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All Good Things Come to Those Who Wait	By : torturequeen06 Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I'm sorry for the long delay on this chapter. I've been trying to write a book and haven't had the time to really write on this story. This actually isn't the full chapter of nine. It's only about half of it. I decided to post the first half just to give you guys something to read and to let you know, I do still plan on finishing this story, it's just going to take a lot longer than expected. I really don't know when the second half of this chapter will be done, but I'm trying my best to get it done as quickly as possible. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think about it.
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Many sets of eyes watched the human compound from afar. They had been watching it for days now, waiting for the one they hunted to come out. She had been severely injured during their last meeting and would have died if it had not been for the damnable yautja that had gotten in their way. That creature had been much stronger than they had predicted, as had the female they had tried to eliminate. Even though the pair had been severely outnumbered, they had managed to defend themselves quite well. The group�s number was greatly reduced by more than half. Currently, they were waiting for reinforcements to arrive. Once they arrived, the plan was to invade the compound and kill every living creature inside of it. No human could know that they existed and no human would know.
�How long until reinforcements arrive?� the leader of the group asked, his yellow-orange eyes blazing like mini suns in the dark of the night.
The one his eyes fell onto answered, �Just three days, Hasinth.� He had to repress a shudder at the sight of those eyes. They were filled with nothing but malice and hate, and all of it was directed at the woman they were hunting.
Hasinth turned away from the man and back to the compound where Jack was currently residing. Since Hasinth had been the one to train Jack, the Council had seen it fitting that he be the one to kill her. That may have been the reason that they had given, but all knew it was because Hasinth was most likely the only one that could kill her. Though the woman was only a hybrid, she had proved to be very deadly. Never again would they make the mistake of underestimating the woman. They had to send the best out to kill her, and Hasinth was the best. If any Arathian could kill her, it would be him.
Turning away from the human compound, Hasinth started to make his way toward the camp deep in the woods that surrounded the building. �Let�s hope the traitors don�t arrive before then,� he spoke as he walked. �If they do, we�ll be in trouble.� The last was muttered to himself, though others, with their acute hearing, heard it perfectly. And they all could not help but agree with their leader. They prayed to their gods that Selest�s group would not appear before the reinforcements arrived.
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Two days earlier
The pain that Jack had been in from the beating she had taken the day before had had reduced greatly. Because of Selest�s success in her experiments, Jack healed faster and in a day, all of her minor cuts and bruises were gone, but her greater wounds would take another day, maybe two, before they had vanished as well, only leaving scars behind. To Jack, she was healing too fast. She knew that as soon as she was in perfect shape, the General would order the experiments on her to start. After years of already being someone else�s guinea pig, she was tired of it.
Sighing, Jack rolled over in the bed and let her eyes roam B�rasch�s sleeping form. His chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern that only sleep or great relaxation could bring. Ever since she had awoken hours ago, B�rasch had been asleep. Jack had been hoping he would be awake so they could talk, but she had no such luck. Though it was very tempting to, Jack refrained from waking him up. She had no idea how the big guy would react to be forcefully awakened, and she did not want to find out. B�rasch was over seven feet tall and made of nothing but pure muscle, if he was the type to get angry when woken up, she was pretty much dead meat, no matter how �improved� she was from the Arathian experiments.
So, instead, Jack rolled over and pushed herself off of the bed, heading toward the bathroom. Having refrained from doing so before, she felt it was time for her to look at her own wounds. Hamilton had come in earlier to check on her and change the bandages, but she had kept her eyes closed the entire time, something that made Hamilton poke fun at her for. When she had reminded him what happened when she saw her own blood, he quickly shut his mouth. Sure, she remembered how to control it now, but Hamilton had not known that. There was just no way in hell she was going to let him, or anyone, know that looking at her own wounds scared the shit out of her. They just reminded her how close to death she had been, how close she had been to losing, and how fragile she really was. No matter how quick she was, how strong she was, she was still only made out of flesh and bone, and flesh was soft, so soft any knife could cut through. One day, she was going to die, and there was nothing she could do about that.
