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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:18 pm
Predator HTH: Prologue
Prologue
The man breathed heavily, his lungs bringing in as much air as possible as he ran his fastest to escape the devil hunting him. The man's normally well-kept hair was out of its tight ponytail and flying everywhere as his legs pumped like pistons, propelling him down the dark alley. His azure eyes darted left and right, looking for somewhere the devil wouldn't follow.
That place would never come.
The man slammed hard into a wall, the dead end of the alleyway. "Dead end..." He muttered to himself, as if he couldn't believe the reality of his situation. His hands felt thier way along the wet wall, still damp from the recent rains. The cold, unfeeling brick underneath his hands brought tears to his eyes. He did not want to die, not like this, not like prey to the devil hunting him. His wide eyes scanned the alleyway behind him, knowing well what would happen if he was caught. Maybe he should run back the other way?
Too late.
A thump was heard just down the alleyway. The prey's eyes scanned frantically, watching for the hunter and also looking for somewhere to go. There had to be somewhere! Somewhere away from here! Then he noticed a splash in a puddle about twenty feet from him, the water shooting up from the ground from some unseen force acted upon it. The water, however, caused a reaction on the force that moved it. A large being was walking towards the man, its stealth forgotten, and its prey only feet away. A low growl emitted from its throat, the hunter standing a good foot over its prey, its cold, uncaring eyes upon its mask glaring into the weeping mans soul.
"P-p-please... Don't kill ME!!" The man sobbed to his giant predator, as if trying to get some sort of sympathy from it.
There is no such thing given to prey.
"Dead end..." Came a cold, distorted imatation of the mans voice. Before he had time to say anything, the Devil's wristblades had found thier way into his body, near the top of the chest cavity. With one mighty pull, the beast pulled the man's head from his shoulders, his spine trailing out behind it in a bloody trail. The hunter let out a roar of triumph, kicking the spasming body of the dead man aside as it scaled the dead-end wall and started its journey back to its campsite.
Within its camping grounds, its home on this hunt, it got to work cleaning the head and spine of its most recent kill. Using arcane tools, it removed all flesh, gristle, muscle, and blood. The bones were spotless after hours of cleaning. The predator nodded to itself as it put the skull upon the rack of other prey it had hunted over the aeons of its life. Seeing its prized Xenomorph Queen skull, it couldn't help but smile to itself. Only a few of its kind had gone into a hive alone, and returned alive with the skulls it had, and it made the hunter proud to be alive. Next to the queen's skull, there was one of its children, below that, there was a rack of human skulls. Taken only from the best warriors of the times it had come hunting. It ran its large fingers over the skulls absent-mindedly, before turning on its heel towards the cockpit of its home. It would return to this planet in a decade or so, looking for another hunt. But nothing would ever be like the hunt it had had, nearly five hundred years ago, in the summer of 2010...
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 6:49 pm
Predator: Hunting the Hunted Chapter one
Youngblood in a Young Race
Within the confines of the Jag'd'ja Atoll, the mothership, the young predator readies his equipment for the long hunt ahead. Making sure each and every weapon he has is at its optimum efficiency. Making sure his Shuriken would open to thier full width in the tenth of a second that it should. Such things were important, for if his equipment failed him in the heat of battle, it could mean the difference between life and death. He had heard as much from the blooded youngsters who had come back from thier first hunts, having left with parties of five and returning with two or three. This youngling, whom we will call Guan-thwei, 'Night Blood', is excited to be put upon this planet for his final test into manhood.
He was being put upon planet Earth, the home of the Human Race. Guan knew with his heart of hearts that there were far more dangerous planets just outside of this system that he could have gone to, but he had wanted to see the race that constantly bred warriors of such calibre that veterans could lose to. It was the human warrior that he wanted to prove himself with. His young mind raced with the possibilities of being fought by a worthy warrior, like the female who had helped destroy the Hive-Temple on the planet and destroy the queen with another youngblood, not more than six years ago. The youngblood had fallen in that battle, but was honoured among the dead as a true warrior. His body had housed a dangerous being, however, and it had taken the elder of the clan to kill it and mount its head for a trophy on his ever-expanding trophy wall. Neary fifteen of the clans warriors had died that fateful day, including Guan's father. The youngling was proud of how his father had died, fighting with all the brutality the clan was known for, yet it was still not enough.
Just when he thought he would die, only a few years away from his first hunt, the clan elder threw the beast across the room with one mighty punch. Guan had never seen such power, especially in the sky-blue haired elder of thier clan. The veteran let out a roar, a sound that dwarfed out every sound on the ship for those long seconds that he showed his might through sound. Then, with one mighty leap, the elder was upon the beast. His wristblades shone in the dead light of the ship, ripping the alien apart. The beast tried scaring the elder with its own roar.
Nothing scared this veteran.
Having been in thousands of battles on untold amounts of hunts, this predator would not yeild to such a debased lifeform just because of a pathetic roar. A quick rip, the sounds of bones breaking, and that was the end of the battle. The veteran had yet another battle under his belt, holding the head of the dead beast in its old claws. Letting out a triumphant roar, it thrust the head into the air. All the other clan members, alive or dying, managed to roar in return, for victory and for their fallen brethren. The dead were taken to the ritual burial chambers near the bottom of the ship, stories of their sacrifice to be placed within the annals of the clans pages of history.
Guan, now scared and alone, having lost both of his parents to the xenomorph, couldn't help but cry. Several of the other predators tried coming to help him, but they were waved away by the elder. The old hunter helped the boy up, telling the child that his father had died in the Yautja way, with an enemy at his door and a weapon in his hand. None could ask for a greater honour than that. Stopping his sniffling, Guan nodded, wiping his eyes away in shame. It was then that the elder decided that it would help Guan become a great hunter, and therefore help him prepare for his inevitable hunt on the planet of his choosing.
Now that time had come, his planet was chosen and he was ready. His equipment was all at optimum efficiency and packed away in his personal ship. His own ship for his first hunt, his first contact with the fragile humans, and thier warriors. He boarded his ship, giving a final salute to the others before closing the hatch. His surrogate father, the elder, had taught him how to pilot this small craft, and he was glad the old hunter had given him the knowlege of thousands of hunts past. He engaged the ships engine, and sped towards the planet below. Guan's hunt, the greatest one of his life, was on.
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