Human Hunter
Human Hunter
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Title: Human Hunter
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especially chapter 6
hiding. Her father prepared her for this day all her life. If only he was alive
she would have told him how much she believed in him now. The medium sized
alien fumbled with his blade as he took it out of its covering. He was trying
to hunt the few men in the militia group she arrived here with, but he was
doing a poor job. They saw and heard him before he was able to camouflage
himself. The four men immediately drew out their weapons as they talked among each
other.
I’m going to kill the son of a bitch.” Suddenly the alien reappeared and a
blast shot off from the plasma cannon on his shoulder missing all four of the
soldiers.
panicked as he watched her emerge from the side of him. He didn’t know if he
should aim at the silhouette in the trees or look at her.
the trees. They were looking at a camouflage that far surpassed human
technology. “He’s just a little boy.”
or alive I think it will fetch a hefty pay off.”
paid you will not shoot.”
at them once more. “You’ve been warned. Stay here until I return or you won’t
get the rest of the money promised to you.”
the thick forest in
America
told her if and when they returned, this would be the place. His friend told
him it would be thirty years. Kayla set up her own camp on a hill and away from
the men and patiently waited, hoping it was the right clan. If not, tonight she
may die. She took out the snapping clams her father always carried. Taking a
deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment Kayla started to click the clam
shells together.
dimensional map. He could see the life signs of five humans within reach of the
young boy. He slammed his fist down practically breaking the table. “He was
never ready for this,” he roared at his brother. “You have condemned him to death!”
and would be made a slave on this ship. I would rather see him die an honorable
death.” He walked over to his brother and stopped within arms length. Sa’tesh
placed his hand on his shoulder. He knew his brother was against this from the
beginning. “You know it has always been done like this in our clan brother.
That is why we have such a strong bloodline. He will die as an
Kul’vir’s feeble attempt to close in on one smaller human.
up suddenly and closed his eyes. After a moment he opened them. “I must go to
Nam’rah. She is in fear and heat.”
warned him. “You are only the elder of this ship because I choose you to be. Go
to your mate.” They both stood ready to attack one another.
respected him as such. He also knew that Maha’vin could kill him with a blink
of an eye. It would take Sa’tesh a lifetime to go on all the hunts that
Maha’vin has done. Many thought he was a bad blood with honor. He killed just
for the hell of it, but no one has ever been able to prove it. Sa’tesh declared
him an honored warrior and therefore could not be eliminated.
nephews’ body. Then collect the heads of those whom are still alive.” He turned
off the map and walked away.
taught him but the more he sharpened the duller they became. He knew his father
would kill him if he didn’t come back home with several human heads. He thought
he was ready like his older brothers but he started to doubt himself. He looked
up suddenly, locks flying in the air as he thought he heard a faint cry for
help. The soft clicking of the mandibles told him he wasn’t the only Yautja in
the area. They cry sounded like that of a dying female. He abandoned the hope
of sharpening his blade and stood. He took out his battle spear and walked
towards the faint cry. Kul’vir quickened his pace noting he was almost there.
He knew a human must have attacked a female because he could still smell human
in the air. His cannon rose up slowly prepared to kill. Suddenly he tilted his
head to the side as he walked closer to the sound. “Ooman.”
producing more adrenalin than she could ever imagine. She knew he could sense
it. She tried to calm herself knowing if it were the correct clan she would be
ok. Then again she was unarmed and maybe he would walk away and leave her. He
was young. Her father taught her that the unblooded
were the most unpredictable. They were too eager for their first kill. She had
seen how he shot his plasma cannon and knew he hadn’t taken a kill yet. She
suddenly stopped clicking her shells.
Kayla could feel his stare on her body. Without looking at the young
hunter she slowly and passively bowed to him. When she looked back up he was
still staring at her with his head cocked to the side. Kayla could faintly make
out his soft chirps. He sounded as though he was saying 'do you understand.'
Since she was a child Kayla practiced their language. She only spoke it with
her father. She positioned her tongue and held her clams ready as she tried to
speak. “Please, take off your mask.”
complying with her wishes. "Do you understand me ooman?"
walk over to study him more, but she knew any sudden movements could set him
off.
he noticed the five rings in her hair. She wore dreads as well, except they
weren’t as thick as his and the fibers were different. He touched the mark on
one of her rings then quickly stepped back, mandibles flaring at her. Kayla
jumped when he let out an ear piercing roar. "Why do you wear my clan
symbols?" he demanded to know.
slowly reached into her jacket and took out a sealed, folded parchment paper.
"You belong to the Jac’Skul De Legion." He
snatched the parchment paper from her and started reading it. He glanced at
her, then the paper as he read.
I, Zai’gham. I have chosen to walk my path, my last
days with our unknown enemy, Oomans. Maha’vin shall
now take my place as elder. You will receive my words from a male or female
ooman. The son or daughter of my last friend. He saved
my life and I saved his sanity. His offspring wears my rings and they shall
never be removed. This ooman has too, been trained for the hunt and follows the
same code and ethics. Bare in mind, this ooman is yet, just an ooman and is
weaker than us. If she is female her training would be minimal. The ooman shall
be, and is a part of my clan.
mine. Be well and shall our clan Jac’Skul De Legion
spread across the universe.
at him. Kayla was all of 5’9”. If she were to guess, the Yautja before her was
at least seven feet. She don’t know exactly what was in the letter but whatever
it was made him bow his head to her. “I am Kul’vir.”
they stared at one another. Kayla thought she would be afraid if she ever met
one but growing up with an eccentric father whom practically taught her how to
draw them on paper, she found it a bit comforting. As if she was meeting her
pen pal for the first time. She grew accustomed to their looks and admired the
muscles in their bodies. “I have so many questions that my father couldn’t
answer…” He quickly cut her off.
on her breast. They were much softer than his species. His head tilted to the
side as her nipples grew hard. Kayla suddenly swapped his hand and quickly
stepped back. She didn’t reach for her knife that was strapped on her leg.
Kayla knew although he was a bad shot at a distance, he could be quick in up
close combat.
answer your questions when my hunt is over.”
he walked away. She stayed behind him but walked close enough for him to hear
her. “You have only two more days to make your kill.” When they reached his
camp ground she continued softly. “Let me help you.”
He went back to sharpening his blades. He would look over at her as he
sharpened. Kayla sat across from the clumsy child. After a moment he finally
spoke. “How could you know how to sharpen a shuriken?” She slowly reached for
it after he threw it on the ground in frustration. Kayla took out a sharpening
tool her father gave her years ago. After sharpening the second blade he sat
closer to her. “Show me.”