Kidnapped (Predator Fanfiction) -Major Editing-

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Skylar- 

"Ooman! No! Again!"  The air was knocked from my lungs as I slammed into the hard sandy ground of the training pit. I had just gotten finished with round one of the worst pillow fight of my life and honestly there was no better way to explain it than that.

Kweide did not think I was ready to deal with real fist to fist combat or weapons. So instead he beat me with a random pelt he took from the bed and stuffed with more of the others.  It was not as soft as I had hoped it would be much to my disappointment.

"Kweide, please! I need a moment to breathe." I managed to choke out between gasps. I sat up slowly and thanked God that the pit was empty at the moment. This display wasn't exactly the highlight of my skills and the Yautja had little respect for those who were not warriors or medics.  

"No, this is the time to fight. Get up!" He held out his hand to pull me up. It took all my  strength not to sigh as he practically yanked me to my feet. There was no softness towards me during training it seemed. He was really taking this seriously. 

After only a moment I saw his arm swing back and I lept away from him trying to dodge the move. Deep breaths. With another sharp inhale as his arm hit my stomach I reminded myself to stay alert even as I tried to keep calm. He would attack whenever it pleased him.

He swung his arm back again and threw myself backwards. Despite finally avoiding his move I landed badly and tumbled to the ground . "Ooman this is pathetic." He huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

"Yeah, well I wasn't exactly the most fit on earth. I can't become an MMA fighter overnight." My voice was clipped as I responded, his impatience was gearing my temper up.

"We must try again..." He tilted his head as he stared around the large training room. Really it was more like an arena and I couldn't imagine what new horrors awaited me inside his mind. "New tactic." 

He was enthused once more as his gaze landed in the direction of the their little 'gym' area. This whole place wasn't their training dojo for youngsters, it held serious equipment and tools that aided experienced warriors. And personally, I hated being here.

When one is made to feel like Po in Kung Fu Panda it kind of sucks. Especially when Yautja have no concept of level zero nor levels one through five in human standards. You just got pushed into their basic training. And it was rough.

"What is this... new tactic?" I almost didn't want to ask. Knowing him it would be grueling work and I was already exhausted. But curiosity killed the cat. 

"We will practice the hunt." He gestured ahead of himself to the array of areas to run to. "We can simulate it and I will see how well you do." He paused for a moment and turned to face me, "Now, run." With a roar he crouched down like he was about to pounce . If it was meant to get me going, it worked. I was out of there faster than shaggy and scooby doo's circle run.

"Oh crap! Oh crap!" My feet slammed against the dirty floor as I ran in a straight line. I couldn't outrun him, that would be impossible. So I had to fake him out.

He followed me after my head start but I didn't turn around to watch. I kept my eyes ahead and my ears open until the sound of his steps were behind me. With all the force I could manage, I swerved to the right. Immediately I  heard him stumble in the dirt and felt a moment of pride as I began to climb up out of the pit and rolled across the steel floor to my feet.

Heart pumping like a steam engine in my chest I ran for my life. I may have slowed him down but he was not going to stay that way. His claws scraped against steel and I knew it wouldn't be long now before he caught me. I just had to find a soft place to land.