More to life, More to us
Rating: M for mature, mentions of rape, death, 18+ only.
Summary:
Isis was fifteen when she entered that government facility. She was nearly twenty-eight when she escaped. Years spent at the mercy of scientist, being injected with strange liquids, screaming bloody murder, and loosing child after child. She didn't know why she was suffering, but she did know one thing: her two living children could not grow up on this military base.
Vata was certain his brother had died at the hand of oomans. How could such a hunter succumb to such weak prey. He is bothered by talks from a recovery scout that his dear brother's corpse is being defiled by oomans. He lays his brother to rest, but what he finds is something he simply can't leave on Earth.
Notes:
So boom, new Yautja falling in love with a human fiction. New to the Fandom (thanks to Prey) but I'm not new to monster fucking. Story will have some dicey content but I will update tags as I need to. This is for fun, so don't take it to seriously. I hope you all enjoy because I know that I am.
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Isis had always known from the moment she heard their heart beats, that they could not grow up here on this military base. Her children who she so affectionately named Malik and Kalisha, though to the scientist known only as 15-1a and 15-2a, both deserved better. She never got a chance to hold them, both were whisked away as soon as they were cut from her. She knew them though, and they knew her while in the womb, and that was all that mattered. When on her best behavior, she was allowed to view them through a small window from her cell. Allowed to watch them, but never to touch them. Her heart ached for them, but they had each other.
Isis laid on the cell floor watching her children as they played with the toys in the sterile white room. They were too young for the doctors to begin training, but they were given toys to play with. Mirrors, jungle gyms, and colored games to train their minds. She thought they looked weird at first when she saw them. Not sure why they looked so- so alien, odd coloring- skin dark gray with black markings, teeth that were razor sharp with small tusks, and their hair in dreads. She knew as black people their hair could dread naturally, however; the little itty bitty tendrils were odd. She often wondered if their hair felt like hers.
Kalisha was larger than her brother, more aggressive and vocal. The little girl often enjoyed Isis noted, to tackle the weeble wobble bear often. The small girl growled, and hissed at the toy. Her sharp nails leave scratch marks on the poor toy. Each time her green eyes were filled with unmistakable triumph.
Malik was softer than his sister. He stacked blocks and played with colored shape matching toys. He would often stare into the two way window. His green eyes watching, himself intently, and for a moment Isis wondered if her baby boy knew she was in the room next door. She knew it was not possible, as a moment later he would laugh at his reflection and run from it.
The door to the cell beeped and opened. Her time watching her children had come to a close. At the door stood her guard and scientist, both of them watching her closely.
"Come 15, it is time for new testing to be done." The scientist, Dr. Marta looked down at her holo-board. Tapping away on the screen the woman took another deep sigh. Since patient 15 had given birth a year and a half ago, the damn thing was harder to control. Corporal punishment could not be used, unless they took risk damaging her and her precious ovaries and body. The team was studying her and needed to make sure she could conceive again.
"Now 15, or your viewing privileges will be terminated." Dr. Marta's voice held venom. The soft click and hum of a stun-rod turned on. The guard had its orders to use only necessary force.
Taking a deep breath and standing to her feet Isis turned to the Doctor. "Aren't they growing so fast?" Isis spoke mostly to herself than the doctor.
Dr. Marta didn't speak. Instead her blue eyes lifted up to the two way mirror to see the children be gathered by her team. Their chubby legs kicking, the shrill sound of their laughter and baby babel. In all of her years she didn't think they would ever get closer to breeding super soldiers and yet they were. The inconvenience of losing test subject after test subject, years of data either gained or lost, all of it manifested into the birth of 15-1a and 15-2a. Hopefully within another year there would be a 15-1b and 15-2b. Dr. Marta then turned her eyes to 15.
The girl had been Isis before everything was stripped from her. She fought hard, and was their most difficult test subject, but over the years she became a constant simmer of rage. Always watching each person carefully, listening to every word spoken, aware almost like she was planning. What she was planning, well not a single person knew, but as long as she could lose the privilege of even seeing her offspring, she sat in quiet, simmering, rage filled silence.
Dr. Marta hummed before turning to leave. She didn't need to ponder on if the subjects were getting bigger, "Come we have a test to run."
Isis took one last look as her children were being taken away. Her heart ached, it clenched with both sadness and anger. She just knew she had to get them out, to see even a bit of sunlight. For them to feel the warmth of light on their skin, the cool breeze tickle their strange hair, to feel grass between their clawed toes. Even more so, Isis wanted to hold them. A thick two way mirror would simply not do for raising her children.
