Disclaimer: 20th Century Fox still owns Predator, not I. On a sidenote I know that if they don't hurry up and come out with another Predator movie I'm going to send them a rude letter complete with a sketch of my fist hitting my own face.

I also don't own the rights to any of the video games mentioned in this story.

A/N: Here we are, same story, new exciting plot! Wee.

I had been such a fool. He had done so much for me. He had accepted me for who and what I was. Well. . .maybe not really who I was. . .but no one on Earth would have understood the fact that I was not meant to walk among them. I belonged to a different species. Something no one has ever seen before. Some mutated abomination. He didn't reject me for that like they would have. Our falling out was because of my accursed personality. That was my downfall and the beginning of the end.

The end came so soon that there wasn't really a noticable beginning. The torture of knowing that something could have been more than it turned out to be is painful. Knowing that I destroyed what I believed in. I was the cause of the downfall. I fucked everything up. I can't even reach out to him. I can't tell him that I'm sorry, that I was wrong. I was afraid of what was happening to me. Animals will bite their masters if in a frenzy. I'm just a simple animal and I lashed out at the only friend I had left. Ya'uta. You were my reality, my world, my reason for fighting to survive.

I couldn't put my contemptible nature aside for one minute to just try and see things from his point of view. To try and understand why he was doing what he was doing. Of course I can grasp it now that it's too late. Now that all of it has been tossed into Oblivion. He loved me and didn't want to leave me to rot on that pathetic planet with those detestable humans.

He wanted something more for me. A real life. A life where I could learn to control my immense powers, to use my skills for something other than avoiding a broken bone from an accidental fall. I could have learned the ways of his kind. Could have become a hunter, a warrior. A real one, not just play one in Onimusha or Elder Scrolls.

He could have helped me.

I hate when I know it's too late for something. I hate when the moment has fleeted and we are only left with the possibilities of what something could have been. I feel like screaming as I fell deeper into the hell that is my mind. There was no need for outside interference. No need for punishment from anyone else. I would slowly tear myself apart. I would destroy every shred of myself from the inside until I was just a hollow shell. The curse of my mind is that it is a vast and treacherous place. I will be lost from the start and wander helplessly until the time that even my own mind rejected me.

An endless abyss filled with pain and horror that I've never known. That's the only thing that awaits me now.

Ya'uta. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't try for us. Ya'uta. . .

My eyes fluttered open and I felt the hot tears dripping down my cheeks as I reached out for something that wasn't there. I was taken aback. The last thing I remember was the robed menace leering over me. . .I was dying. . .I think. I sat up and looked around. The room wasn't empty. He's still in here.

"Why did you stop?"

"You wouldn't understand."

I decided to be wreckless and walked over to the corner.

"Why wouldn't I understand?"

"Creatures like you don't feel."

"My eyes are open now. I feel everything! All the agony of my mistakes is rending me!"

"Lies. You don't think you make mistakes."

"Every decision I made was a fucking mistake. Everything I said to him was wrong. All the pain I caused him was wrong!"

"Him?"

"Yes."

"Who is this you speak of?"

I put my hands to my face and took a breath between tears.

"The greatest creature I ever knew. The only person I ever loved. This so called 'traitor'. If you consider someone that follows their heart a traitor, then I suppose that's what he is. I hope he is never cursed with my presence again. He doesn't deserve such torment. He needs to be idolized."

"What is the name of this Yautja?"

"His name is Ya'uta."

I heard him take in a breath.

"Ya'uta. . ."

His voice was shaky. Was this a relative of my lost Ya'uta? Was he here because of the way I disgraced his brother?

"I know for a Yautja honor is like air, it's a necessity. He was the most honorable Yautja I ever met."

"Do you mean all these things you say or are you trying to convince me not to kill you?"

"I am telling you these things because they are the last feelings of a doomed soul. I wish for you to kill me. I want to suffer in the void of my own mind. I deserve nothing less than to be utterly ruined."

He slowly turned around and wrapped his hand around my neck. I didn't protest, nor did I flinch. He pulled back the hood of the robe and my breath caught in my throat, but not because he was restricting my airway. The trickle of tears became a flood as I reached my hand to his face.

I managed to squeak out one word.

"Ya'uta?"

I recognized those eyes. The calm in them. The rationality was still present. The kindness was gone. I knew that was my fault. His spirit was broken as well as his body. The scars from the wounds I had inflicted on him during our last meeting marred his face. He stared at me for a moment before a tear trickled down his cheek onto one of his mandibles. I couldn't get anymore words out. I was silenced by the pain I saw troubling his countenance. No words could brighten his eyes. I knew that.

He released his grip on my throat and turned away from me. I fell to my knees. The weight of my woe was too much even for the demon that I am. I collapsed to the floor completely. He left the room. He left me there to wallow in self loathing. It is only fair.

I watched as the ship departed the dock. Ya'uta and I didn't see each other after that night in that room. I wish he had killed me. I shouldn't be alive after the suffering I put him through. His love for me was more genuine than anything, I had ignored it and hurt him in the worst way.

Sponge Guy sat sentinal on my shoulder. When I averted my eyes from the ship he did the same.

"I don't know where we're going to end up Sponge Guy."

He chortled a little to let me know that he was with me no matter what. I walked into the city with no idea what was to become of us.