My Yautja, My Friend.
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Category:
M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,747
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own the Predators. I don't make any money from the writing of this story so don't sue me, ha ha. I do this as I enjoy writing.
Back Home.
He grabbed her hands and cut though the tape that bound her, then he did the same with her feet. He made sure he retracted his wrist blades before he took her head in his hand and with he took off the tape as gently as he could.
She didn’t even have her eyes open. She was too afraid. Maybe he had let her go so she could run, so he could hunt her. Perhaps it was a game. Like cat and mouse. He was Tom, she was Jerry!
He let her head go and touched her wound that Tony had made with the flick knife. He’d have to fix that. Maybe the Yautja medicine would be too strong though. He’d have to give her a low dose and see how she did.
She opened her eyes. She was still alive. She still didn’t know if he wanted to kill her or play with her. She knew that it was down to him that she had been saved. Even though she thought he had gone, he hadn’t gone at all.
“Thank you” she said to him. “Thank you for saving me. I’m Evie” she said. “What is your name?” He cocked his head to one side. She thought he didn’t understand. “Evie” she said pointing to her self. “Who are you? Do you have a name?” He understood her. “Can you understand me?” She asked.
“Ee’vvie” he said. “Yes!” she said in delight that he had mimicked her. “So… do you have a name?” “Yes” he said slowly. “I’m Kit’ik”. “I’ll call you Kit” she replied. He seemed satisfied with this. He had learnt of Oomans giving nicknames to one and other. One of their customs.
“Ooman, I need to heal your wound” he said to her. The cut was worse than she thought. “Trust me Ooman” he said to her. He took out a cloth from his med kit and poured out a strange yellow liquid on to it. Then he placed this on her face. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh” she shrieked in pain and passed out.
“Brilliant, the female has fainted” he thought. He scanned the area. Noone about. He reached into the Oomans handbag and started looking for any clues of her residence. He looked at all the junk in her bag. Why did this Ooman carry such stupid crap. He saw the point in none of it. She need only carry a med kit and a weapon. He then came across her Drivers I.D… card. 150, Grey Bowen Abbey, Lake Side, New Moor, LS1 8TZ. He would easily be able to find this. He put the details into his tracker, scooped up the little Ooman female and ran to the location.
When he arrived. He lay her down on the step. She surely must have some sort of device to unlock the door. No buttons. These primitive Oomans. He searched in her bag again and found her key. He fumbled around not knowing how it worked. He was used to doors opening at the command of a button.
Eventually he got in an closed the door. Boy, was he hungry. He layed her down on the sofa and covered her with a huge wolf blanket that was draped over it. He went into the kitchen. He saw a bowl of fruit on the counter, not that he cared for fruit but he figured this must be where the Oomans ate and prepared their food.
She didn’t even have her eyes open. She was too afraid. Maybe he had let her go so she could run, so he could hunt her. Perhaps it was a game. Like cat and mouse. He was Tom, she was Jerry!
He let her head go and touched her wound that Tony had made with the flick knife. He’d have to fix that. Maybe the Yautja medicine would be too strong though. He’d have to give her a low dose and see how she did.
She opened her eyes. She was still alive. She still didn’t know if he wanted to kill her or play with her. She knew that it was down to him that she had been saved. Even though she thought he had gone, he hadn’t gone at all.
“Thank you” she said to him. “Thank you for saving me. I’m Evie” she said. “What is your name?” He cocked his head to one side. She thought he didn’t understand. “Evie” she said pointing to her self. “Who are you? Do you have a name?” He understood her. “Can you understand me?” She asked.
“Ee’vvie” he said. “Yes!” she said in delight that he had mimicked her. “So… do you have a name?” “Yes” he said slowly. “I’m Kit’ik”. “I’ll call you Kit” she replied. He seemed satisfied with this. He had learnt of Oomans giving nicknames to one and other. One of their customs.
“Ooman, I need to heal your wound” he said to her. The cut was worse than she thought. “Trust me Ooman” he said to her. He took out a cloth from his med kit and poured out a strange yellow liquid on to it. Then he placed this on her face. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh” she shrieked in pain and passed out.
“Brilliant, the female has fainted” he thought. He scanned the area. Noone about. He reached into the Oomans handbag and started looking for any clues of her residence. He looked at all the junk in her bag. Why did this Ooman carry such stupid crap. He saw the point in none of it. She need only carry a med kit and a weapon. He then came across her Drivers I.D… card. 150, Grey Bowen Abbey, Lake Side, New Moor, LS1 8TZ. He would easily be able to find this. He put the details into his tracker, scooped up the little Ooman female and ran to the location.
When he arrived. He lay her down on the step. She surely must have some sort of device to unlock the door. No buttons. These primitive Oomans. He searched in her bag again and found her key. He fumbled around not knowing how it worked. He was used to doors opening at the command of a button.
Eventually he got in an closed the door. Boy, was he hungry. He layed her down on the sofa and covered her with a huge wolf blanket that was draped over it. He went into the kitchen. He saw a bowl of fruit on the counter, not that he cared for fruit but he figured this must be where the Oomans ate and prepared their food.