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Vata had been surveilling the military base for just over two Earth days. His mask flickered between reading heat signatures of oomans, and the HUD map that his scouts had supplied him with. His body tense, like a spring pulled too tight, leaned forward to get a better view. Some males with guns patrolled, he counted at least thirty which was small. Clicking through the heat signatures setting again, he paused his scanning at the sight of two smaller silhouettes. They were being carried by oomans, but the heat map of their bodies were closer to that of a suckling.
Vata was…perplexed. That confusion however turned into disgust at the idea of there being sucklings trapped in a place such as this. He felt a rumble of a growl start in his chest, but he stamped it out before it could become a sound from his mouth. Instead he switched his display once more, deciding to attack. It was now or never, but the idea of storming the place and finding the disrespected remains of his hunt brother unnerved him.
Death was always a fact of life, the Black Hunter claimed those who died in hunts and during missions with honor. Hunters knew death intimately and often knew that to die during a hunt was the most honored way to pass over. The only dishonorable thing about Vota's death was that his body was not laid to rest properly.
No
The only thing that unnerved Vata greatly was being alone for good now. Vota was his other half, his brother both biologically and in hunting spirit. Their bearers had been great friends and carried them both at the same time. They shared a sire, and more often than not both had earned the wrath and annoyance of the sire. Mostly it was Vota, always getting them in trouble with the clan leader, playing tricks well until their final chiva. After they had crossed the threshold into adulthood, newly blooded and allowed to hunt and finally earn the rites to mating, Vota had changed. He began to act strangely after, running off on hunts at back water planets. Spending cycles at a time not returning messages, missing their annual hunts together. Vata worried that his brother was becoming bad blood, a dishonorable fall from grace that no male could recover from. He thought of the last hunt the two had gone on.
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"Don’t you think it strange that we hu nt so much and mate so often but live lives that are stale?" Vota had spoken out loud.
The two of them were sitting watching the stars after a successful hunt. Vata looked over at him, polishing his newly acquired poison sylph* skull. It had taken three days to track down the scuttling beast and two hours to bring the hard shell beast down. Vata wanted its skull and tail to hang on his trophy wall. Vota had wanted to spend time on a dry arid planet.
Vata grumbled, "We live honorable lives, Vota."
"Yes, but do you ever crave more?" He pondered
"We are not learned ones with wisdom to understand such things."
"But…brother of mine, don't you ever question if there is more to life?"
Vata growled and looked at his brother full on. His dark green eyes glaring, "where is this coming from?" Never in his 600 years had he heard his brother say such maddening things.
Vota sat up and sighed, "no need to flare up. I'm just curious about your opinion. I'm of the mind that there is more to life than hunting and rutting and to sire more offspring…only for half of them to die in chiva."
"We are still young, only elders who are near the end of their lives and learned ones think of these things." He shook his head, his dreads swinging about his face gently. The warm air suddenly felt cool and clammy though his netting regulated his temperature.
Silence hung in the air. Vata stared at his brother, and studied him. His dark gray coloring had become darker over the years, maybe by the time he was 900, he would be the color of night. Females found his coloring appealing, some said that he was an incarnation of Centanu himself.
"I watch them, you know." Vota's sudden voice rang through the silence.
"Who?"
"Oomans…such short lifespans but that does not deter them from life."
This was starting to sound like a bad blood's thoughts. Vata didn't like it one bit. He always knew his younger brother was wistful and reckless, but this was new.
He continues "oomans are clever, they offer a great hunt if you find the right one. They live such short but full lives. I've watched them raise young, cry over death, and celebrate life. Yes there are some that suffer, there are some that are dishonorable, but all humans have fight in them. All of them and they fight for life and freedom and each other."
Vata growled and stood up "enough! You sound like a bad blood, stay away from that back water planet Vota."
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Vata wished his brother had listened to him that day. Now he was dead and desecrated in a human lab.
The screams and gunfire rang out over the sound of alarms trilling. Red lights flashed, bathing everything in a blood glow. Vata extended his blades and cut through the humans. They were easy prey, all humans were, so it baffled him that his brother could fall to one. A bullet cut into his arm, but he paid it no mind as he ripped a soldier's head from his body. It was unnecessary, yes, but his rage was blinding as he followed his brother's scent. It was faint, covered by the smell of decay. He rounded a corner to see two great big metal doors. Kicking them in, he growled a growl that turned into a roar. In some type of glass stasis pod sat his brother. Frozen, his black skin a sickly gray coloring. Tubes were hooked to him, monitors beeped showing a weak heart beat.
