yeyinde who had his back to him at the moment.
"No!" She yelled and ran over to them.
Pearson saw her out of the corner of his eye running towards them. He redirected his aim and a shot rang out through the room.
Yeyinde heard the shot but didn't feel it make contact with him. Instead, he heard a pained ooman female's scream. He grabbed the soldier's head and twisted it until there was a loud audible snap, and let the body drop to the floor.
Then he turned around to see what had happened. His eyes widened when he saw Natalie standing not tend feet away, clutching the lower right side of her abdomen.
He saw blood begin to slowly seep through her clenched hands, and she began to stagger on her feet.
His head whipped into the direction of the one named Pearson, who still held the pistol in his outstretched hand. He let out another loud roar.
This drew the Lieutenant's attention back to the alien. And he saw the large being charging towards him.
He lifted his gun and started to fire off some more rounds.
Yeyinde dodged dome of the bullets as best as he could. But a couple still became embedded in his skin. But they didn't stop him or slow him down.
He was just passing the table that had his weapons. And as he did, he reached over, grabbed his shuriken, activated it, and threw it at Pearson.
The man saw it rapidly approaching him and he tucked and rolled out of the way at the last moment.
Once he finished his roll he got back up on his knees and took aim again at the alien. What he didn't know was that the shuriken had turned around and was on its way back to its owner.
Pearson saw the flying deadly bladed weapon out of the corner of his eye too late.
And he watched in horror as it tore through his wrists as he held his gun out in front of him. He screamed in agony as his hands separaed from the rest of him in a gory spray of blood and dropped to the floor.
He looked at the now bloody stumps where they used to be.
Yeyinde let out some rumbling clicks as he walked over and extended his ki-cti-pa. He stopped in front of Pearson, his hand shot out and wrapped around his neck.
The young hunter lifted him off the ground with ease and held him up in the air.
Pearson tried to speak but couldn't do to his airway being harshly constricted. The alien continued to let out a series of rumbling clicks then arched his shoulder and arm back that held the combi stick.
"Die!" Yeyinde barked.
He then shoved the combi stick through Pearson's body.
Once it shoved all the way through, blood spewed from the ooman male's mouth. It dribbled down his chin and onto Yeyinde's wrist and forearm.
Then his eyes fluttered shut and the body went limp in the hunter's grip.
Yeyinde dropped the male's body to the ground.
"Yeyinde." He heard Natalie weakly stutter.
His snapped in her direction to see her heavily leaning against one of the tables. He quickly made his way over to her.
He dropped his combi stick and reached out to grab her. He looked down at her and saw her shirt was still slowly becoming clenched in her blood.
"We...we have to leave. Quickly go get...your stuff." She weakly replied.
The hunter didn't need to be told twice. He quickly returned to the table with his armor and weapons and suited up as fast as he could. Thankfully, all his weapons and gear were present.
The last thing he put on was his bio mask. Then watched as it became activated once everything was in sync with his wrist comp.
He then made his way back over to Natalie, who was growing weaker by the minute.
Yeyinde scooped her with ease and made his way to the lab's exit. Before he left though, he turned around and started firing off his plasma caster. And effectively destroyed the lab and everything in it, trying to get rid of as much trace evidence of himself being here as possible.
He then ran out of the lab.
As he ran through the halls, other soldiers spotted him and tried to shoot him. But they barely were able to squeeze off any rounds as he continued to rapidly fire his plasma caster at them, as he had Natalie clutched in his arms.
It took a few minutes of running down halls and shooting at soldiers and other security personnel before he managed to break out of there completely.
Yeyinde ran full speed through the compound and vaulted over a fence topped of in bar wire.
Then sped off into the surrounding woods of the area. He came to a stop when he was completely surrounded by foliage. The young hunter shifted Natalie in his grip and rapidly tapped a few buttons on his wrist comp.
"Bakuub! You there!? It's Yeyinde, I request that you send the drop ship down and retrieve me as soon as possible!" He fired off.
