Kidnapped (Predator Fanfiction) -Major Editing-

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: H'chakde

H'chakde had woken early the next morning, none too pleased when the previous days' events resurfaced in his mind. He grumbled quietly as he pushed himself to sit up in his bed. His gaze turning to the Ooman's mat.

She lay on her side with her back to the wall, her eyes still closed. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she continued to sleep.

"Get up," H'chakde growled in an attempt to wake her. He grabbed his mask and placed it back on his face.

The ooman only stirred slightly, opening her eyes for only a moment before they closed again. She grumbled something in her language before turning away from him.

H'chakde let out another low growl, his patience was growing thin. He stood and moved toward her, pulling her up off the mat and placing her upright on the ground. She glared up at him before beginning to shiver slightly. Then her attention moved from him to the cloth tied around her waist. She untied it before slipping it on over her shoulders.

He motioned for her to follow him as he made his way toward the door. It wasn't until he turned back did he notice that she hadn't moved an inch.

She spoke to him in some of her ooman gibberish. Her tone a mix of curiosity and agitation, and her head tilted.

"Repeat," H'chakde said.

She let out a huff in response placing her hands on her hips a moment as she thought. She spoke again and pointed to the open door. H'chakde tilted his head, was she wondering where they were going.

"We are going to the dining hall." He lifted his mask up for only a moment as he pretended to bite into something. "Food." She nodded slightly but still had an unsure look on her face as she came to stand next to him.

H'chakde took a few steps forward before looking back. When he was sure she was following his pace quickened as he made his way to the dining hall. Being sure to check behind himself every so often to make sure the ooman was still following. Each time he was pleasantly surprised to find that she was keeping a good pace. Remaining only a step or two behind him as they walked.

He let out a small click at the feeling of pride that flared in his chest. Once he had made her more obedient she could prove to be a very useful servant. Maybe even a better one then the ooman Kweide had.

"H'chakde." He was brought out of his thoughts to see an old-time companion standing before him. Guan-Bhu'ja. He had been one of the many Yautja H'chakde had hunted alongside during his first trial hunt. H'chakde reached out and grabbed Guan-Bhu'ja's shoulder and shook it slightly in greeting. He returned the favor.

"What is it?" H'chakde asked taking a moment to quickly glance down at the ooman. Much to his relief, she was still there.

"The Elder requests your presence," Guan-Bhu'ja said. H'chakde nodded watching as he walked off. Waiting till he was a good ways away before letting out a sigh. He changed his direction and began heading toward where the elder would be. Looking back once more, glad to see the ooman was still following after him.

As soon as the warrior stepped into the Elders room, H'chakde lowered his head and downcast his eyes. "You wanted to see me, Elder?" He asked taking a moment to glance over to the ooman.

Much to his irritation, her gaze was directly on the elder. H'chakde let out an annoyed chitter as he reached over and pushed her head down. Forcing the ooman to look at the ground. Much to his relief, she was smart enough to keep her head there.

The Elder let out an amused chuckle. "I did. I wanted to warn you now that in two weeks you will be going on a hunting trip." His words confused H'chakde greatly. He was being sent on a hunting trip? Why? Wasn't he still in trouble? "You must take the ooman with you." The Elder finished.

Then all the pieces clicked in his mind, it was a punishment inside of a punishment. This was just another way to test H'chakde's patience further than his current task already was. He held back an annoyed growl that threatened to rise in his throat.

"Make sure you are well prepared, remember the ooman mustn't die." The Elder reminded him.

H'chakde yet again had to suppress a growl that rose in his throat. Watching his own back during a hunt was something that had come easy. It was something he had been trained to do when he was just a pup. But having to watch this stupid, disobedient ooman as well? It would be fairly difficult, but he reasoned to himself that, that was certainly the point of this wasn't it?

"That will be all." The Elder dismissed him with a wave of his hand. As soon as he did H'chakde hurried from the room. The ooman trailing close behind as he set out for the kehrite. He decided to skip out on breakfast for the morning. His appetite was gone for the day.

Once he arrived he set out to ushering the ooman to a far corner of the training area. Somewhere He knew she would be safe, and a place where he could keep an eye on her. He pointed to the ground in front of himself and let out a low growl. "Stay." He pointed back toward the arena where a few young-bloods and unblooded were already sparring. "Over there is not safe."

She glanced at the ground a moment then back at the arena. Watching the Yatuja fight for only a moment before a sense of understanding filled her eyes. She nodded, and H'chakde hoped that this time she would listen.

As soon as H'chakde turned his attention back to the arena, Guan-Bhu'ja walked in. A handful of unblooded following right behind him. He was one of the Yautja who helped train the younger one more often than not. Only a few times did he ask H'chakde to step in to help with the unruly youngbloods and unblooded.

Becoming a trainer had always been H'chakde's goal, and Guan-Bhu'ja knew that. It was probably one of the main reasons he let H'chakde train them.

"H'chakde?" He asked tilting his head slightly once he had noticed H'chakde's presence. "What are you doing here?"

"Training," H'chakde said simply, and Guan-Bhu'ja responded with a nod. He gestured to the younger Yautja making their way to the arena.

"Then maybe you wouldn't mind helping me training these ones." H'chakde felt the Yautja equivalent of a grin begin to form on his face. Not noticeable from behind his mask.

"Why not? A live opponent would be much more helpful." H'chakde said. Guan-Bhu'ja let out a quiet trilling sound as he walked past him to stand next to the ooman. He folded his arms over his chest and kept his gaze toward the other Yautja.

"Remember to hold back, if only a little. They are still learning." Guan-Bhu'ja reminded him. H'chakde nodded in response, glancing at the ooman once more before turning his attention to the group.

"That can be arranged."