A Predator Halloween

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator or StarGate SG1.


Just to let you know, if you would like to know the rough translations of the Yautja language that i have used in the last chapter, and may use in future chapters, please refer to http://www.thehunted.tk/. thank you.




Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



See Full Disclosure in chapter 1 of this story.



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A Predator Halloween





Chapter 9



The area was crawling with oomans. All of them with guns. They moved through the trees like a wave of hard meats. They didn’t have much time. The young blood barked from a distance, and D’Gon moved to find him. A few paces away, he saw his cloaked image, gesturing to him. ‘Too many, we must go to ground.’ D’Gon nodded back, he couldn’t agree more. He followed the young blood to a cave, one he’d made by pulling a rock free of the tiny opening. As they remained crouched, the younger hunter replaced the rock, and led the way into the honeycomb caves.


“I’d discovered this a while ago. We must stay low for a bit longer, it then opens to a cave. The main entrance is blocked, if it were clear we would be under the waterfall.”


“Excellent den,” D’Gon stated, as the pair stood in the huge area, and D’Gon had a moment to look around at the huge space the young blood had found.


“Thank you. You can lay her on the furs. I’ve some wood for a fire.” D’Gone laid his female down, covering her with the soft tan deer hide. He then joined the boy to set the sticks ablaze. “D’Gon, I’ve been wondering. How do the oomans know we’re here? I mean, here in these trees?”


“You forgot the Goa’uld. They are working together.”


“And they can track us?”


“Yes. Through we have not had any conflict with them for some time. Tell me young blood. What s your name?”


“My apologies, D’Gon. I am Val’Roch, son of Kie and To’ro.”


“Ah, I thought I recognized that spotted pattern,” he said, gesturing to the younger hunters upper arms.


“Is there something about my spots you don’t like?” the boy snapped.


“Not at all. I know your father To’ro very well. It seems that all his offspring however, have that same spotted pattern on their upper arms. I did not wish to make accusations, his mate Kie is not well liked.”


“I know. Mother can be a bit meddlesome. I once asked father why he mated her, if no one likes her. Father told me, ‘If you intend to take a mate, make sure she’s good in bed. If anything else, you can always mate.’” The pair just looked at each other. “I know. I don’t fully understand it myself.”


“I see. It is not that no one likes your mother. Its just she tries to pair males with females, that they don’t like, then gets furious when they don’t bond.”


“Mother never had a sense of pairing. Hey, it looks like your female has decided to join us.”





She was in pain, she knew she should be, but she felt nothing. She was warm, but her nose was cold, and her feet were freezing. As she looked around, she noticed a familiar amber flicker on the rocks surrounding her. She hadn’t seen it in years, but it is hard to forget the soft glow cast by a campfire. She tried to move both her arms, but found her right arm was tied to her chest. As she put her had to her shoulder she noticed why. The pain was horrible. She almost screamed. ‘Note to self, don’t touch your shoulder.’ And she pushed the covers off her. She could feel the warmth of the fire, and turned towards it. There were two figures in the firelight. Both large, but one was larger than the other. They looked strange. She got up to get a closer look.


They barely wore any kind of clothing. They wore shin guards, with plates over the soles of their feet. She looked at her own feet to discover her mother’s shoes were missing. Great, barefoot in the fall, not a pleasant thing. She looked over the strange pair in more detail. They wore what looked like swim trunks covered by a metal drop cloth on both front and back, and there were their chest plates that she’d felt before on her friend when he held her close in her kitchen. They certainly didn’t have hair, but rather long tentacles like an octopus, only more of them, all around their heads. The shorter one’s were just past his shoulders, while the larger one’s nearly reach the middle of his back.


The smaller one looked at her, and grunted something to the larger one, followed by words she didn’t understand. The larger one turned. They just stared at each other for a few moments, perhaps he was waiting for her to either pass out from fright, or start screaming. The first thing she noticed on his face was his silver mask. It hid his face completely, and gave him the smooth handsome look of mystery. On top of the mask, right between the eye sockets, was a familiar symbol, one she’d worn for eight years.


She kneeled down next to him, not daring to touch him, just in case he’d fade away like a dream. Carefully she leaned closer to his arm, almost to the point of touch, and inhaled his scent. It was the same, a meadow after a soft mist. She looked up to him, a gentle smile on her lips. He didn’t make a sound, didn’t even move, as she carefully raised her hand to trace the inverted crescent on his mask. At last he nodded to her, gently clicking as she began to breathe in relief. It was him!


