Hunger Games Predator
Okay, this is my first fan fiction for Hunger Games, so please be nice. And if I owned 'Hunger Games' this would not be fan fiction, now would it? And I don't own Predator either, so get over it.
Chapter One; Somewhere on Planet Earth
A creature of unknown origin, and unknown name watched the proceedings with something close to delight. The area was perfect, a combination of heat and conflict. Contestants were entered specifically to die in these games, so it was a perfect situation.
The creature let out growls. Anticipation built as it peered at the images on the screen. Several contestants from the lower numbered districts gained its attention. They were warriors, intending to fight and kill for glory. He understood them. The middle numbered districts were of little interest to him. Although healthy, there were not killers. By the time both tributes from ten were called, he found himself bored.
The tributes from eleven were fine specimens. The big one, Thresh, looked like big game, a decent hunt, and the little one, Rue, her red pelt would look good on his wall. His mind, though finely tuned for the hunt, was already turned to the weapons in its arsenal. Disheartened at the thought that the tributes from Twelve would be one twelfth as good as One's offerings, the creature leaned back in its chair, prepared to ignore the latest prey. A screechy woman announced, "Primrose," and a small morsel looked on in shock.
The creature almost sighed. This was not prey, this was what he, no, this is what prey stepped on while he hunted prey.
"I volunteer!"
His attention turned back to the screen. Yes, yes, this is what he was looking for; something worth his time, worthy of his blades. The pair on his arm popped out in anticipation. He looked them over before retracting them.
She was a hunter. Her footsteps were silent from practice, her eyes quick, but calm. It was obvious; she was the prize.
He would not merely take her skull. No, he would have this one stuffed. The creature beat his chest to the rhythmic pounding of war drums.
The second was… less exciting. This 'Peeta' was not a killer. He worked inside, like prey ought to. The one upside to this prey was that it was large, well-built from its time working. Perhaps when provoked it would show just how strong it was….
The creature snorted. This was to be one of the best hunts! It growled happily, strapped its cannons on, wrapping its loincloth on, and shin guards. The blades were already in place. It was time to put on a 'game face.'
The creature placed its mask on with a hiss.
It was ready for the games.
Katniss was not ready for the games. In her experience, hunts like this went poorly. Life and death hung on her gut, and her guts were most likely to be in a six foot radius around her body tomorrow afternoon. A sinking in her stomach signaled her that lunch may be making its reappearance.
Why did she only get three days to prepare? Why did she have to be picked over like a piece of meat? And why would it matter if somebody cared about her?
Katniss rolled her eyes unpleasantly. All he said was… it did not matter. Peeta… he deserved to have an arrow put into his face, or maybe between his legs. Oh, he would pay. How dare he even speak to her that way? How dare he look her in the eyes like that? Or talk to her like he loved her?
Her breaths came in huffs and puffs. Katniss banged her head against the wall. This was supremely unpleasant, and ridiculous. The only reason this mattered is because it might get her sponsors. That was the only reason it matters. There was no reason whatsoever to get worked up over this… whatever it was.
'I know,' she said to herself, 'I'll just think about Gale.'
She wondered what he was doing. 'Must be out hunting,' She thought to herself, imagining the sun beating down on the trees. Gale hunted with her on such a regular basis. It was much easier to imagine Gale walking the outskirts of district twelve than it was to imagine what was going to happen tomorrow.
The door opened quietly. An official she did not recognize entered, "Hello, Katniss, my name is Herald. I just wanted to get a better look at you, just in case you survive. President Snow and I have a bet over whether or not you will survive," He stepped far into her comfort zone, and took a lock of her hair, "And I sincerely hope you know what happens to the winners." He paused. Katniss, startled, shook her head. Looking into her eyes, he explained, "The winners belong to President Snow, and I'm going to buy you."
He turned and left, undermining whatever drive she had to win.
A.N. I purposely put Gale in to show just how much of a drag he is on a story line. I like the guy, but honestly, he rarely does anything productive to the story itself. I liked this idea; Katniss vs. Predator. It is going to be awesome. But now I have to deal with writing it. In case you're wondering, we're going with the first book's plot, coupled with the first Predator movie.
The Predator is not going to be as well-armed as his brothers.
Please read and review the chapter. Right now, I just need some encouragement.
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