Hello! This is my first fanfic so please, go easy on me. This story is a crossover between AvP and Left4Dead/2 and i will not change it. Don't like? Don't read. Simple. Rated M for language, violence, and possible Yautja/OC reations.
I do not own Predators/Yautja, Xenomorphs, or Left4Dead/2 characters, only the plot and OC. Enjoy! :D
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I welcome you to my current world in the year 2130. Infected roaming around, Xenomorphs screeching, Yautja hunting, me running, hiding, and killing to survive. Such a lovely place to live in. It has been 3 years since the second Green Flu outbreak, 2 years when the Xenomorphs escaped Weyland-Yutani clutches, populated the Earth and evolved, and 1 year since the Yautja came to exterminate them (or hunt, either or works)...probably humans as well, but there aren't many left so HA! As a thief, I collect priceless, valuable, confidential items. Recently, I have found out how the second outbreak came to be, but that's another story for another day. As always, these little Xenomorph bitches always find a way to escape their captors, so there's no need to elaborate on that. The only ones who have evolved were the ones experimented on and they started out human I can tell you that much. Whoopee. No more facehuggers from them, but eggs are still laid, soooooo that's a bit weird. I wanted to stay, but I didn't want to risk the possibility of me becoming food, so I left their protective circle and set out on a new adventure, curious as to what I would find next. I came upon the rundown CEDA camp the individuals came from where I found the files, which brings to where I am now, huddled under a desk.
"Prince Centanu," growled out a Yautja. His dark form towers over a slightly smaller hunter, gold and silver beaded tresses falling past his shoulders, all with different symbols. The younger Yautja clicks his mandibles, acknowledging his presence and grunts in question. "There is an ooman in this room, hiding. I can smell its h'dlak, although faint."
"Sei'i," the young Prince replied as he looks around.
Now our little thief thought she was very well hidden under the cold metal desk knowing of the Yautja's thermal vision. She even made her suit to hide in most of her heat, her tail curling around the hands and feet, and a mask to cover most of her face. She didn't count on them being able to scent in pheromones.
"It seems its heart beat is accelerating, " continues Prince Centanu. "It understands us...how?" He steps closer to the office desk, arm reaching out to move the metal object, but before he could another Yautja warrior barges in.
"My Prince, the kiande amedha have gotten inside the building, low on numbers, but strong ones."
Centanu doesn't turn around, but growls out his displeasure, tusks clicking in thought. He glances at the older Yautja. "Av'vrik...go hunt with them. I will take care of the pyode amedha."
Our thief, however, has heard enough and decided she will have to make a risky move. Her cloaking device is just in its prototype stage, but the need to survive rules out any other plan of escape. She is fast, but not fast enough to elude three Blooded Yautja, one whom is a prince. Even if she did manage to escape their clutches, she'd risk running into a few Xenomorphs. Her suit may be acid proof, but only for a few minutes and any more ounces of acid will eat away at her injured limb – killing a Xenomorph in this situation is suicide as the Yautja will surely look for her – and she has no water to wash off any remaining acid.
She turns on her night vision lenses and activates the cloaking device...just as he office desk was thrown off. She moves quickly to the door, hoping the device was well modified to cancel out the obvious, yet minimal, shimmer of movement.
Prince Centanu was dumbfounded. He was quite sure, like the seasoned hunter he is that there was an ooman under the desk. He heard it. He smelt it. He saw the minimized heat it was giving off from under the bottom of the desk – recognizing the small rounded object as the dekna of an ooman. And yet...there was nothing. Just the imprint of concentrated heat – the only proof it was there. He trills in amusement. He found himself an ooman worthy of becoming a trophy, right when he was believing all hunting of oomans was useless. He let it go for this one time, hoping he will run into the intriguing ooman again. He activates his cloaking device, ready to help his people, when he sees a soft glint on the floor. A piece of ooman jewelry, all metal. Picking it up, he notices he engravement of a lion on the darkened side and as he turns it around he spots lettering. A name. He was quite glad he was taught how to read ooman languages.
