Isolated With The Headhunter: Part 3

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He drew closer. I was ensnared in his trap that he had laid out for me. My arm was missing, as well as my leg. My tail twitched, my acidic blood dripped out of my waist and onto the grass below. I was beaten. I was defeated. I was useless, I realized....as the Headhunter stood beneath me and looked up with his judging eyes. He looked like the guardian sister of death, as he tilted his head....his mandibles rippling around his mouth. He had won.

He....had came for my head. And now? He would have it.
In pure fury, I screeched downwards towards him..
" Reeeeeeeee! "

The Headhunter seemed to smirk. I think that is what that expression of his meant. He was pleased with himself, as he lowered his hand down to the ground below. What was he doing, I wondered?...
...The blade within his wrist slid out, as I knew that this was it.
This was how I was going to die.

My hive, my mother, my sisters....my family.
I failed to survive, even for a little while. I failed to avenge them.

The Headhunter leaped upwards, and I held my breath...this was the final strike. In a few seconds, I would be reunited with them all somewhere, someplace.

...But the blade of the headhunter didn't pierce me. No, it pierced the wire above me. I gasped from within, for I lacked the actual ability to gasp. Falling, he caught me in his hands and wrapped my body around his neck. His grip was deathly, and it was then that I realized....he did not wish to slay me.

He was going to take me away.
He leaped into the air, as my head felt woozy...my blood leaked, yet it didn't seem to bother him. He jumped onto a branch, and let loose another victories roar.

" Rauuuurgh! "

I struggled in his grasp, but I lacked both the energy and the plasma to be able to do much for myself. I was embarrassed, ashamed....I felt so violated as he held me. A prime specimen, a perfect organism like I was nothing more than his personal scarf. Some sort of twisted decoration.

To another branch he leaped, and I whimpered. I had already had my dignity and pride stomped on,but now? He was just smashing it. Crushing it. My soul, the soul that loved so many sisters was being disrespected to levels I didn't think possible....and I hated that. I hated it more then I have hated anything ever. More than inferior organisms. More than the slaughter of my family. It was one thing to kill us all, but to kill us all and then take the last surviving member...myself? To maim and use me as a decoration? It was an insult to us all.

...An insult I would not forgive, as I pushed my head against his head. I wasn't going to be treated like this. Like some filthy animal, caught by an proud glorified hunter. I refused to go out like insect shit. His hand held my head in place, and he applied force that crushed the side of my jaw....but I didn't care. I kept pushing. Rage swelled up inside me, it coursed through my veins and my body, it infuriated my being..

" Screeee! " I screeched out in anger, as I felt my jaw shatter against his hand. He had broken it, but I had managed to lift his hand upwards....
...And open my mouth, allowing my inner mouth and tongue to quickly dart out and strike his face. It tore through his left cheek and mouth, as I felt my second mouth touch his lower mandible.

I bit down.
Hard.

The Headhunter screamed in pain as I pulled my mouth back, ripping off the mandible and spitting it onto the tree trunk below. He released me from his grip as he leaned forward and threw me to the ground. I landed with a mighty thud, pain seeming like a second nature I had become accustomed too. It was nothing more than a way of life now. The Headhunter was infuriated, as he held his hands over his mandible....perhaps he was not as tough as I had thought. He had insulted my pride, and now? I had insulted his. I had taken something from him.

I was fighting back.

And damn, did it feel good. But my joy lasted a mere few seconds, before he was peering down at me with those raging yellow eyes. He lifted another one of those "disc" from his waist belt and threw it down at me....
...But something...was different. He did it slower. Or did he? Was I just reacting faster now? Had I become accustomed to this trick, had I learned? I didn't know why...
...But I swung my tail forward as he started to throw the "disc" and turned my tail so that the sharpest edge would be moving towards it. It stung, but I managed to swipe the "disc" out of the way and deflect it into a tree that was near the Headhunter. His eyes widened with disbelief, as he roared once more and glared down at me!

" Rauuuuuurgh! "

Blood oozed from the hideous wound that was once his lower left mandible, as he leaped off the tree branch and started to fall down towards me. He was going to kill me when he reached me, I realized that...
...And perhaps he was....just slower now. Perhaps I had become faster, able to perceive his actions quicker. Perhaps all my loss and suffering, my pain and my rage....was finally starting to mean something. For as he came? Instinct kicked in for me. I rolled my body over, and let the wound in my waist and the hole where my right arm used to be face him.

As I launched an blast of acid from both of those wounds, up towards the falling headhunter.
It hurt like hell.
But it seemed to catch him by surprise, he had left his arms and legs spread out and couldn't draw them in fast enough to defend himself. His armor wasn't spread across his entire chest, and my acidic blood splashed on a large area from his knees to his neck.
His trajectory changed and he fell beside of me, instead of on top of me. Screaming in pain. He seemed hurt, but not just on a physical level...as if insulted that I had managed to do this to him. I didn't even feel my own pain anymore, as I took my left claw and swiped it down over his back.

I wanted to finish him off here, while I had the chance. I was so full of hate, and it made me feel...so powerful. I believed I could do this.

My claw dug into his flesh, and I tore it downwards...some of my acidic blood had splashed on his back, and it made making his skin detach from his body that much easier. I had ripped off everything from his lower neck to about halfway down his back, before he suddenly balled up his hand and swiped it at me. He sent me reeling back into the dense jungle, as he let loose another scream in pain.

My body struck another tree branch, before I twirled downwards into the rushing stream of a river. It carried me off into it's stream, smashing me around....I struck rocks. I gasped for air. I was bleeding, from many wounds....and I was lacking two limbs. But...strange as it may seem...

...Despite my horrible predicament, I felt....more powerful. I felt like I had something great. The Headhunter had me in his hands, had disgraced me....and I managed to enact revenge. If not for my sisters, then myself. My body was being washed away in the river, but my soul had never flown so high and so free. Knowing that in the jungle, the headhunter was hunched over. In pain. Suffering. Suffering just as I had suffered.

Just as he had made all of us, suffer.

...And I swore to myself, in this moment. That I wasn't done. I would recover. I would fight back. I was afraid before, but now? I knew that I could turn the cards. Only a few minutes before I had given up, but now? I would not stop until I had the head of the headhunter.
Until I rebuilt the hive.
.....Until I, rise to be a new Queen. And I would not rest...
...Until all headhunters who dared harm my kind, were tortured and flayed. Slain.
...But it would all start here.
It would all start....with just...this one.

I had new purpose in life.