Once in the bathroom Jack�s plan had been to go to the mirror and look at herself, but the plan quickly changed when she spotted the Jacuzzi sized bathtub built into the floor in the middle of the bathroom. Jack had completely forgotten that B�rasch had a tub, and as soon as she saw it, her mind and body decided that was what it wanted. A nice, hot, relaxing bath. With quick light steps, she made her way to the faucet and turned on the hot full blast. Climbing down into the tub, she stopped up the drain with the plug attached to it with a silver chain. While the tub filled with the scalding hot water, Jack got out and slowly peeled off her clothing.
By the time she was finished pulling off her clothing, the tub was a quarter of the way filled. That gave her plenty of time to look at her battered body. All she was going to take was one quick glance and then never look at herself in the mirror again until she was fully healed. One deliberately slow step at a time she made her way to the mirror that hung on the left side of the wall. When she was directly in front of the mirror she closed her eyes and stood there, willing herself to open them. They opened, closed, and she walked away. She could not do it, and she would not force herself too. �Coward,� she insulted herself under her breath while making her way back to the tub.
After the tub filled, she shut off the water and clung to the edge letting most of her body relax and soak up the heat. The tub was deep enough to where she had to stand in it, and standing was not what she wanted to do. Since there was no where for her to sit, she clung to the edge and let the rest of her body relax. Maybe, when she was healed, she would put a chair or something in there so she could take a bath without worrying about drowning herself.
Taking in a deep breath and letting out slowly, Jack closed her eyes so that she could think. Completely relaxing was out of the question. If she did that, she might fall asleep and falling asleep in the tub, no matter the size, was not a very smart thing to do. So, she kept her mind moving so that sleep would not over come her. Falling asleep was the last thing she wanted to do�.
A strong hand gripped her arm tightly and yanked her up harshly. Jack�s head broke the surface of the water and she tried to gasp for breath. Instead, she started to cough and sputtered, water spewing from her mouth and nose. Once her body and ejected all of the water, Jack was left gasping for air. The air burned her lungs and caused her to cough more, almost as hard as when she was tried to get the water out of her lungs. When the burning subsided and she could breathe properly, she groaned, holding herself on the edge of the tub with new vigor. �I fell asleep, didn�t I?� She did not have to look behind her to know that her savior had been B�rasch. No one else would have thought to check the bathroom for her.
�Yes,� he answered in his gravely voice. Jack felt the ripples of the water as he moved closer to her. His hand touched her should and gave it a little squeeze. �Are you well?� Jack nodded her reply, not wanting to cause her throat any unnecessary pain since it was sore from all the coughing. He removed his hand, leaving a warm spot where it had touched her skin. �I will stay until you are finished.�
Jack wanted to argue that she did not need a babysitter to watch over her while she took a bath, but considering what had just happened, she decided to keep her mouth shut. Instead, she asked, �How did you know I was in here?�
�Your scent,� he replied as if the answer should have been as clear as day (he had, also, heard the water running). That answer amazed Jack considering the male had no nose. She had not thought B�rasch could smell anything much less her. She shared her disbelief with him and he released a low rumbling chuckle. �There is a lot for you to learn, Little One.�
At the words Little One Jack�s eyebrows furrowed. That was something that she had never been called before, and did not know if she liked it or not. Usually when people call someone �Little One� they were talking to a child, but coming from B�rasch, it was different. Compared to him, she was little. Very little. She would just have to wait and see what she felt about the nickname later. �Teach me,� she commanded more than asked.
The water rippled once again, and Jack turned around to see what he was doing. B�rasch had taken a seat in the tub, his head and most of his chest sticking out of the water. His eyes were closed, and Jack thought he was thinking of what he should teach her first. �I cannot,� he finally answered.
Jack had expected that answer, but it did not annoy her any less. Being used to getting what she wanted, it was hard getting denied. It was fine with her if he did not want to tell her anything about his people. There were always other ways of gathering the information that she wanted, like the indirect way. �Well, just tell me about yourself then?� Maybe by asking questions about himself rather than his people, B�rasch might let some information slip. This process would take longer, but, at the moment, Jack had nothing but time on her hands.