"This must belong to the ooman," thought Centanu. "Leona...ooman names sure are weird." He wraps the necklace around his. A small little trophy. Surveying the room once more, he nods curtly in check an leaves.
The little thief, however, watches him leaving with her dog tag, her only identity of who she was in the past. Growling silently, she decided to leave the CEDA Laboratory before her camoflauge decided to break down. Her radar has already pointed out three Xenomorphs within caution range and looks for the vent she used to get inside. Before she can take a step forward, she hears a rapid scuttling.
"Fuck," she curses mentally, "There's a fucking facehugger." She draws out her dagger and scans he area. Straight ahead and getting ready to jump. She raises her dagger, metal glinting in the sunlight...and throws...just as the critter does. The dagger embeds itself within its tiny body and pinning it to the wall. The facehugger wriggles and screeches for a few seconds, acid sizzling around the dagger, before going limp. There was no time to get the dagger as the two species of aliens must have heard it. She spots the vent and dives into it, her footsteps ever so silently. Thank you technology.
She reaches the surface, but she knows she must stay silent. Yautja and Xenomorphs are not the only dangerous predators.
Just a I reached the surface, my cloaking device stopped. A total of just 5 minutes, perfect. Now I know what to fix since the cloak works perfectly. My left ear twitches as the sound of bushes rustling reaches my ears. I quietly look over and switch to thief vision. A Hunter. Great, just my luck. Those pouncing freaks have caused more damage and harm than any other predator. Quietly, but quickly, I scale a nearby tree, my suit immediately changing pelt color to that of a bobcat – the perfect feline pelt within the dense forest. I draw out my bow and arrow, getting ready to strike it down, when I see it pounce on something larger. A female Yautja. A huntress. How did I not notice her!? I contemplate leaving it to fend for herself, taking the chance to escape unscathed, until I notice the hunter gaining the upper hand. If I leave her die it will be her blood on my hands. Goddammit. How shameful will it be that she die at the hands of a practically DEAD HUMAN.
With my bow and arrow at the ready, aiming carefully, I let the metal arrow fly and spear the hunter's head. It falls off to the side and the Yautja Huntress quickly stands up, gashes littering her abdomen, and glances between the dead hunter and to my position. I stay still, hoping she doesn't try to kill me. Thankfully she doesn't as she turns back towards the hunter, grabs my arrow and stalks off. Great, as if losing one of my daggers wasn't enough.
I have no time, however, as the sun is starting to set. I can hunt well at night, but near the Xenomorph infested area means I could become one of them in just a few hours. I rather not take the chance.
Halfway to my dwelling, my little abode, my lenses switch to night vision automatically. I abruptly stop. Danger. Technology really is a life saver. About 15 feet ahead of me a Yautja is crouched, watching my cabin. There goes my shower. Upon closer inspection, I notice that it he has golden beads woven in his dreds and armor fit for royalty. My guess? Probably the 'Prince'...the one who took my dog tag. I could risk assuming that he is a spoiled brat and I could easily knock him out, but I could very well be wrong in that assumption. He's alone, body posture is in stealth mode and has a great sense of smell. He knows this is where I have made residence, and the trophy necklace he has around his own is by no means a fake. Either I risk entering my cabin from the opposite side or take the element of surprise while I have it and knock him out. Sadly, knocking out a Yautja is as possible as time traveling. Bath house door it is.
I retreat a few feet and start to make my way around, but even a seasoned thief makes mistakes, because as soon as I jump towards the next branch, everything goes pitch black.
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I think that went well for our little thief, don't you think? It's not everyday she is targeted by our dear friends, the Yautja. It's a bit short, but this is the first chapter and I underdtand if you don't like it or are entertained by it. I will not br discouraged by hateful comments as I will continue uploading when I can.
Until next time! Baii~!
:3LP