The young male looked on in amazement as the female thread her arm gingerly around D’Gon’s neck, drawing him closer to her near crying face. “M-di H’dlak Lou-dte-Kalei,” D’Gon eased with his clicks. “M-di H’dlak.” Gently he pulled her arm free, moving so that she was sitting between his legs, facing the fire. He let his left hand rest on her shoulder, while his right drifted down, to be sure her arm was still secure in the restraint he’d made. He looked down at her in amazement as she leaned her cheek to the back of his hand, and laid gentle kisses along his knuckles. The young male grunted several times, then quietly got up and left. She didn’t know where he went, he just disappeared into the darkness.


D’Gon was alone with her, without his cloak on, and she wasn’t afraid. Not only that, she wasn’t afraid of Val’Roch, so exposure to more of his people was definitely something she was open to. The bandage was secure, and he cupped her face with his hands, gently making her look up at him. He didn’t want to remove his mask, not just yet. For one, he couldn’t breathe the stench of the air that was on this planet. He couldn’t understand how the oomans could. He also didn’t want to frighten her, in case she truly expected him to look like her species beneath his mask, he’d wait till she was on their ship, at least then he’d have better control over where she would run to, if she truly did fear him.


Tapping the tusks of his mandibles against the inside of his mask, he slid the mouth area of it over the top of her face. She liked that. Quickly he moved to her neck, and repeated. She liked that too. He trilled delightedly as she played with the sensitive ends of his dreadlocks. ‘How does she know to do that?’ he asked himself. Gently he slid his hand beneath the loose part of her dress, caressing her unrestrained breast. She pressed back against him quickly, letting him have freer access, as she tugged on one of his dreads. Several warbling growls radiated from his chest, and he made more of his dreads fall forward to allow her to have her pick of which ones to pull. He so enjoyed having his dreads pulled, and if she wasn’t careful, he may not wait till he got her back to the ship to claim her.


He slowly removed his hand from her dress, much to her protest, as she grabbed his wrist, trying to force him back down her shirt. He decided he wouldn’t wait. She obviously did want to. Quickly he went to the furs, pulled several of them to the fireside, and laid them down close to the flames to keep warm, but not close enough to catch fire. It was effortless for him to pick her up and place her back on the furs, he didn’t even have to stand up. As she laid out for him, he pressed his body closer to her, tapping his mask again into her neck. She giggled slightly as the chill of it sent a shiver through her body, or perhaps it was the sensation of his deep chested growls that did it, she wasn’t quite sure. All she knew was he made her feel important, and safe.


The bulk of his body rose over her, and he carefully removed the coverings from his waist. She should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. This guy didn’t even look human! He had pailish yellow to green skin, covered in splotches of black. He had huge hands and fingers, tipped with claws. His toes showed out through his shoes, if he did wear full covered shoes, the toenails would rip them apart from the inside. His skin looked slick, like a salamanders, but it was smooth and dry, like a snake’s. Everything about him screamed at her not to do what she desperately wanted him to do. She was human, he wasn’t. What was she thinking? There were people in her life that she could easily become close to. Why did she have to choose him? Why wasn’t she afraid? She knew what he wanted. She knew what he was going to do! Why wasn’t she screaming?! Why?


As she watched him slowly take the hanging cloth off his hips, and gently lay it to her side, the answers to her terrifying questions all came to her, flooding over her like a stack of papers she pile high, and couldn’t find the one she needed. She wasn’t screaming, because he made her feel more human than the males in her life everyday. He made her feel safe, wanted, and respected if she said no. But to him, she never did say no. Protested yes, but relented to his gentle persistence, and was always glad that she had.


He left his cloth in place, as he went about separating her from those annoying pants she put on before leaving her home. Rather than take them off her, he just tore them, and lifted them from her pale skin, tossing them into the fire. He then gently parted her legs, and lay between them, his hip resting at her mid thy. She was naked to him, as she was before. Then he touched her. That gentle, alien hand, massaging her flesh, moving in a slow rhythm, playing the folds of her sex like strings on a harp. He knew how to play a woman’s body. He knew all too well. Carefully he slid his fingers down the outside of her folds, gaining a shiver through her body. As he brought his fingers up to their starting point again, he let his sharp claw gently part the folds of her sex. He barley applied any pressure, assuring that the razor sharp talon wouldn’t break her skin, but added that little hint of danger, as it found warmer moist flesh beneath. He got the desired result. She drew a quick breath, raising her sex to him just a little, the move causing her folds to part on their own.


