RUN CHAPTER 1: Chase
Authoress: I realize the grammar in the Alien P.O. horrible. That is intentional. I wanted it to seem like the aliens were similar to termites, with the queen being the smartest one and all the others simply living to follow her orders. Also italics are thoughts unless specified otherwise. Mature for violence, language, and possible later chapters. Enjoy. Update: I added more to the chapter. The human was going to be male but I changed my mind(I was going to make the Predator female.). The human is FEMALE! Also I ran three spell checks on this chapter and only one word was misspelled. I added lines to try to distinguish P.O.V. switches better. (I find it annoying when I'm reading a story and randomly there is a P.O.V. switch tag.) Also note that when the Predator speaks words are misspelled(also intentional). I'm using the language all of the Aliens/Predators fanfictions use.
Queen sent us out. Queen needs food. Spawning happens soon; prey needed. Time to hunt, Prey is near.
"The Prey is escaping. It will make strong spawn. Get the Prey." We must obey. Get Prey; Please Queen. The Prey runs faster, panting. Prey tired; desperate. The Prey trips and falls. Growling we lunge forward. The Prey will make loud noise. Queen happy.
Gasping, I sprint trying to ditch this monstrosity. I can hear it run faster behind me, probably trying to kill me too. Not today buddy.
"You killed my friends you bastard. You won't be getting me too!" I push myself to use the last of my strength as extra speed. Glancing over my shoulder, I see that it is right behind me. Unfortunately, nature is against me for not only do I run through thorn bushes and briers, but I trip over a root and go sprawling to the ground. Oh no! Shit Shit Shit!
Horrified I turn over and slide back, along the ground, as the beast stalks closer. I take my gun from its holster and aim at the creature, hoping that this bullet might actually make a difference.
"I'm totally screwed. Damn it all to hell!" The creature suddenly lunges. I scream and close my eyes, squeezing the trigger at the same time. Adrenaline causes me to empty the clip on the bastard creature.
Switching to thermal view, I scan the area and see a slightly warm, large mass on the ground and a much warmer body crawling away. I stalk silently forward, noticing that the large mass is a dead Xenomorph. Intrigued, I turn and silently follow the other creature. Switching views again I notice that this is a female. Why is there an Ooman crawling on the ground? They're supposed to be bipedal.
Sorry it's so short. I got attacked by writer's block (and completely unrelated ideas for other stories or fan fictions). Please, Please, Please review and spew your various ideas on where this should go. I think I'm going to call the Predator "Quicksilver." What do you think?
