Alright, this is my first AVP fic but I'm a fan of the series and hope to have fun with it. The first part of this fic will mainly center around the Predator and his prey but the Aliens will show up later. There is a character that's related to a character from Predator, special mention to the one that can guess it and the villiage is named after something from Aliens, special mention if you can guess it as well. I'm also adding some special desert weapons to the Predator's arsenal, seeing as no movie has put him in this envirment before. Also please note I don't use cuss words,if that bothers you, sorry but I don't.Alright, enough monologing, onto the fic! Enjoy!

The War Zone

Iraq, Village of Sulaco, 2 pm;

A aircraft flew high above the terrain. It was a C-130 Hercules, a transport plane used by the US Army and was a very versatile craft. Onboard were a new group of soldiers, being brought in for action. Only a small group would be dropped off here as scouts, the rest of the force would be brought in later once the situation was fully understood. Five men would be dropped off, one commando leading the group and the rest soldiers, 2 of which had combat experience and 2 rookies. One of the rookies was Alex Conner, a 22 year old black haired former quarterback for his collage football team. He was young, strong, and confident. He looked out the window at the desert landscape below. "Well I'm finally here." he said. He looked at the man beside him, a 30 year old black haired man of Native American ancestry. "Hey, I'm Alex." he said. "I guess you'll be one of my squad mates."

The man looked at him and smiled. "Hello." he said, extending his hand. "My name is William Sole, but please call me Will."

"Hey I've heard your last name before."

Will gave a somewhat strange laugh. "Yes, my father was a US Special Forces officer." he said. "I never found out what happened to him, the military put him down as MIA after a mission in Central America in 1987."

"Yeah I heard about that, eight men went in to rescue some people but all went missing, except the leader."

"Yes, it was very strange, 300 city blocks were also found obliterated and the survivor was treated for radiation poisoning and escaped from a military hospital, he hasn't been seen sense."

The Commando in charge of the squad turned around and looked at them, he was 47 years old, his hair graying a bit but he still had a bodybuilders' figure. "I lost a friend in that." he said. "Good men and I'll tell you one thing, whatever did them in was something that couldn't be from theses parts."

"What do you mean?" asked Alex.

"What could take out 7 of the best trained soldiers we had?" asked the Commando. "I've heard the locals said it was some sort of demon." he said.

"A demon?" asked another squad mate, the other rookie, a 19 year old red haired man. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I wouldn't doubt it." said another, a black haired Latino woman in her 30s, she was a tough looking woman, one that wouldn't be easily intimidated. "I've heard the stories, the locals called it El Diablo que hace trofeos de los hombres"

"Which means?" asked Alex.

"The Demon who makes trophies of men." she said. "Anyway, I'm Tara."

"Glad to meet you." said Will.

"I guess I need to introduce myself as well. Commander Marcus but you can will me Sir or Boss."

"I'm Jacob." said the red haired rookie. "And are we there yet? I want to kick terrorist butt already."

"Kid, get one thing straight, this isn't some sort of game." said Marcus. "This is a war, we've lost too many hotshots over here already."

"Yes Sir." said Jacob, rolling his eyes.

"Well it looks like we're landing." said Tara. "You might just get your chance to shoot something today Hotshot."

Sulaco was a small village on the edge of the Arabian Desert, it had only a population of 150 but had became a target for terrorists as of late, due to it being small and isolated. The C-130 touched down and dropped off the soldiers, their weapons, and a tank before taking off. Alex grabbed a standard M16. "Alright, I guess this will do."

Jacob looked through the weapons and picked up a modified Minigun. "Cool, lets see how those terrorists like a taste of this."

Marcus took the gun from him and handed him a M16. "That's my gun, don't touch my gun."

Jacob groaned but didn't say anything. Tara took a M25 Sniper Rifle. "What's a matter Hotshot? Wanted a big gun?" she said, mockingly. "You'll have to earn it."

Will picked up Desert Eagle. He preferred a small but powerful gun to the larger ones. He started loading it but stopped, a chill going down his spine. He looked around, unnerved.

Alex looked at his squad mate. "What's wrong?"

Will snapped out of his trance and looked at Alex. "I don't know, I've got a feeling, like something watching us." he said.

Marcus looked to Will. "Everyone, scope out the area." he said. "Will, I knew your father, he had feelings like that and it saved his squad many times." he said, confident in Will's instincts.

They spread out and looked all over the village. Alex, Tara, Jacob, and Marcus met back up ten minutes later. "Well I found diddlysquat." said Jacob annoyed.

"And that's worse than finding something." said Tara.

"How do you get that?"

"Because, this village is completely deserted, no civilians, no terrorists, not even a dog or two."

Marcus nodded. "She's right, something is wrong."

Will came over. "I found something, but I don't think you're going to like it."

"What is it?" asked Alex, seeing Will was shaking somewhat.

Will lead them to an area not that far from the village, what they saw was enough to rattle even the ones who had seen men blown to bits by grenades. Human bodies, the skin torn from the muscles, the organs torn out and they were stretched out by their limbs to metal poles in the ground, pools of blood forming under them. "What in the world could've done this?" asked Tara, watching Jacob run behind a sand dune and throw up before looking back to the bodies. "Do you think the terrorists might of done it?"

"Could be a terror tactic." said Marcus.

Will looked at the bodies and then at a tall dune nearby. He felt something, he didn't know what but he felt something. "It would take an incredible act of strength to do this. And where are the killers?"

The soldiers didn't know it, but something was watching them, something from another world, a hunter from another world…

Alright, not the most exciting chapter but next one will be better. The reason for the bodies being stretched out and not hung is because there wouldn't be anything to hang them from where he killed them or in the area around it. Anyway, see you next chapter!