This was always a delight to him. Hardly any males of his kind took the time to enjoy the reactions a female would have, from just being touched. Even though Val’Roch had moved out of the light of the fire, he knew the young blood was in the shadows, watching him, studying what he did to the female, to apply the same to a female that he would take as mate. He could tell the young male was aroused by what he saw, and by what he could smell. But his respect for the older hunter prevailed, and he watched, learning a skill that no male would even dream of teaching.


Carefully D’Gon thread his finger into her, gaining the sweet aroma of her arousal as more of her fluids were released, to ease and encourage the invasion of his digit. She lifted her hips to him, as he thrust deep into her body, admiring the hues her skin flushed as he touched that sweet core. He wanted her. Every fibber in him roared to throw her down and take her. But years of training, and playing, taught him to control what he felt, though it sure wasn’t easy.


She writhed beneath him, her every gasp, her every move, begging for more. He would give it, of course, he would not deny her. How could he? She smelled so good. His thrusts into her became quick and short, making sure his claws did not tear her tender inner tissues. In the throws of a near orgasm, he stopped, removing his finger. He quickly released his straining member from its cloth, stretched out over her, placing both hands on her hips, as he leaned over, to catch her eyes with his through the eye sockets of his mask.


She knew what was coming. She could sense he was nervous for her. She moved her hand to his face, and caressed the metal mask gently. His hands twitched, gripping her hips tighter. He looked down to where his member would enter her, and she followed his gaze. He was huge, she’d never seen anyone like that. Course, she hadn’t sense she was 14, but still, humans weren’t that big, they couldn’t’ be…could they? The girth she could tell was great, and the length was longer than her out stretched hand. He was going to hurt her with it. She knew. He caught her eyes once more.


She didn’t care. She wanted him. She couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was because of all that he had done to her. No, she’d be lying if she said that. No, she wanted him. She wanted the man that saved her life, she wanted the man who watched her naked body dance around her room, she wanted the one who showed her that the touch of a man wasn’t always painful. She wanted the man that showed her what true pleasure felt like.


She nodded.


D’Gon pressed forward, just a little. He could still sop if she wanted him too. He knew to ask her to take him at his size, would be too much. Her body wouldn’t be able to take it. She moved against him, causing his member to slip passed her wet entrance. She was going to scream. He could see it in her face. He could tell from her breathing that she was hurting. He shook his head. He’d wait. He let her hips go, and made ready to leave her body.


She knew he wasn’t going to finish. No, he wouldn’t let her go like this. Not when she gained the courage to follow her heart. She grabbed a long dreadlock, and pulled. He grunted in surprise, and turned to her. Did she really know what that did to him? He watched as she pulled the length of his appendage to her lips. She kissed the end softly. He purred. She knew just what she was doing She had to know.


The tip of his phallus was still inside her, her warm flesh twitching in anticipation of his full invasion. He purred again as she placed the sensitive tip of his dreadlock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the end, taking another dreadlock in her hand as she continued with the first.


‘Oh no,’ he thought. ‘If she keeps this up…’ he couldn’t finish his train of thought, as she let the first dread fall from her lips, and took the other in, sucking it as hard as she dared. He lifted her left leg, to make room for him to take her. She couldn’t spread her legs enough apart to allow him to rest his hips against hers. There was no way she could. He thread his other arm around her waist, lifting her slightly. This made him slip deeper into her. He yanked his dreadlock form her mouth, as she felt the pain of him, she gasped, he pulled free, and she clinched her teeth to stifle the scream that threatened to fly. He marvelled at her ability to take him, his girth was far more than she could take, he could feel the tightness of her skin as he gently pressed further.


He’d heard of other Yautja that had mated with ooman females before. How they chased them down, to toy with them. They had been hunted yes, but hunted for a different reason. He’d scoffed at the way the males would tell how they had ripped the coverings from the female’s body, and drove themselves to their release, only to leave the females battered and bleeding. He’d never heard of any that had survived, and swore he’d never harm one in that way.


No that wasn’t for him. He was a hunter of honour. He hunted for food, yes; he’d hunted to protect his clan, yes; and he’d hunted to gain respect, honour, and pride. Never had he harmed the weaker ones, never had he harmed the offspring of his prey. More than once he’d released expectant mothers, and made sure they were safe, before seeking other prey.


