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Interrogate - Part One Chapter Thirteen By Blackdawn Da'tou sat on the warm boulder basking in the sun's rays. Her elevated perch on the cliff just twenty feet from the ground below a perfect look out point. She had been sitting there for nearly two hours gathering all her strength to fight her tormentor and sifting through ideas of how to make him talk without causing him to pass out or die, immediately that is. For her own sake, to find out where these assassins, these hitmen, were coming from, she had to capture him. Laying her head back and closed her eyes listening to the world around her. Not concentrating on the sounds but let them in as they came. Breathing in gathering the scent in the air slowing her heart beat until her brain clicked on a familiar scent and focused her earing on tromping footsteps. He was close, coming from her left. Opening her eyes looking down the rocky clearing and watched as he came walking out of the trees a minute later. New rifle in hand, a T-shirt loosely hugging his torso and a back pack across his back. Waiting until he reached the middle before standing up and throwing a stone the size of her fist into his pathway. It was automatic. He spun around firing directly ahead of him but stopped when seeing no one was there. His facial features showing confusion and scanned the surroundings then finally looked up. "I'll make this quick," yelled Da'tou, "You tell me what I want to know and I promise your death will be quick." He smirked, "Sorry, but I'll have to decline that." Lifting his automated rifle to her level firing a barrage of bullets. Dodging to her right barely making it out of the way and jumped forward into a flip landing on her hands and feet but the landing had jarred her still healing wounds causing her loss of balance and fell to her side. Scrambling back to her feet and ran as the bullets trailed behind her kicking up tufts of grass and globs of dirt then pivoted her body to the ground into a roll then back to her feet running behind a thick tree for protection that was bombarded with bullets a split second later. Carefully pulling out Oruperi's knife trying not to get her arm nicked by any of the flying bullets and readied herself to run to the nearest tree. Just then the bullets stopped and a clicking was heard followed by the assassin cursing. "Damn gun." Flipping the knife holding it by the blade and twirled around lifting her arm aiming quickly and threw it. It impaled his left thigh making him fall onto his right side screaming and dropping his rifle and guard. Da'tou saw this as an open window and ran for him but was unprepared when he suddenly pushed himself up with a 9 mm in hand and begun firing one shot after another. The first bullet had grazed her left side as did another but the third hit almost the very top of her shoulder lodging itself just under the collar bone. The force of the hit and from the unsteady momentum of trying to run out of the way had caused her to slip and fall onto both hands and one knee and foot and scurried like an animal back into the trees. Some bullets brushing her skin as others shot behind and in front of her then they finally came to a halt but she still was running until finally coming across a big root and had rolled over and behind it. Laying on her back panting and wincing from her muscle moving against the hot bullet and brought her right hand to the wound proceeding in pulling out the bullet. "You may be stronger," said the assassin as Da'tou dug her talons into the wound forcing herself to hold her breath grimacing of the pain. "but are very predictable." Hearing that, and from grabbing the edge of the bullet and pulling it out made her growl in anger. Letting the small bloodied head of copper roll into her palm and at that time heard him scream shortly, most likely from pulling out the knife. "Don't think that root will protect you," he groaned loudly, "I have more bullets." Tilting her head upwards yelling back, "You'll run out!" Hearing a bag drop then a zipper zipping, "But you'll be dead before that happens." Da'tou couldn't help but smile at that last remark even though she was facing the possibility of death. Though the assassin was smaller then the ones usually sent after her, but he had more spark . . . more of a "get in your face" attitude, and she liked it. As a matter of fact. She always liked it since she could remember. That feeling of danger and pure excitement through a fight of blade against gun, a sense of raw, blood lusting power deep inside few dared to venture. Probably the specially bred blood running through her veins that made her feel so. There was the spine chilling sound of a magazine being loaded and a gun cocking, then, she heard a scuffle and feet shuffling. Great. She thought. Now how was she going to fight him? And he was right after all. She would be dead before he would run out of ammo. Her earing suddenly bombarded with the ringing sounds of his gun discharging and slumped lower as bullets nicked off pieces of bark whizzing by centimeters above her head. The firing stopped for a few micro seconds and she bolted. Running to the right past trees that were followed by more bullets, one hitting a tree just in front forcing Da'tou to jump to her left and kept running. The firing stopped again, this time for a longer amount of time but still kept on running. Coming to a slope and slid down it feet first, right hand against the ground keeping her balance then reached the bottom and used the momentum from sliding down to move back to her feet. Scanning the area seeing a large tree and ran for it quickly scaling it. Growling and winced as the muscle