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In Flight Meals Not Included	By : PrimitiveScrewhead Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2393 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thanks for the reviews so far guys, that�s
totally cool of you.
Just to let you know, this is Unbetaed,
and very spur of the moment� so screw-ups are inevitable.
Quicknote:� There is some hard violence and hints of rape
and stuff in this,� let
the light-hearted beware� (it�s really
not that bad, but I like to make sure people know�)

I�ll shut up now. Heh.
-Caz

Chapter 2:� Rape, Robbery and Violence

Mad and Tru were walking slowly behind me as I rushed like a
madwoman towards where Mad parked the car.�
Getting to the hospital ASAP was my first priority, and right now taking
a leisurely stroll down a dark alley felt like a dumb-ass thing to do. I yelled
back at them to pick up the pace.

�He�s fine, Salem,
relax for fuck sakes!� Tru yelled back, hopping to catch up with me. Mad was
having enough trouble walking straight, let alone a short jog to catch up.� I slowed down a little for her.� I couldn�t exactly go without her either;
bitch had the car-keys.

Mad�s shitty rusted out Elantra was parked about two blocks
away. She like avoiding the traffic jams when the bars were let out, and many
times the cars that were parked next to the bars had a window or two smashed
out by the end of the night.� A great
precautionary measure, but inconvenient as hell right now.�

�I�ll relax when I see Asher. Til then, walk faster.�

�Yessir,� Mad saluted and barely missed tripping over some
poor bum.� Why she thought the dark alley
route was a good idea was beyond me.� But
hell, it cut travel time down.

Again I thought how much I hated this neighbourhood.� I was born and raised around shit like this,
and it was by mere chance that I didn�t become a crack-head myself, or a
hooker, or dead.� Well, that, and Truth
set my ass straight whenever I screwed up. The constant �Sam, quit being an
ass� lectures I got from Tru kept me sane. She was raised in the same shit I
was and somehow she remained decent.

A noise behind me alerted me to danger.� Not sure what it was, probably some asshole
dropping an empty beer can or bong or whatever, but it got me on edge
immediately. After clubbing those jerks at the bar I was still riled up and
shaky.� Violence
solves nothing my ass. It made them move, didn�t it?

Madison and Tru were oblivious to the noises behind us,�� skipping off arm in arm talking about our
boys and reminiscing about high school adventures of ages past.� I on the other hand slowed down and got
behind them. Between them and danger.� A
quick glance over my shoulder told me everything I needed to know. Who said
paranoia was a bad thing?
By the time I heard the first male giggle I was already
planning my first move.� The girls were
about ten feet ahead of me and still oblivious.�
Goddess Bless Booze� if only I could get them moving faster.

I could feel them
getting closer.� I waited till the girls
had a decent head-start, then said, �Persistent mother-fuckers, aren�t you?�

I spun to face our shadows, to find only Jarhead standing
there.� The other two were absent
somehow, when they were there just a minute ago.� Instead of showing my confusion I put on my
mean face.� �What, the other two couldn�t
take another bitch-slapping?�

Jarhead just smiled and everything made sense when I heard
Tru scream behind me.� Clever bastards.� I spun to go to her aid but Jarhead grabbed
me from behind, one arm around the waist and the other around my mouth to stop
me from yelling.� The dude was tall
enough to lift me right off the ground, so I kicked out, trying to get him in
the knees, the balls, whatever was reachable.�
I could see the girls a few feet away going through the same shit, Tru
dealing with both Assface and Vulture, while
Sam was hooked around Vulture�s back trying to
pry his grip loose from Tru�s arm.��

My heartbeat sped up as Jarhead and the others
carried/dragged us girls to an alcove behind a liquor store, an area darker
than the surrounding alley, where for some stupid reason they had no lighting
or video cameras.� Tru was still fighting
back hardcore and Sam was thrown off of Vulture�s
back onto the hard wet pavement, crying out at her landing.

For now I had to worry about myself, as Jarhead�s stagnant
breath wafted past my nose and the feeling of his small gut pressed into my
ass.� He slammed me face first into the
brick wall nearby, seemingly confident that his friends could handle their own
�prisoners�, and put me down. Not letting me loose at all, he pressed himself
hard against me, and let the hand around my waist roam down a little
further.� I increased my struggles.� No fucking way was this pussy-ass
motherfucker going to take me down like this, no way.

�Payback for my nose, bitch.�

I tuned the others out for the moment� I couldn�t help them
if I was getting raped by this hairy army reject�

Jarhead�s other hand came off of my mouth with a warning of
�Scream and I slam you,� before running down my neck and onto my chest.�� I ignored it temporarily, let the asshole
cop a feel if he wanted to, that�s as far as he�d get.

Gathering what strength I had, I braced my left hand against
the brick wall and pushed hard, throwing �Jarhead off balance just enough to get my feet
into action.� I kicked up against the
wall and slammed us backwards onto the cement. Luckily Jarhead broke my fall.