This was his way. He’d claimed this female as a child; a den mother in training, an honourable thing to do begin so young. She’d grown to be a magnificent female. Warm and fertile. She wore a protective brand, common to the property of the Yautja. But he would change that. He wasn’t going to part with this treasure. This one, he would keep.


With that in mind, he clamed her. Driving past her folds, fully into her, resting his pelvis to hers. She did cry out, but not in the pain he’d expected. He was hurting her, but the cry she had was born of her desire for him. A desire she had long hidden, and he kindled to life. He braced his right hand on the furs, letting her leg remain caught over his arm. He growled deep in his chest, sending vibrations through her core. He could feel her body give in to him, and his motions began in unrest. His thrusts began long and slow, to gain more of her nectar around him. He sent deep growls through her every chance he got, and delighted in the effect it gave her.


She’d gasp with each pass, a gentle moan or lusty cry echoing in the cave. She’d grab one or two of his swaying dreads, and pull each time he met her womb. He could tell her body was coming to its peak. All her muscles showed signs of restrained activity, and her grip one his dreads was becoming deliciously uncomfortable. His own control over his lust was beginning to wean, with each tug of her hand. He wanted to show her how much he desired her, demonstrate his power to her, but he knew she would not be able to take it. The coiled spring in her belly sprang free, her body spasmed to his assault, and she did what he hoped she would not. She pulled more dreads to her hand, pulling with each wave of her orgasm. Something in him snapped.


He howled at her, throwing his manhood with all his strength deeper into her. She screamed. The pain was excruciating. His repeated thrusts coupled with his talons of both hands digging into her flesh, the sensations of afterglow ripping through her as the alien male seemed to grow larger within her. She felt her skin break. The horrifying scent of blood and sweat met her nose. Tears ran from her eyes like rivers as the huge male howled. She felt a wealth of fluids gush into her. The vibrations of his growls set off another orgasm in her. He made one more painful thrust into her.


Then silence.





Hammond stood at the riverside, going over maps with Jacob and Kevin looking on. Every now and then Kevin would look at an instrument in his hand, then look around once more. “Are you sure this is where it was?” Hammond asked of Kevin.


Ler’tez responded. “Yes. I scanned it carefully.”


“What do your instruments tell you now?” Salmec asked.


“The Energy is not as strong. They must have moved. They can not be far. I’m still getting a reading.”


Hammond reached for his radio mic. “This is Hammond to all team leaders. I want an update on the search.” He let go of his radio, as the teams called in. So far there was no sign of the girl.


“General Hammond, this is Hawk.”


“Go a head Hawk,” he said, looking to the sky in the distance where the helicopter’s search light could be seen slicing through the darkness.


“Sir. I’m over the water fall, I’ve got something…well…weird.”


“Son, you’re in the business of encountering weird. Can you classify your weird?” He loved doing that.


“Well, I’m shining the spotlight to the basin, directly below me. There’s a distortion, sir. The light is bouncing off something…and shining everywhere. But visually I can’t see anything. Over.”


“General,” Ler’tez said. “If the ship is cloaked, it could give off that kind of phenomenon. They should do nothing. If they appear hostile, the hunters will attack.”


Hammond took his mic again. “Hawk, stay where you are. Do nothing. Keep your weapons off. Understood?”


“Yes sir.”


“If you see any movement below you, stay in place. If the ship is there, it can’t get through the trees without damage. I doubt they’d want that. Keep them low, land on them if you have too.”


“Understood sir.”


“We’re on our way. Hammond out.” He stepped up to Jacob & began going over the map. “If these aliens are trying to get off the planet, then they’ll head for their ship. Right now we don’t know where they are. But if we intercept them at the waterfall, we can get the girl back.”


“If they haven’t killed her yet,” Ler’tez stated.


“I don’t think they’re gona do that. I think they’re using her as a shield, while they move. They know we wont fire on a civilian. They’re probably counting on that.” He grabbed his mic again. “Hammond to all team leaders. Converge on the falls, upper and lower. SG1, you have the lead.” He released his mic. “Ok, lets go.”





“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Daniel stated, following his team through the brush.


“You heard Hammond. They respect power fights. You and the girl are getting along, swimmingly. You want her, fight for her.”


“Jack, that is just so wrong on so many levels. One, I don’t want her; two, I don’t fight; and three,…well…I don’t think she wants me either. So you see this is really not the way to go about this.”


“Daniel…”


“We can reason with them.”


“What?!”


“If their symbol was found with the Askard’s, then they know of them. Has there been any response from them yet by the way?”


