Yautja Queen

Chapter 3

From the very beginning, Othiel felt that he was not welcomed by everyone. Despite the seemingly nice and calm atmosphere, he sensed a lot of fear and hate around him. (Y/N) of course, couldn't see it with her limited senses, and besides, maybe she was too much staring at him tonight to notice anything else ... He was flattered and he wasn't going to destroy her mood and share his observations. Her people, although they made a good face for a bad game, sent him great amounts of negative emotions. Especially the males. Not all of them, of course, mainly the younger ones and a few of the oldest ones, clearly wanted to kill him on the spot.

He didn't blame them for that. He knew they needed a lot of time to get rid of prejudices and understand that they would be safe from his side... At least as long as they were in (y/n) custody. She had the final word for him on all matters. He couldn't hurt them even if he wanted to, he just couldn't, for her sake.

When he left the hideout, he knew that several young males, who considered themselves as great warriors, had lurked for him at the edge of the forest, with the intention of killing him. 

It was a full moon, a night of the hunters when the moon gave enough light to attack the prey ... Othiel, seeing in infrared and with his mask showing reality in every spectrum, needed no light at all. 

Otherwise, he would have killed the attackers without blinking an eye, but that was the exception. This time it had to be done differently.

As the first male attacked, leaping out of the bushes with a wild scream, Othiel grabbed his clothes and threw him against a tree trunk. Not hard enough to shatter bones, but only to take the breath away and make him out of the game for a while.

'You bastard!' The second male screamed, and he with the third and fourth pounced on him in a coordinated attack.

'I don't want to hurt you.' Yautja said calmly, deftly parrying each punch. 'Stop it, please.'

Suddenly he felt something cold on his back. A gun. 

He was starting to get too gentle. It was necessary to throw the first male harder against the tree. 

'You don't want to hurt us, huh? Your kin weren't so kind ... You know what they did to my father ?!' The male pressing the gun against Othiel's body was almost screaming. His followers stood around as if to cut off Yautja's escape route, and looked at him hatefully. 

'I don't know, but I can guess ...'

The one holding the gun stepped forward, so Othiel could see him. His hand was trembling. He could not have been more than eighteen years old. None of them couldn't be more than twenty. They probably never had a gun in their hands before. Not to kill. 'Tore his spine out!' The youngster with the gun almost cried in response. 'With the skull ... in front of my eyes ...'

Yautja didn't want to hear it. He didn't feel guilty about what his species were doing. 'You know killing me won't bring him back to life. It can only harm you ...'

'Oh yeah? We'll do great on our own without you! You just mean take our woman so you can fuck her, or better yet, make little monsters with her, huh? All of you want to possess our women, populate the Earth and kill us completely ...' Now the youngster had really upset him. He couldn't stand the way females were treated on Earth. As if they were worse than males, sometimes even, as if they were not conscious creatures at all, but objects, somebody's property. It was unthinkable in his world, where females were treated with great, even more than males, respect. They were considered more trustworthy because they were not so aggressive and prone to violence.

'Listen to me, human, if you want to kill me, then do it and don't talk so much.' He growled, interrupting the young male's speech.

'You think you're such a badass, right?' The young male snorted. 'That we're just joking, that we want to scare you ...' He didn't finish, because Othiel snatched the gun from him and grabbed his neck with his other hand, lifting him up. The rest of the youngsters began to scream madly, but as soon as they got too close to Othiel, Othiel ejected his sword blades from his bracer and threatened them, and they departed. 'Stop playing avengers and grow up,' he hissed, releasing the boy. He fell to the ground choking. 'I did not kill your fathers or your other relatives, not every Yautja wants bad for you, just as not every human wants good for you. If you want to survive, you must rely on me... ' He threw the pistol to the male rising from the ground and turned away from them, heading towards the forest.