This is my first ever story, so give me time and go easy on me haha. I do not own the rights to the Predator series or anything affiliated, the only thing I take credit for is the characters and story plot. Ok? Ok.. enjoy (future lemon btw, so beware).

'The Hunted'

The marine lay there prone, awaiting what happens next. Quinn, the "tough", muscular, six foot, brunette he was- shook vigorously. Sweat dropped down his helmeted forehead, fell past his eye and onto the dry powdery dirt that surrounded him. The time passing made his predicament seem all much worse, the metaphorical ticking sounded in his head. He decided to pull his upper body up slightly to pear over the tree he'd been lying behind to see where his enemy had gone... that was a big mistake, as soon as his head became visible to the space in front of the tree he heard a harsh clicking from only god knows where in front of him. Quinn sank back down as quick as he could, but he knew his position was already compromised. In a heart pounding moment of terror, he jumped upwards, turned and began to run as fast as he could, kicking up bronze dust behind him. He attempted to use the scattered trees as a way of blocking him self from the monsters line of sight, weaving in front of them as he ran. The soldier couldn't tell wether or not it was actually following him, as the only thing he could here was his hard breathing and boots as they hit the ground, but he of course would rather be safe than sorry and continued moving as fast as he could. Quinn quickly removed his helmet and threw it into the woods, as he was getting way to hot and needed to be as light as he could. He looked behind himself breefly to check for his pursuer, he saw nothing but forest for what seemed like forever moving away from him as he sprinted onward. THUMP. Not paying attention even for that short moment had been a dangerous mistake. Blood trickled down from the solid tree he'd just slammed his head into, and Quinn, lied at its feet with a large cut down the middle of his forehead from the sharp branch that jutted outward. Blood slowly gushed from the wound and he was as good as dead... or so it seemed- As the hunter was directly behind him the entire time, cloaked from the humans miserable sight. The tall figure stood above Quinn menacingly, it's large metal mask, grey, as if solid iron peered down at him. It let out another clicking sound as it began to unravel what seemed like gauze from its sactual like bag. It bent down over him and wrapped it tightly around his forehead wound and put it away. The predator tapped on its wrist device and scanned the marine, letting out an agitated grunt. It picked Quinn up and started walking off deeper into these never ending forests...

And that's the end to a pretty short chapter one. Seeming as I'm new, anyone who knows what they're talking about, feel free to give me some writing tips lol. And generally, I'd really like everyone's input. Thanks! *new chapter once a week!*