“Not yet Daniel,” Carter answered. “You know the Askard. They don’t often tell you they’re coming.”


“Yeah, they just usually make you disappear, in that flash of wonderful white light…”


“It’s not that bad sir,” Carter stated.


“I was cloned the last time, kept for days. And I didn’t even know!”


“That was Lokie, he’s not in this sector any more, you know that. Besides…it could have been worse.”


“What!”


“They could have sent you back in your shorts.”


“Don’t even go there.”


“Cornel O’Neil,” Teal’c brought the group to a halt, as a young woman in a gold dress, stumbled from the trees.


“Oh my god.”





D’Gon worked quickly. He had to stop her bleeding. He tossed another empty vial to the fire. Nothing was working. He searched his kit again. He tried everything. She was going to die. He lifted her to his chest, a worried warbled growl escaped his chest. He stroked her lose hair, rocking her in his arms. He should never have taken her. He should have let her go. “D’Gon,” whispered the young hunter. He looked to where he could see the heated form of Val’Roch’s body in the darknes. Val’Roch tossed another kit to him. “You can save her. You just need more medicine.”


D’Gon took the kit, and opened it. It was stocked full. Everything he needed and more. “Help me,” he stated, and laid the girl down. Val’Roch mixed the medicine vials as D’Gon instructed, and handed them to him. Within a few minutes, her bleeding had stopped. Val’Roch handed him one more vile, telling him to have her drink it. Carefully he placed the glass to her lips, tipping the contents into her mouth. She gently took the liquid down her throat, coughing as it passed over the soreness from her screaming.


A few moments later, she woke to gentle hands that were cleaning her. “Hello,” she smiled, and D’Gon quickly went to her side, stroking her face. She nodded to him, knowing he was worried about her. “I’m ok,” she sighed, kissing his fingers as they came close to her lips.


The younger male shook D’gon’s shoulder, grunting to him, gesturing to a buzzing device on his wrist. The two stepped back, as the smaller male pressed some buttons and a red lighted hologram flew up before them.


“Greetings Elder Raz’Bett.” D’Gon stated.


“D’Gon. I trust your female is better?”


“Yes, Elder. We are ready to join you However the oomans have been patrolling the woods. We went to ground to avoid them. What is the situation?”


“Currently the oomans are scattered, but they are beginning to regroup. You are clear to rejoin us, but you must move quickly. There is the matter of the ooman’s flying vehicle now hovering over us.”


“I think we can deal with that.”


“You know we cannot hunt them. We cannot kill oomans.”


“We can defend ourselves, so long as they live.” D’Gon could feel his fists clenching. He felt like a good fight.


“That may not be necessary. We can slip away down stream. They thing our ship is too large.”


“You did say the oomans were not too bright,” Val’Roch stated, and D’Gon patted his shoulder.


“Get moving.”


“As you order, Elder.”


D’Gon quickly reattached the shielding around his waist, then brought his female up to her feet. Her legs were unsteady, as she balanced. Val’Roch gathered the furs, and tied them to his back armour. He then led the way back through the tunnel. D’Gon kept his hand on top of his female’s head, making sure that she understood to duck, and took the brunt of bumping into rocks in the dark. Val’Roch effortlessly moved the boulder aside, and replaced it as they left. Val’Roch cloaked, and headed off over the brush. D’Gon looked to Tya’s feet as she tried to ignore the biting cold that rushed up her legs. Again he pulled out his blade, cutting the gold cloth, and tying the small patches around her feet. Instantly the cold was gone, and though she could still feel the sticks and rocks under the soles of her feet, the material was remarkably sturdy, and didn’t puncture. D’Gon stood to her right and guided her off into the night, protecting her recovering shoulder from the tiny trees that would whip at her in the dark.


After a while she could hear the water of a river, and the hum of a helicopter over head. D’Gon left her near a tree, motioning for her to stay. They could hear the voices of some of the searchers, and she thought she recognized Daniel’s voice. She nodded to D’Gon, wrapping her arm around the tree. She would stay where he told her. She didn’t want to go back. She couldn’t. Her large friend stalked off into the night.


She heard them coming closer, she thought about getting out of sight, maybe hiding low to the ground. She spotted the flash of a light on the ground beside her, she stepped away as it came closer, only to stumble over the roots of the tree. Remarkably she remained upright, only to come face to face, with another group.


“Oh my god.” Carter was the first to reach her. “Tya, are you ok?”


