Revenge
By Timur
Disclaimer: The Predator franchise is the property of Twentieth Century Fox and is not being used for financial gain.
Author's Note: This story will make little sense unless you have watched Predator I, and especially Predator II, go rent them at your local video store today:-)
PrologueIt was cold, steel pressed against his body, others were holding him down on the table, his back ached. Large dark shapes were moving back and forth, they were talking, barely audible, but he knew they were discussing his fate. The unknown lingered all about him, more terrifying then the physical presence of his captors.
Like a fog parting, their tall forms moved with eerie purpose. It was then he knew his dealings had been discovered. Inside he knew what he had done had been wrong, but this punishment was too much, nothing could have done deserved this. "I will change, release me and I will change."
They ignored him, continuing without pause in their shadowed endeavor.
"Brethren, I will restore honor, I have learned from my shame!"
They continued their slow, solemn pace.
He roared in rage, struggling against his captors, his shouts bellowed across the curved walls of his prison, echoing back as if to insult him further. Two captors stood between he and his punishment. The perfection in that metal abomination was unquestionable, its strength beyond his own, and its disgrace beyond anything he could possibly deserve.
Then his captors stepped aside; fear gripped his chest as another advanced upon him, instrument in hand.
His flesh seared, as the flaming hot metal scoured his body.
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The endless pain did not leave, yet he stopped his screams only a few hours after the punishment had been completed. The mark was more than the metal, more than the burned flesh, it was deeper… further then any blade could dredge. Their mark had destroyed him.
Yet there was no rage in him for those who had Wielded the Blades. For there was a one who deserved his wrath more so than any one here, there was another that was responsible, one who had destroyed everything, one that would bear the suffering that was forced upon him. He did not know what would happen to him once his captors were finished, he didn't care. They could scour his body, but they would never stop him, they could never protect the one responsible.
No matter what they did, he would have his revenge.
