Human Hunter 2 | By : ZenRose Category: M through R > Predator Views: 8569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The males patiently waited
as the vessel docked. They feared the worst when they realized it arrived on
autopilot. No clans have had successful hunting on the planet they called Prey,
Earth as it was known to the indigenous species. M’gor
walked up to his brother’s vessel, knowing he was about to see yet another dead
Yautja. The doors opened slowly and he waited until the vapors cleared before
stepping into the ship.
“Send for an doctor,” he called out as he knelt before his injured
brethren. “He is alive!” His older brother was barely breathing. The injured
Hunter looked up and tried to speak, but M’gor shook
his head. “Conserve your strength. You are the only one who returned.” M’gor regarded his brother’s wound, the same marks he found
on his other dead kin. It was a deep wound in the stomach, made by wrist blades
or a maul. He’d heard rumors that the Ooman’s were defending themselves now,
making the Hunt much more exciting; so much so that Elders came out to hunt
again, only to return dead on their ship with no recording device attached to
them. No one could tell what happened or how the Ooman’s could possibly carry
their people back to their ship, let alone figure out how to find it.
“He will live,” the doctor
grunted. “Now we will find out what has happened to so many of our Hunters.”
“Shra’van?” Ta’noj
walked up to his brother and nudged his shoulder. It had been years since he
last saw him, since Shra’van moved to the ship Gro’thon-ious
over a hundred years ago. They rarely found time to see one another. Shra’van
gave him a weary look.
“Where have you been,
Brother?”
Ta’noj held up his
trophies and grunted, “I’ve just returned.”
“You do not know, then?”
Shra’van shook his head. “Come with me to Father’s quarters.”
Ta’noj noted as they
walked to their father’s quarters that others looked at them gravely. He
couldn’t understand what was going on, noticing Shra’van nod to others as he
walked. Two of their younger brothers, K’garn and Ad’vey, walked up to them and
embraced them both.
“What is wrong with you all?”
Ta’noj chuckled. “Do not worry. I left plenty of Hard Meat for you.”
“He does not know,”
Shra’van explained to them. “He just returned when I docked.”
“Know what?” Ta’noj
growled.
“Are you going to see
Father?” K’garn questioned. Shra’van nodded as they continued their trek.
Ta’noj could hear his
father’s loud piercing roar as they walked off the elevator. “Do they ever get
enough,” he joked.
“He is in pain,” Ad’vey
spoke barely above a whisper. “He has been for almost a week.”
“That’s how long I’ve been
gone,” Ta’noj mumbled. “How is Mother?”
There was no reply as
the doors opened.
Sh’lok turned to see his
sons. Ta’noj noted sadness and despair as his father regarded him and his
brothers.
Ta’noj walked up to his
father. “Father, what is wrong? Is Mother well?”
Sh’lok looked at his
son. Ta’noj could tell he had been crying. He knew something must have been
terribly wrong to cause his father to emit tears. He looked around at the
broken furniture before looking back at his father.
“Your mother was found dead
almost a week ago in one of the training halls,” Sh’lok spoke in a low tone.
“Someone killed her. A deep wound in the stomach made by
wrist blades or a maul.”
Ta’noj shook his head,
not believing a word his father said and roared angrily.
He looked around and
realized he was on his ship. Ta’noj roared once more from the pain of losing
his mother. Each time the dream returned it felt like it just happened. It
didn’t matter to him that it was over a hundred years ago. They never found his
mother’s killer and everyday he kept searching.
“What you are saying is
simply impossible!” the leader roared. “All this time, the ooman’s have not
advanced themselves? It has been a bad blood killing
us?”
“He said something before
he attacked me.” The injured Yautja tried to sit upright. “He said: Remember
my name. I am Ta’noj. Son of Sh’lok and Kayla.”
“Kayla,” M’gor growled. “I know
this name. She is the ooman who spoke with the Jafren. I have heard many
stories about her. She is dead. Out of respect we should let her family know
before we set out to kill him.”
~~~~~
Like I said it’s just a snippet. Yes all hell has broken loose.
Kayla’s dead, Kul’vir’s dead. This very
last story centers around the death of Kayla and
basically who did it and why… I’ll just leave it at that.
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