Tya backed away. Carter wasn’t the person she thought she was. She’d cornered her in a house full of military people, and she never knew. Carter set her up. She wasn’t going to stop those three on the deck. Worse yet, one of them was still with her. She backed away into the trees.


“Tya its ok. You’re safe.” She shook her head. She wasn’t safe. Not with them.


Then another man stepped forward, shining a light on the end of his gun into the trees. “Take her and drop back. We’ll see what we can find up ahead.”


Carter reached for Tya’s hand. Only she jumped. More to the point, she bolted. She ran as fast as she could through the trees. She didn’t care where she went, so long as it was away from them.


“Tya WAIT!” Carter and Daniel set off after her.


“Hammond, O’Neil. We found the girl, she’s moving through the trees towards the river. All units, she is unarmed and afraid. She does not recognize who we are. Her friends however are no where to be seen. Be advised they may still be in the area.” He let his radio go, and motioned for Teal’c to follow.


She wanted to scream, cry out or anything, but her voice wouldn’t come. For some reason, her two friends were heading for a river. If they were, than so was she. She followed the sound, moving towards the strongest of the rushing water. She stumbled out of the trees, to a ledge over looking the falls. She almost didn’t stop running. She skidded to a stop, landing on her knees, driving sticks and pebbles into her skin. She looked down at the foaming water in the light of the helicopter above. Why were they there? Why was the military so focused on her? Why couldn’t they let them leave in peace?


‘Because they’re the military that’s why.’ The voice in her head sounded so loud it was defining. She covered her ears to hide from it, but it was no good. ‘They’re gona kill them, cut them up and stick their innards in little jars. And once they find out what you did with one of them, they’re gona do the same to you too.’


She tried to scream for the voice to stop, but it wouldn’t. ‘It’s all your fault you know. You didn’t die eight years ago. You didn’t let those boys kill you. You allowed yourself to survive. You allowed yourself to be helped by these nice aliens, and now they’re gona die. All because one came back for your sorry ass!’


“Tya!” Carter’s voice was nearly ear piercing. “Tya, come here, its ok. We’re not going to hurt you.”


“Keep away!” she cried, her voice cracking on every syllable.


“Let me try.” Daniel came up, and tried to crawl to Tya, perhaps a person who didn’t appear threatening would be of better comfort. “Tya, its ok. Come on. We’ll get you some help.”


“Why didn’t you tell me!!!” she shrieked. “Why didn’t you warn me!!!”


“Warn you? Of what?”


“Of them!!!” she pointed to Carter, but Daniel didn’t look. “Do you know what they are!”


“Yes, I do. But we can help you.”


“No you can’t. They didn’t help me then, what makes you think they’ll help me now!?”


“What are you talking about? Tya, you need to calm down, you’re not making any sense.”


“I was starting to trust you. I thought I had a friend in Carter. But you were all setting me up!!! You even had my family in on it!!”


“In on what?”


“What was it going to be Daniel? You put ruffies in my drink, then let those three guys take me to the basement!!!? Were you going to have your turn this time too!!!?”


“Oh my god…you think we were going to hurt you…like that! Tya, no. No we’d never do that.”


“LIER!!!” she tried to stand, but her speed caused her head to spin. She could hardly hold herself up.


“Tya, be careful. You’re hurt. You’re certainly not thinking straight. Let us help you!” He reached for her, but she pulled away.


Her foot slipped on the surface of the rock. Daniel lunged for her, to keep her from falling. Something at the same time appeared beside him, also trying to reach for the girl. The alien’s hand grabbed the torn end of the cloth holding her arm. Below they could see the soldiers, one called out and aimed his gun, another joined him. Tya could feel herself start to fall. One shot rang out in the night, piercing her shoulder, and coming threw the other side. The bullet grazed off Daniel’s shoulder, and he fell. Carter grabbed him to keep him from falling off the ledge.


A split second later, another shot was fired. This time landing in the upper leg of the alien. Tya screamed as she saw the glowing green blood from the wound. The cloth tore, and Tya fell further. Another shot was fired, this time it landed in the arm of the alien, the pain of which made him lose his grip. From across the water, another alien ran forward, leaping from one rock to the next. As the fabric flew free of the smaller alien’s fingers, the larger one grabbed it. He’d over reached, he couldn’t stop his forward momentum. He pulled on the cloth, causing the girl to fly towards him, he wrapped his arms around her body, as they flew over the falls.


“TYA!!!”