The others were busy with my friends so they didn�t hear his
yell.� His arm was still around my waist
but that didn�t last long. I twisted my way free, rolled onto the cement and
kicked him hard with my booted foot right in the ribs.�� With a grunt he rolled over onto his side
and didn�t move for a moment.�

Leaving him to his pain I hurried over to my girls, Mad
still struggling with Vulture and Tru already
bent against a garbage bin with a bleeding nose and Assface behind her trying
to pull his fly down.�� I jumped to help
Mad as she was getting repeatedly slammed against the wall and didn�t look like
she could hold out much longer.� Her
blonde hair was almost black with dirt and grime and she looked a little
dazed.�� I ran up and kicked Vulture
in the shin right as Mad fell off his back onto the ground again.� Freed, Vulture
decided to try to take the both of us on.��
Dumb shit didn�t know what he was getting into.

�Mad, go get help.�� I
panted.� Vulture
looked at her and made to grab her again but I got in the way and he took me
down instead.� �GO! Call the cops!��

Mad just stood there for a moment.� It wasn�t until she saw Jarhead getting up
off the pavement that she took her cue and got the hell out of there. I heard
her high heels click along the alley back towards the club.� It would take her a few minutes to get there
and explain this; hopefully we could hold out til then.

With both Jarhead and Vulture
on me I couldn�t get to Tru.� She was
fighting like a soldier, not letting Assface get an inch closer. Somehow she�d
gotten past him and to the other side of the alley.� Her face was bloody and her hair a mess, but
otherwise she looked okay. Assface on the other hand was limping.

They should have known better than to mess with us.� We weren�t raised as wussies, and there was
no way we�d let these pricks win without one hell of a fight, and possibly some
broken bones.

Jarhead got to where me and Vulture
were still struggling on the ground.� I
may be tough but I had to be honest with myself, there was no goddamned way I
could take on two of these guys.� I had
no formal training, nothing. I just fought.�
They had a good hundred pounds each on me.�� I knew when I was beaten, but, being me, I
was in denial.� So I fought harder.

Dumb-ass me for
wearing a skirt.�

Jarhead kneeled and grabbed my legs while Vulture
sat on my stomach, getting a firm grip on my wrists and forcing them over my
head.� With the both of them on me I
couldn�t move a damn muscle. �I could
barely breathe with Vultures weight pushing
all air out of me, and Jarhead�s fumbling with my kicking legs made it
harder.� Down and defeated I finally let
myself try to hear what Tru was up to, but could only hear occasional grunting
and the sound of garbage rolling and smooshing.�
I prayed it wasn�t what I thought it was, Tru wasn�t easily defeated,
and maybe she was pounding his head into the side of the garbage cans.� I could only wish.

When I felt Vulture shift
his weight upwards, onto my chest instead of my belly, I focussed back on my
own situation. I couldn�t help Tru if I was flattened, could I?� I could only hope Mad got back with some help
in time.

With Vulture�s full weight
on my chest I could feel my ribs bend to take it, and breathing became a near
impossibility.� Worse, Jarhead had let go
of my feet but decided instead to explore under my skirt, lifting my legs by
the knees so he could fit comfortably between them. I was helpless, breathless,
and close to panic.�� Vulture
just leaned down closer to my face and grinned, yellowed crooked teeth
flashing.

�Yeahhhh, I love a woman with spirit.�� He pushed forward more so his blue-jeaned
crotch was right near my chin.��

�You got her?��
Jarhead asked, reaching with sweaty hands for the waist of my
panties.� I started kicking harder but it
was useless.

�She ain�t goin� anywhere.�
Make it fast, that bitch might come back with cops and I want my turn
before then.�

The men�s voices were distorted, fading� I was losing
consciousness and I couldn�t do a goddamn thing about it.� My chest constricted at the thought that when
I woke up, if I woke up, I�d be
violated, beaten, and traumatized.� And
there was nothing I could do to help Tru.�
Screaming wouldn�t help any either, so I didn�t waste what little breath
I had.

At least Mad got out.

Vulture, still on my chest,
lifted his ass a little, held my wrists with one hand instead of both, and
unzipped his fly. I took the opportunity to breathe deep, unsure of when I�d
get the opportunity again.� It didn�t
take much to guess what he had in mind, and I wanted to be conscious enough to
bite.� Jarhead by now had my panties off
and was undoing his fly as well.�

If only I could get my
fucking legs free!

*~*

Perched atop the
liquor store roof was a shimmering blur of air, hunched over and observing the
scene below. He was disgusted. �Non-interference was one of the rules they
were all taught at a young age, especially when it came to the people of the
blue planet. They had higher technology than most, and their communications and
developing weaponry could potential pose a danger to his kind.

But this?� The scene below made the lone hunter sick to
his stomach.� Females may be weaker on
this planet, but they should be respected, not violated like this.� The smaller of the two females was already
violated and half dead from the continued beatings the big male had given her
during the rape.� The bigger female was
about to share the same fate if something didn�t happen for her soon.� One male was hard enough to fight, two
impossible, especially for a being so small.�
She had fire though, the Hunter gave her that much.�

His inner debate took
him home.� Would he have sat around while
this disgrace occurred mere feet away from him? No.� �Could
he stand by and watch it happen here? The Hunter did not care for oomans the
least bit,� thinking them a weak and
stupid species, but he figured nobody deserved what happened to those females,
and what was about to happen to the larger one.�
He came to a decision.

He would stand by no
longer.

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