There was a few moments of silence, before his brother responded.
"Yeyinde? You're alive? Where are you at? The tracker in your wrist comp signifies you're nowhere near where we retrieved your pod a couple weeks ago." Bakuub explained.
Figures, they thought him dead. He was supposed to touch base with them at the end of each week. If they tried contacting him and he didn't respond, then they automatically assumed the hunter failed and he was dead. And as part as protocol, they go back and retrieve the pod, so no oomans will stumble upon it and find it.
"It's a long story. But listen, you need to locate me through my wrist comp's tracker and pick me up. It's imperative you get here as soon as possible." Yeyinde quickly explained.
"Alright, I was just utilizing the ship's computer as we conversed. I'm very close by. Just finished a hunting trip on a nearby planet and left there a couple hours ago. I shall be on Earth in twenty-minutes." He instructed.
Yeyinde sighed in relief. Luckily, that wasn't too long of a wait. But he still hopes Natalie can hang in there until then. He can try and treat the bullet wound with his med kit.
But she may require a healer's assistance if it's very serious. In which case, it looks like it was.
"I'll be here. And please hurry." The young hunter said.
"Are you gravely injured, brother? You seemed quite distressed." Bakuub inquired.
"I'll explain everything once you get here." Yeyinde replied.
"Understood, I'll be there shortly. I've already locked onto your tracker." His brother said.
Yeyinde then carefully set Natalie on the ground. She let out a pained his as he did so. She still clutched her now blood-soaked hands over the wound in her right side.
He changed the vision settings in his mask to look at her internally.
The bullet was lodged in there quite deep. And it was wedged barely a quarter of an inch from one of her organs. He watched as her body shuddered.
Natalie's side felt like it was on fire. Yet she was starting to feel cold. The outside temperature wasn't helping either. It's either they were kept in that place longer than she initially thought or they were in a completely different location far north where it was cooler.
"Yeyinde, I'm cold." She says, in a shaky voice.
"It will be ok. I need to look at the wound fir'st. See if I can at least stem the blood flow." He told her.
He pulled out his med kit and went to work.
He was debating on whether or not to cauterize the wound. But was unsure if it would be a good idea with the bullet still lodge in there. But he needed to find a way to stop her from bleeding out. Or she will die.
Yeyinde pulled out a small metallic prong. Then turned his attention back to Natalie.
"Nat'alie, I need you to move your hands. So, I can get to the wound." He told her.
She was hesitant for a moment, then slowly began to retract her hands.
The hunter reached forward, grabbed a small fistful of her bloody tank top and ripped it up the side where the bullet wound was. He went to work and took a small tube. He squeezed it and let out some compressed air and liquid to clean off the surface around the small round hole.
Then he took the prong looking object and placed it over the hole. There was a small click as it pinched the hole closed. And Natalie let out a small, pained scream.
Yeyinde then placed some of his things back in the med kit, put it away, and scooped her back up.
He held the small ooman female close to his warm body trying to provide her cooling body with extra warmth. It worked a little, but she still continued to shiver.
The young hunter kicked himself for being so careless before. He should've never turned his back on that bastard Pearson. Had he not, Natalie may not have risked being shot.
He saw tears start to slowly roll down her cheeks.
"I'm scared." She said, barely above a whisper.
Yeah, he was starting to feel scared for her too. Something that surprised him, because he was not one for being scared. He could face a whole horde of kainde amedha and do so without shedding an ounce of fear.
But holding onto this small ooman female that became his friend over time, who was possibly slowly dying before his eyes; that scared him.
"It will be ok, I con'tacted my bro'ther. He will be here in a few min'utes. Just hang on a lit'tle lon'ger, Nat'alie." He softly assured her.
A few more tears left her eyes, and he began to purr to her.
The purring did provide her a small sense of comfort. And somewhat help distract her from the excruciating pain in her side.
Hardly either of them noticed, a few flakes of snow, falling every now and then. As they stood there in the middle of the woods, waiting for the drop ship to arrive.
Until Next Time ;)