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My Savior, My Elder, My .....	By : JulieL Category: M through R > Predator Views: 10114 -:- 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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My eyes finally flutter open. I can feel a sheet over the top of me. I hear a clicking noise and feel my heart race. I try to move but searing pain and a large hand force me back down.

A soft light flickers on and I see the male that tended to my wounds earlier. I try to move once more but again the pain and hand holds me down. �Lie still little one; if they know you are awake you will have to pick up where you left off.�

I close my eyes with the pain. �Give me childbirth any day.�

The male laughs at my comment. �You may yet get your chance female. I cannot believe one of them has actually sired offspring with you.�

I shake my head from side to side, wishing I could just wake up from this nightmare. �This can�t be happening.�

I feel a sharp pain in my thigh and my body relaxes. �Sleep a few hours, when you awaken the child within will be gone.�

As I slowly drifted into unconsciousness I hear the door slide open. My abusers casually walk in. The larger male points to the door. �She still needs time to heal, leave.�

I hear them grunt as they walk to the door then the darkness claims me once more.
My imagination works overtime. Going from my childhood of which had been painful at times through the happier times to the pain I was suffering now. In the back of my mind I can hear soft clicking noises and a tender touch as I finish helping Charlie with his homework, or so I think.

I could hear the soft clicking noises again and again the tender touch. �Welcome back.�

Turning I see my caregiver. �You have been asleep for six days. I thought you would not wake again.�

I bring my hands to my face I sigh. �Something tells me I�m going to wish I hadn�t.�

A grunt is all I receive.

I shudder in fear as the male approaches me. Even though all this male had done is heal my wounds he still frightens me. He helps me off the table as I feel stiff after lying on the cold table for days. To his credit he walks me around the room a few times holding me closely in case I fall. He doesn�t have to, he could just let me be.

I didn�t notice before but I now have clothes on, a pull on shirt and baggy pants. They feel so soft and cool and I am actually cooler now clothed than what I was when naked. I look down to the clothing then to the male. �Thank you�

The male bows his head.
The male sits me back up onto the table. My heart races as he waves a small electronic device over my neck. I can hear something in my neck beep and my heart beats even faster. The male places his hand on my shoulder. �Relax Ooman; I have just entered some more words into your translator. You must not let anyone know you understand them more or they will kill you and me.�

I nod in understanding as he places the small device down. �Ooman�

The translator simply repeats the word back. The male nods. �Yes female it is how my species pronounces your species name.�

I lower my head as I nod. �Where are we?�

I really don�t expect him to answer my question but I hope he does. He growls menacingly as he moves forward as if he was about to strike me. �Never ask us a question unless it has to do with your duties.�

I gasp. Duties, what does that mean? Am I a prisoner, a slave?

He let out a trilling noise that turned into human laughter. Maybe trilling is how they laugh. My puzzled look must amuse him. �I will answer your question once Ooman. We are in orbit above your moon. Your Master will be here shortly to retrieve you.�

I lower my head and shake it. This can�t be happening can it? The discomfort was certainly real enough. I am going to be a slave to these huge beings and from what I experienced a few days ago it isn�t going to be simple cooking and cleaning duties.�
Hearing the door hiss open my heart races so I slowly look up and I wish I hadn�t. It was the same two males that abused me earlier.

As they approach the male that healed me I try to look. Trying to take in their features but all the while being mindful not to stare or make eye contact.

I notice the Healer for want of a better word is larger and taller than the other pair. His dreadlocks are graying so he is probably older. The male that held me seems slightly shorter than the Healer but not by much. The other male is way shorter than the other two but is still tall by human standards.

I keep my head low as I study them further. My abusers have dark brown almost black dreadlocks. They are obviously younger than the Healer.
I have a feeling they are talking about me but the only words I could make out from the position I am in was Ooman��after a few unknown words ready��followed by some other words then now.

The Healer shakes his head in a no motion and I hear the word ready. As the two males approach me the Healer continues to shake head saying ready. He was trying to tell them I am not ready.

