Predatoress walked in a large room of trophies. The lights were pulsating from the walls like the ship would be a living being. She looked at the skulls, the beautiful structures what nature have made. It was pure art. But she remembers the shock when she walked towards same kind of skull cabinet for the first time in her life, and saw the skull of a human.
And the first encounter of the hunters in their real form.
God she feared for her life. There were no words for the feeling. She felt like choking and paralyzing just �cos of their presence. And what they did to her� The pain was unbearable. But yet nothing compared to the several months of hell she went through when she decided to be one of them.
She still remembers how her humanity died. She was watching to a man in a glass room, tied up, beaten, tortured half dead, under bright lights. Lucifer stood behind her when she touched the glass and cried. He lifted his head towards her, breathing hard, and formed the word �Help� on his lips. She had already became worthy, but that man stroke her down.
She tried to save him. She was running with him in the long corridors towards the escape pods. It was insane, and she knew she would die if get caught. She didn�t care but wanted to do the last good thing for human kind.
But then she saw the true nature of humans. Gun pointed at her head when the yautjas came, she was the hostage. He went crazy, she felt how he shivered behind her and squeezed the trigger when trying to open the hatch to the pod.
She heard Lucifer letting out a roar beyond this world. The whole ship was full of it, and everything else got silent. The man pointed at him with the pistol, ready to shoot him. She drew out her katana and finished her blood baptism by killing her own kind. A gunshot and the blade sank in his chest, spilling warm blood on her, flowing down her face, arms and chest. She cried and looked at his dieing eyes. �A girl�� She still hears his voice in her head when he took his last breath and collapsed to the floor.
Lucifer just stood there, looking at her, she felt his rage and hatred. The bullet had missed him. She was afraid to look at him and the rest of the clan. She knew they were ready to tear her apart from what she�d done.
She collapsed on her knees when hearing how they started to stomp forward, their every step echoing from the metallic walls. She shouted, spread her arms bending her spine and looked up to the roof seeking mercy from the God she once knew. She still held her katana, face splattered with blood, she was ready to sacrifice her life. It would be the end, quick and painless� Or that�s what she thought.
The shock went through her body. Two spikes sank in her neck from the collar sent strong impulses through her, striking her down. The whole time she thought they could escape she had been under their control, supervised for the final test. They knew every move she�d taken, every breath, she had been just a puppet in this wicked play.
She writhed like possessed, every nerve in her body was in fire. Her mind blackened out for a while and she gargled white foam on the floor. She felt the shadow standing on her, reached her arm towards it and felt enormous blow on the right side of her head.
Sweet darkness...
Until the hellish lights were pointed at her eyes.
I died just to be reborn
Welcome to my hell