Knowing Jack�s game, B�rasch did not know if he should answer. Was there really any harm in letting the ooman female know a little bit about his people? He trusted the female Jack enough to do so, and knew that she would tell no one what he told her. And, there was always the option of once they made their escape, of taking her with him. He had heard of males from other clans taking prey as �pets�, why could he not do the same? There were no rules against it, but those who had pets were looked down upon. B�rasch�s family had never been too kindly looked upon so, there would be no difference there. The only problem was, Jack was not pet material. She just was not timid enough. It would be only a matter of moments before someone looked at her the wrong way and she was challenging them. There was no doubt in B�rasch�s mind that he could protect the female, but Jack was too headstrong and prideful to be protected. She would never let him fight her battles for her. Those two attributes might get her in a lot of trouble with his clan mates, but, after seeing how well she handled the kainde amedha, he knew she would have no problem proving herself to them.
All of this went through his head in a matter of seconds. Just a couple of seconds of deliberation and he knew he was going to play along with Jack�s little game. But, before that, �You need to get out of the water. You are bleeding.�
Jack scoffed. �You�re just trying to change the subject.� Just to make sure that she was right, she looked at the water around her. Sure enough, it had started to turn a light pink. �Damn,� muttered Jack under her breath, though B�rasch heard it perfectly clear. He chuckled lightly as he helped her out of the tub. Normally, Jack would have shoved him away from her, but she was sore enough to know that she needed help getting out. Receiving help would look less pathetic then her struggling to get out of the tub herself and, most likely, injuring herself some more. It was not until she was fully out of the warm water and the cold air hit her, goose bumps erupting all over her flesh, that Jack realized that she had forgotten to grab a towel. �Um, Trunks?� she called softly. �Could you grab me a towel, please?� Jack had deemed it too cold to move.
Rolling his eyes, B�rasch went to hunt down the item the female desired. Once he found it, he tossed it in her general direction, not caring if it made it to her or not. As soon as the towel had left his hand, B�rasch exited the bathroom and entered the bedroom. The female�s clothes were still strewn about the room, neither one of them having bothered to clean up the mess. The only reason why he had told the female to clean up the mess he had made was because the female had started to appear depressed, and depression did not suit her. Anger, hate, rage, those were the emotions he expected from the female Jack, not sadness. It had been a little unsettling to him. So, he had decided to change her mood. It had worked a little better than he had expected.
Several seconds after B�rasch had stepped out of the bathroom, Jack did so as well, the towel wrapped firmly around her. A glance around the room and she sighed heavily. She really did not want to clean up that mess, but it appeared that she would have to. B�rasch probably did not remember where which draws he pulled each different type of clothing from, and she had a feeling that he did not know how to fold them. It would just be better if she did it herself, that way she knew everything was done correctly. But, cleaning up the clothes could wait. At that moment, absorbing all the information that B�rasch was about to share was more important to her. It was not everyday that you came across an alien creature and one that you could actually speak to. Besides, Jack was genuinely interested in learning more about B�rasch as an individual as well. Jack felt it strange that she did not know anything about the male considering that she was now sharing a room with him.
Feet paddling on the cold floor, Jack crossed the room quickly and ran to the bed. Jack made herself comfortable knowing that it was going to a while before she got up again. Once she was comfortable, Jack realized that she was still in just the towel. Releasing a heavily sigh, Jack scanned the bedroom floor in search of her night clothes. When he eyes landed on the desired items, she got off of the bed and quickly put them on, forgoing any undergarments. That did not matter to her since she planned on staying in bed. Her body was still in need of repair, and resting was the best way for that to happen. If she just stayed in bed until she was fully healed, there was less of a chance of her reopening some of her deeper wounds, though they had already healed a majority of the way. Besides, she had no idea if it was night or day at the moment, and she was still exhausted. She wanted badly to listen to everything that B�rasch was going to tell her, but she knew that the possibly of her passing out while he talked was immense. If she wanted to stay up the entire time, she would have to sit up, but it hurt to sit up. She would just have him retell her everything that she missed if she did happen to fall asleep.