He clicked through his HUD screens, quickly trying to do a scan. There was little hope, but maybe just maybe if he got him back to Yautja Prime he could be saved. The scan was quick the second he got the pod open. Green eyes met dull green eyes. The ringing of the alarms seemed distant.
"Vata" his brother's voice was strained and quiet.
"How do you live?" Vata wasted no second trying to figure out the primitive technology "what must keep you breathing?"
"Vata listen." Vato stretched his mandible wide in a hiss of pain. It was rare to see such a display. Shameful but neither cared. "They have revived me and taken me from Cetanu himself more times than I can count."
Vata switched his HUD screen to normal so that he could see his other half one last time. He didn't speak, afraid years of control on anger and emotions would slip. The upheaval of emotions in him was too great.
"Vata, she-", Vota coughed, the beeping on the monitors became weak. Suddenly there was no beeping of the monitors, just the sound of a long continuous beep trilling underneath the sound of the alarms.
The sound of gunfire drew his attention again. He would clear the area of all prey that he deemed dangerous. Fill his need for blood shed at the behest of his brother and burn the place to the ground!
He pulled his brother from the pod and set to work disposing of his body properly. 'May your hunts be successful always' he thought as the acidic liquid melted away the body. Shots rang out again as a robotic voice went on about a containment breach. Then there were more shots echoing down the halls.
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Isis had acted quickly when the alarms had gone off. She wasted not an ounce of a second, her arm swung out and grabbed the shocked doctor by the collar. It was some lanky gray haired man, she head butted him. Pain shot through her forehead from the head butt. When the doctor hit the floor, she set to work ripping out the wires from her arm. They had been injecting her with some type of liquid, it burned going in. The last needle out of her arm, she got her clothing back on. White pants and a loose fitting shirt, she wasn't sure if it would be enough to protect her from the elements but she didn't care.
The door to the lab slid open when she waved the lanky gray man's badge in front of the keypad. The hallway looked hellish, blood and red lights with bodies on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she took off down the hallway towards the nursery. Isis was consumed with tunnel vision, the sound of blood rushing through her ears kept her going.
'I just have to get to them' she thought repeatedly. Her legs burned with each step, her nostrils flared to take in deep breaths. There were gunshots and screams. She rounded another corner, then another then finally she burst into the nursery like a bat out of Hell. Another gun shot rang out and pain shot through her arm. Standing in front of her was Dr. Marta. Both women didn't move at first, for a moment Isis pondered if she would make it to her before she shot her gun again. Dr. Marta stood in front of playpens, both women knew that as long as Marta stood there Isis wouldn't do anything rash.
"Now 15…" Dr. Marta aimed the gun, "let's be reasonable." Marta didn't want to kill this one, not this successful experiment.
"Isis." Isis cracked her neck to the side.
Dr. Marta frowned, "15-"
Whatever the bitch was going to say Isis didn't care as she charged her. The pain from the first bullet had subsided. She let out a screech that sounded no less than a demon calling for blood. Marta had shot off her gun two more times before she hit the ground, both shots hit Isis in the chest and stomach. There was a pained roar from Isis as she got her hands onto Marta's neck.
It was rage that raced through her blood as the two of them grappled for control of the gun and the fate of the other. The gun was knocked away towards the playpen. There was blood that leaked from Isis, but she ignored the pain in favor of gouging out the doctor's eyes. Marta screaming bloody murder and flailing, she managed to knock Isis off of her.
"You've blinded me!" Marta yelled as she scrambled to her feet. Her arms swung out in a panic as she screamed.
Isis quickly got up and tackled her again. She screamed as her nails dug into the woman. She bit flesh, tore at her face and maimed her. Bloody hands wrapped around Dr. Marta's throat, squeezing and bashing her head into the tiled ground. All the while Isis didn't stop screaming, the sound escaping from her was animalistic. Years of unadulterated rage seethed from each and every pore of her being. Each time Isis slammed the doctor into the floor, there was a sickening crunch and wet smack. Dark crimson blood splattered everywhere, landing on Isis's brown face and white clothing.
Suddenly Isis' blind rage halted at the sound of a cry. It pierced the wail of the alarms, and became heavier and frantic. She looked up from the now dead doctor and stared at her children. Both of them were awake and crying, fear in their eyes. Slowly she stood and placed a bloody hand onto Kalisha first, then over to Malik. It was her first time touching her children, first time seeing them face to face. No thick glass keeping them apart.
She was stunned at their cries, at their beauty, and at the reality that they didn't know her.
Isis looked down at herself to inspect her injuries, most of them had begun to heal to her astonishment! This had never happened before but she didn't question a miracle and instead got to work gathering her children. She picked up Kalisha first, and her blanket.