in her left shoulder bulged causing blood to flow from the wound down her body and onto the bark. It was rather pointless to run and hide when there was a green glowing trail leading the assassin to wherever she went. Finally reaching a thick branch strong enough to hold her weight and climbed onto it. Covering the wound with her hand applying pressure trying to stop the bleeding then carefully ran across the branch back in the direction where she slid down the slope and waited. Moments later the assassin appeared. Clumsily sliding down the hill then tripped into a roll halfway down and rolled the rest of the way and came to a stop by falling on is face in a loud painfully sounding groan, the gun flying out of his grasp. With seeing his guard down and weaponless Da'tou leaped from her perch. Her left foot slamming down onto his left arm just above the wrist and heard a loud snap from the bone breaking a second before the assassin screeched. Lifting him up by his shirt collar turning him around to lay his back and was suddenly lashed across her stomach by a sharp object that made her jump backwards in a howl. Looking to the assassin seeing her knife in his hand then down to her stomach at a long deep gash running across the lower stomach area. Blood wasn't exactly gushing out but it wasn't seeping either. She could go without medical attention for the moment but would require it after a few hours. If her wounds, mainly this one, aren’t cared for or didn't stop itself by then, she would pass out . . . or something worse. Again in a run when he grabbed the gun and aimed but was already at a full run before he started shooting. Running around trees, through bushes and over fallen logs until she came out of the jungle and to a short clearing followed by a drop off. Looking down seeing it was another easy leap of twenty feet but her pursuer wouldn't be able to make it down, then it would be yet more days of healing her wounds and tracking the assassin who would have more weapons and ammo by then. Her gaze scanned the ridge and below looking of a way for him to get down without minor injury but didn't see another way. Turning to the woods but did a double look back to the ridge below at what she thought were the forms of people, yautja people. She gasped and her heart fluttered at the sight of Gr'it-in and his group. There were seven others, all wearing the same concept of high tech inhuman armor and helmets but each with their own style and design. Some held a "dancing around the fire" design: Ghouls, ghosts and demons. As others looked more like they were from rich families: Helmets with spikes and horns, shoulders laid with some type of alien skulls or large flashy looking metal shoulder pads and what looked liked chain link armor loosely fitted with other more solid armor down their arms, stomachs and legs. "Da'tou," yelled Gr'it-in, "What happened to you? Mayara said you ran into trouble." Da'tou balled her fists, even hearing his name called churned her blood. She was about to reply until a bang rang in her ears and a bullet penetrated the small of her back making her knees buckle in a piercing cry of pain. Laying her right hand on the ground seeing Gr'it-in and the others running to her from the corner of her eye and turned her head around in a deep growl. He was breathing heavily, almost panting. Walking around her stepping close to the edge keeping his 9 mm pointed to her. "You should have broken my other arm." Her heart raced as she stared down the barrel. Was this it? Was this how she was going to die? Then her world suddenly exploded in noise and dust. The assassin's screams mixed in with the mess and had brought her arms to her face out of basic instinct of protection. Lowering her arms half a minute later, after the noises of falling earth settled and dust thinned, and looked down. Petrified of the idea of looking at his mangled body that he was dead and she wouldn't be able to extract the information she needed. He was laying motionless on his right side, both legs broken and completely sticking out of the skin. But though he wasn't moving nor screaming, he still could be alive. The sign of no blood flowing from his head or lower body showed he may only be rendered unconscious. Pressing her forehead to the ground holding the urge to scream aloud but came out as a mixed wheeze and gasp when her wounded back muscles spasmed. Seeing Gr'it-in's feet and the others from the corner of her right eye. They had climbed up to her level. She winced, grimacing of the growing pain trying to limit her breathing so it wouldn't hurt as much and spoke slowly. "It's . . . about time . . . you showed up." Kneeling beside her laying a hand on her back, "Why did you leave? I told you I would be back in a few days." "Well, apparently someone couldn't wait that long." nodding her head to the downed assassin. "Is that one of them?" He asked while examining her wounds with his hands, mostly the bullet wound in her back. "Yes," Breathing in quickly with a gasp when he touched it and continued. "You could say I found him this time. When he was talking over the plan with May . . ." and then she stopped. Worried what Gr'it-in might say or think when it was Mayara behind all of this. Ever since they met all he could say of humans was, they could not be trusted, and it was the very thing that happened to her. Before Da'tou could continue Gr'it-in ended her sentence saying plainly, "Mayara?" She lowered her head almost shamefully, "Yes," and waited for him to strike back in "I told you so's" but instead watched as he laid down a metal box that opened with his finger print revealing an array of medical supplies. Copyright © 2003-2005, Blackdawn. |