Her clothes on, the usual black short shorts and black tank top, Jack made her way back to the bed and wiggled herself into a comfortable laying position. She watched as B�rasch glanced about the room slowly, pausing on some spots longer than others. He was stalling. That fact did not make Jack happy, but she allowed him to do so. With the way that he avoided her questions before, Jack guessed that there was some kind of catch with him telling her what she wanted to know. He was probably debating on whether or not it was worth the risk in letting her know all of his peoples secrets. She would let him have his time to decide if she were or not.
�If I tell you what you want to know,� B�rasch�s voice rang out in the quiet room, causing Jack to jump, �you will have to come with me when we escape.� There never had been a question of when they would escape in B�rasch�s mind, he always knew that they would, it was just a matter of time. The female getting injured had set back his plans a bit, but she was healing at an incredible rate so, it was only a matter of time before he could set his plan into motion. That was, as long as there were no other interruptions and the female did not do something to once again injure herself.
There was no need for Jack to think about her answer. If she was going to get what she wanted, then yes, she would gladly go with him to wherever it was he lived. She told him as much, but he just shook his head, muttering that she didn�t understand. �What don�t I understand,� Jack snapped, the tide of her anger rising.
�You would have to live as my pet.�
Before the weight of his words actually hit her, Jack opened her mouth to say something smart, but closed it instantly when she realized what he had said. His pet. If she wanted to know about him, she would have to become his pet. Of course, they both knew it would be an act, but Jack did not know if she were a good enough actress for something like that. Acting like someone�s plaything would really damage her pride. Pride was one of her biggest faults, and Jack could admit that. But, was her pride worth her life? Would she be able to pull off playing pet if her life depended on it? The answer to that question was, yes. If her life depended on it, which she had a feeling it did, then she would get on her hands and knees and beg if he wanted her to. Of course, she would attempt to kill him later for it, but that would be later. �Tell me everything.�
That had not been the answer he had been expecting. It seemed the ooman female was full of surprises. B�rasch had believed that once he told her that she would have to live as his pet, she would no longer want to know the information that she had been asking for. But she had agreed to it with hardly any thought. The female Jack probably did not truly understand what she had agreed to, but she had agreed to it nonetheless. He would part with whatever information she wanted now. The only problem was, he did not know where to start. To alleviate this problem, he would simply let Jack asked the questions, and he would answer them. B�rasch told the female that he may ask whatever she liked.
There had been a question on Jack�s mind since their time in the holding cell that she had wanted to ask the alien male. She had never asked it because, though she hated to admit it, she was too frightened to. She was not afraid of the answer, but how he would react to the question. �Why did you come to Earth?�
B�rasch was a little taken back by the question. He had expected her to ask it eventually, but not it to be the first. Keeping quiet, B�rasch deliberated how exactly he should answer her. The answer was going to push his knowledge of her ooman language, and it was going to be difficult to explain. �To find my brother.�
At first, Jack was confused, but the longer B�rasch�s story went on, the more she understood. The brother he had been searching for was his younger brother (not the youngest, as she came to learn). He had been missing for some time and presumed dead, but somehow or another, Jack had not really been listening to that part, B�rasch�s people had learned otherwise. B�rasch�s younger brother had been captured by the Arathians while he had been hunting in the jungle. At that revelation, Jack tensed, remembering the time she had gotten lost in the Arathian complex, or whatever it was they had called it. What she had found was the Council�s dirty little secret. The real reason why they had left their home planet and moved to Earth. They had not been just experimenting on humans, but some other beings as well. Arathians may be peaceful, but they loved their science projects, and did not view those as violent, though some of what they created was so grotesque that they had caused Jack to heave up the meal she had previously eaten. There was a huge possibility that the Arathians were experimenting on B�rasch�s brother as they spoke. And she told him as much. B�rasch was not happy to hear that. He went on a tirade of what Jack believed to be curses in his own tongue. �Look,� Jack started sharply, �playing God is what the Arathians do best, but not all of them are like that. Some of them, like Hamilton�s mother, are good people. They don�t even know what�s happening. It�s the Council and a few others that are doing this. Like the ones that attacked me,� Jack added on a side note.