The short male grabs me by the chin roughly. He drags his talon down my check cutting me. He licks the blood that flows. My translator picks up the words. �She sits, she ready. Now heal face.�

I can see the Healer�s shoulders drop as he reaches for a vial of fluid. He dabs it on the fresh cut and it sizzles the skin on my face. Even though it hurt I�m not going to give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream. I simply take deep breaths in and out until the pain subsides.

I hear the short male growl menacingly at the Healer. �Remember what I have of yours Uncle and what I will do if you cross me.�

I lower my head as the Healer sighs deeply. �How could I forget that my Nephew? You hold the two most precious things in creation.�

The short male laughs and I hear what sounds like someone being slapped on the back. �Good, I would hate to have to harm such precious things.�
The taller male grabs my wrist painfully and pulls me off the table. He walks so quickly towards the door I don�t think my feet touch the ground. I cry out as he pushes me against the wall outside the room. �Please no�

As he pins me against the wall using his chest my head level with his he draws his head back and laughs almost demonically while he tries to make me look into his eyes. He brings his hand to my face and squeezes my cheeks inward. I groan in pain and he laughs at me once more.

Suddenly he grabs me by the neck and drops me to the ground. I cough to try and get my breath back. I look up just in time to see his leg being brought into a kicking position but the short male stops him.

He growls to gain my attention and I tentatively look up at the shorter male in acknowledgement then lower it again. �Ooman you will follow�

I sit paralyzed with fear. Looking around my heart pounding. He pulls me to my feet by my hair then painfully forces my head to the side. �You will obey me; Ooman follow.�

With my head forced to the side he begins to walk off. One of his strides is easily equal to almost three of mine. As we walk down endless corridors from my head in its sideways position I could see many doors, some open some closed. Several times males would walk from open doors and watch as I am led along. Every once in a while a low growl could be heard and a few times my translator picks up the words �Fresh Meat�
It seems like we have been walking forever until a door opens and we enter a large room. I see three males sitting at some sort of control panel full of flashing lights and strange symbols. Suddenly I hear a beeping noise sound and the short male pushes me roughly to the floor never letting go of my hair.

Standing behind me he forces my head upwards as an image begins to filter through onto a screen.

I gasp in shock and shake my head. I try to lower it but the short male holds my head firm. �No, what are you going to do to them?�

The male made a grunting sound. �Up to you, obey me they live.�
Although the image is focused clearly on my husband and son I can see the rest of my family also. They are at the cemetery. I see several police officers and the media in the background. As the image panned around I saw Chris�s family. I had almost forgotten about him. Does that mean he is here too?

My tears threaten to fall as I hear my son yell for me and rush for the gravesite. My husband grabs him and holds him tight kissing him tenderly.

All my attempts to hold my tears back were failing. I close my eyes from the images. I can block the vision of my son�s pain but not the sound. As I try to cover my ears I feel a set of large hands ripping my hands away from them.
The short male laughs and pulls my head back using my hair once more. He begins to speak but my translator only picks up some of what he was saying. �Ooman�.Look at them.�

He pulls my hair back again forcing me to look at him. �Obey Ooman ��.Master, or they die.�

I slowly look at the image. I have to be strong. I take deep breaths in and out. How could they do this to my family? Why me?
The short male throws me to the ground then kicks my stomach. He laughs as I curl into a ball from the pain. He grabs me by the neck and squeezes. �You will call me and only me Master; do you understand?�

I slowly nod my head as he releases his grip only to tighten it again. It was almost as if he wanted me to verbally acknowledge it. As he loosens his grip again I look quickly up into his eyes, lowering them I try to talk as steadily as I can. �Yes My Master�

Nodding he lets go of me. I glance to the where the image of my family was but it�s gone. There are only stars speeding by. We have left earth.
Sorry for the couple of short chapters. I promise the next few are a little longer and lots of stuff happens. Hehehehe.
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