"Please let me remember how to do this." Isis swung the baby onto her back and leaned over. In her youth she recalled seeing one of her foster mothers wear her baby. She hastily tied Kalisha to her back and then did the same for Malik, except to her front with him facing her. It was not perfect but it would have to do. She grabbed the gun from the floor and took off out of the nursery. The children continued to scream and cry as she raced towards the exit.
"The experiment is trying to escape!" A voice shouted above the chaos of the sounds.
Isis slid around a corner almost slipping and falling in a rush. The adrenaline pumping through her, the sound of her babies crying, she was going crazy with fear! There was another gun shot followed by a scream and what sounded like a roar. She looked over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of a silhouette. It was bathed in red light, red glowing eyes watched her.
She pushed on finding an emergency exit that was ripped off the hinges. She was almost free! The sound of gunfire continued to ring out behind her, the soldier's screams echoed, she could feel the pure terror right in her bones. That same terror was soon replaced with cool night air.
Her feet carried her into the tree line, it had been years since she felt grass, sticks, and dirt. It had been years since she felt fresh air on her skin. She grabbed onto a tree and stood there for a moment. Catching her breath as she knelt down. Kalisha and Malik had not stopped crying, they were going to attract more soldiers, she was sure of it.
"Please my babies, please, mommy has you." She bounced a bit on her toes trying to sooth them both. "Mommy is here, I am here, my loves."
Her eyes burned with tears that threatened to spill. She had gotten out, but where was she to go? She had been in that government building since the sweet age of fifteen. She had no known family, she was sure that they were going to be captured again.
"No." She whispered to herself, "I will kill you both and then myself first." She stood up, tiredness finally catching up with her. The darkness of the forest paired with its silence was spine-chilling. There was something in the dark with them. Her first thought was a bear, bobcat, anything stalking them. Checking to make sure the safety was off of the gun still, she trudged on. Her babies began to calm, their voice hoarse, cries dotted with hiccups. She placed her free hand that didn't hold the gun securely into Malik's hair. His hair felt warm, the itty bitty dreads were thick, it felt more alien than like her own soft hair. The action soothed him and he hugged onto her.
Isis's heart fluttered at the affection, her son sought warmth from her. Her daughter still whined though and hiccups with heavy breathing. Only the three of their breaths, and the sound of her feet in the dead leaves could be heard.
This silence was loud.
Whatever was stalking them was close.
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Vata had followed the ooman female. He watched from the trees and kept his cloaking on, being careful of any twigs that could snap and give his position away. She had two pups tied to her, every few steps she would stop to readjust them. He clicked the zoom on his mask so that he could get a better view of them. What he saw almost made him choke on nothing, his brother's coloring on the pups, their hair that of a Yautja. He was looking at Yautja pups, and more than likely, these pups belonged to his brother. This changed things, made them more complicated. He simply couldn't leave them here.
The female stopped walking, altogether, she whipped around aiming the gun towards his direction. There was no way she could see him, it was impossible.
"I swear to God I will shoot!" She looked around uneasy. Though her voice was loud and assertive, he could scent the fear on her. Her eyes were narrowed as she searched the tree line. Slowly she backed up until she gently nudged up against a tree. The pups began whimpering, reacting to their bearer's voice.
Vata slowly and quietly dropped down from the tree a few feet away from her. She was still looking for him, or anything probably. He carefully typed away on his gauntlet, searching for the right intonation of what he wanted to say. Finding it and readying the few voice clips, he uncloaked himself.
"Don’t shoot" a female's voice rang out disrupting the silence.
Isis whipped her head back and forth, trying her best to find who had said those words. There was a shimmer before her as the same silhouette appeared before her. Red glowing eyes stared her down from about 10 feet away. This mass of muscle was huge, towering above her at least eight feet tall. The moon's light made it look like a demon and for a moment, Isis knew that was what it had to be.
She kept her gun aimed at it, "Don't come closer." She could barely hear herself over her own fear that raced through her.
"Help, please" another voice, a man this time came from the demon in front of her. "Let me help you." Another human voice
It took a tentative step towards her and she didn't hesitate to shoot a warning shot at its feet. The demon stopped, easily avoiding the bullet. They were at a stand still.
"Let me help you" the human voice echoed again.
Just at that moment however the sound of a helicopter could be heard. A searchlight appeared and then another one. Back up had come and they had to be looking for her. Isis looked at the demon, and then up towards the sky. She was trapped in a rock and a hard place. Her darling babies began to whimper and shift in their ties. Above them, the searchlights got closer.
The demon offers out its hand. The same voice clips echoing again.
Isis didn't hesitate to take it.
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