That piqued B�rasch�s interest. If it was the Arathians that had attacked the female, that could possibly mean that they were still around, watching the ooman complex waiting for another opportunity to attack her once again. They could be his lead to his getting his brother back. All he had to do was get his hands on just one of them, and they could tell him where exactly they are hiding him. Then, once he got out of here, he could retrieve his brother. The female Jack was proving to be more valuable than he had previously believed. She was now the key to getting his younger brother back.
Uncomfortable with the way B�rasch was staring at her, Jack tried to change the subject. �So, if you were searching for your brother in the jungle, how exactly did you end up in the United States?�
�Mar�tak and I received word of the infestation. We quickly came to exterminate the kainde amedha.� When he said the last, the female looked confused. He realized that she did not know what he was talking about. Taking a few seconds to search his memory, he tried to recall what word the oomans had called the kainde amedha. When he could not, he just simply said, �The creatures that attacked the compound.�
�Oh, the xenomorphs.� Jack pronounced the last slowly so the male could learn the word. He repeated it several times until he felt that he had committed it to memory. Once he was silent Jack asked, �Why didn�t you keep looking for your brother? He�s family, he should be more important than us humans.�
B�rasch shook his head. �Cleansing the infestation is more important. It would not take much time for the� xenomorphs,� he pronounced the unfamiliar words slowly, �to take over the planet. The ooman species would be wiped out, and that is something that could not be allowed.�
At least there�s someone looking out for us, thought Jack.
B�rasch continued his story. �Once we came to notice that it was a trap set by the oomans, we decided that one of us would be captured in case there were still more kainde amedha,� it just rolled off his tongue so much easier than the ooman word, �in their possession. Our main priority is now to destroy this compound.� Upon seeing the distress on the female�s face, B�rasch felt he should further explain himself. �We must make sure that the kainde amedha are destroyed. We cannot take the chance of them taking over this planet.� He failed to mention the part about him having to destroy all evidence of him and his brother ever being on the planet as well. That was something, he felt, better left unsaid.
In an understanding gesture, Jack nodded her head. It was perfectly understandable that B�rasch�s people would not want the eradication of her species. They did hunt them, after all. Funny how that fact never bothered her. Even if it did, it would be a little hypocritical of her considering how many humans (and nonhumans) she had killed in her lifetime thus far. The only difference the two had was she killed out of necessity and because she was commanded to, and he killed for sport. Besides, she had heard enough stories about the jungle demon to know that it was just in his nature. His people hunt humans, and they were always going to hunt humans. It was not like humans were the only species they hunted. There were plenty of others, at least, she would like to hope there were.
It was time for another subject change. �What�s your home planet like?� Jack was hoping this topic would be a little more lighthearted, and she was right. As soon as B�rasch started to speak of his home planet, there was a glow in his eyes that she had never witness before. He spoke animatedly about his home, and he could hear the longing in his voice. Every once in a while, he would use his own language when he could not think of how to say the word in English, but she never bothered to correct him. She did not have the heart to interrupt him. She did not even try to guess what he tried to say, just kept listening intently to his mesmerizing voice. It was deep, throaty, and hard to understand at times, but beautiful at the same time. His voice was actually lulling her to sleep, but she somehow managed to keep herself awake, afraid to break the spell. She would probably never hear him speak with such passion again, and there was just no way she was going to miss it. Going to sleep was not an option.
But, no matter how hard she tried to fight it, sleep overcame her. It was a mixture of B�rasch�s voice and her injured body needing rest that had finally put her to sleep, and once the male realized that she was asleep, he stopped speaking. That had been the longest conversation he had had with the female before. Surprisingly, watching the female sleep suddenly made him feel tired. He had been asleep for maybe twenty ooman minutes before the female Jack had awaken him when she had turned on the bath water. It was time that he went to sleep, since he had not had sleep in days and it was starting to take it�s toll on him. B�rasch decided then that he would need to leave the complex soon, he was getting too used to the ooman schedules.

Again, sorry for the long wait. I hope it was worth it. The second half of this chapter will be coming soon, hopefully. I'm not going to lie, it might be another couple of months. I'm hoping that's not the case, but we'll just have to wait and see.
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