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Retaliate Chapter Twelve By Blackdawn Da'tou looked ahead at the swirling vortex of color, mixed with red, yellow, black, and blue. Was this it? Was she dying? If she was, where was the bright light, the tunnel, the light at the other end? Did yautja even walk through that tunnel, or any tunnel? How was she to know this was it? Suddenly, she was lifted, floated upwards. Was this the outer body experience? There were murmurs, voices. She opened her mandibles to try talking but the only thing that came out was a low moan. The experience went on just a few more seconds until everything turned black.
Da'tou jerked: Hands twitching and feet kicking. A loud noise woke her. Opening her eyes to a blurred world but they soon focused. The solid surface she was looking at was warm, the pattern familiar. It was straw, the ceiling of a straw hut. She blinked, her eyes feeling heavy and swollen just about. Letting out a hoarse cough from a hurting chest through a dry throat. Da'tou breathed in and out, her chest feeling cut and battered as was the rest of her body. There were noises; giggles and laughter from children. Moving her head to the right that just seemed to fall onto its side, there was a blanket hung from a doorway with four, five-year-old little round heads peeping under it staring at her. The children already smiling and giggled. "Did you die?" One asked. She coughed again, clearing her throat to answer clearly. "I . . . I'm not sure." Her voice barely audible. Wincing then gasped as the feeling of pain was coming back. "Not . . . sure." Then coughed again. "Do you want some water?" Da'tou slowly shook her head. "Yes." She said. The one that asked then got up and ran. Looking to the others who just stared back. "Where-Where am I?" "You're in Tata—Ketaiaba." "Hhhow-How did, I get here?" They giggled. "Our hunters found and brought you back." "Are you really a great warrior?" One asked. She was about to give them an answer until a thought stopped her. "How did you know that?" They laughed. "You are a silly warrior." Twinges moved up her belly making her mandibles shut and eyes close tight. She breathed out, the twinges turned to tearing almost burning pain and gasped, holding back the urge to scream. "Are you okay?" "M-My chest." She managed to say just before her eyes closed and howled. Opening her eyes again when shouts were heard and hands touched her body seeing unfamiliar faces. The pain was immense, almost as if it had magnified. Kicking out her legs squirming under the many hands trying to hold her down. She couldn't lay still, not to the pain swelling through every inch of her. "Da'tou." A voice said. "Calm down . . ." Her howling raged on, growing even louder with each passing second as did the pain. Squeezing a soft boney ankle she had grasped while digging the talons of her other hand into the dirt-laid floor.
Da'tou held the small bowl to her mandibles and drank the cool water within it, having to hold it with both shaky hands ensuring she wouldn't drop it like previous times. Having been in Tata—Ketaiaba a total of three days and still hadn't gathered her full strength. The pains had caused her to pass out for day and when she woke, to her surprise, found word was sent to West Xingasa after arriving in Tata—Ketaiaba that she was found and hunters came to the call making sure she would return home safely. The outside world wasn't suppose to know of her existence here but most of the surrounding villages knew of her presence and the village she resided in, calling her the Oior-pata; Man Slayer. Believing she was a spirit reborn from the many angered Oior-pata that have came here and died. Though Da'tou knew now, from meeting Gr'it-in, that other yautja have been hunting local hunters and warriors around these parts for centuries which is where the tales came from only she was not an angered spirit, just an angered yautja. She was now wearing the traditional West Xingasa clothing brought by Waurric, a fellow hunter and friend, specially made to fit her large form. The dressing first started as a small leather top across her chest that tied in the back, her waist area also covered in leather with a belt and small pouches around it. Securely tied to the bottom garment on the front and back of her legs held onto her a type of leather chaps, or leg stockings that lead down her legs covering the skin of her feet but allowed her multiple talons to show. The stockings were of her own design meant to prevent cuts and rashes on her legs from brushing against bushes, trees and other plant life. "Da'tou." Waurric's voice came from the doorway. She turned to him, his right hand holding the blanket up peeping his head through. "Are you ready?" Nodding in approval still not feeling like walking over half a day but wanted to go home, find the assassin and kill him so she could rest and recover fully before dealing with Mayara. Waurric walked in and to her side then lowered both hands under her right arm helping her up. Da'tou winced, grunted as she strained to stand, her left arm hugged her side while the other stayed over his shoulders. There was no possible way for him to hold her up but was more a gesture of care. He was the average height of 5 foot six wearing a simple loin cloth with a fur flap in the front revealing a flat muscle lined stomach. His short hair unevenly cut along his scalp with a blow gun and dart container slung across his small back. Her world spun for just a second making her fall back to her knees. "Da'tou." He said worriedly. "Are you sure you can make it?" She breathed out. Still, feeling weak and dizzy then nodded. "I can make it." Now met by Mawsoba, a large, husky built man who quietly placed her other arm over his shoulders helping her up and to the door. They walked outside, met by the rest of the group: Oruperi, Maurde, and Nihabie. The village inhabitants, a mix of 30 or so topless, pregnant and non pregnant women, scrawny or small gutted men, all with some type of piercing sticking out of their lips or noses with pierced ears and mostly naked children, had formed a large circle around them. Apparently wanting to bid them farewell or just wanted to see more of her now that she was on her feet. One, a small older man, their Shaman, a holy man, stepped forward. "Go in piece spirit, let your troubles lay behind you." He said. She only nodded then looked to Waurric. "Lets go." Waurric returned the gesture then lead her North headed home. The crowd split, creating a pathway and they walked through. Passing narrow, open straw buildings and small and large round huts also made of straw until they came to the edge of the jungle and walked in.
Da'tou's legs shook at the knees, feeling like boulders had been strapped to each ankle from having walked nearly half a day in her condition. Suddenly, a familiar scent caught her attention, snapping her head up and breathed in. It was him. Waurric, still under her arm and having seen something bothered her stopped and spoke. "What is wrong?" The others stopping when hearing his voice and turned to them. She breathed out and her heart started to race. "He-he's close." "Who?" Da'tou looked down to him, both anger and worry written in her eyes. "The assassin." Waurric and the rest looked around, knowing she had encountered them before. "Where?" Motioning her head to the jungle in front of her. "Out there, somewhere." "We must hurry then." And started pulling at her arm. Da'tou though remained still. "No." She said while scanning her surroundings and breathed in slowly. "I can't." Maurde stepped forward. "You aren't thinking about going after him?" She looked to him, her silence telling everything. Still under her arm, Waurric protested. "You can't go up against him now. You need rest. Your body needs to heal." Whipping her head down to him. "I am not going to live my life in hiding. I have to kill him, now." "But you can't, you're still weak." Da'tou tightened her mandibles and growled from deep inside her throat then spoke. "I don't care. He's going to die." Nihabie and Oruperi added their own thoughts into the matter, also trying to change her mind. Waurric sighed. "No." Lifting her arm from his shoulders and took a step forward then turned to her. "Let her go." Da'tou remained silent, her facial expression again showing what she would have said; That she was grateful in his decision. "Oruperi." Looking to him with his hand lifted. "Hand me your knife." Oruperi said nothing but walked to Waurric while unsheathing his knife and placed it in his hand who then gave to Da’tou. "Be careful Da'tou. Come home safely." She nodded with a smile. "I will." He nodded back then looked to the group and headed home, the rest following him but not without glancing at her. She watched them until their heated forms disappeared then scanned the trees and shrubbery once again. The scent of sweet human blood, sweat and old cologne was carried by the wind at her left, the east. Sheathing the small knife into the right side of her belt and headed east. Copyright © 2003-2005, Blackdawn. |