I don't own Predator, and this is just a one shot… unless I get good reviews. This is my first fan-fic, so please, if you flame, make it not so harsh.
The hunter was hunting… very neat.
His heat vision showed some homie-pimp dudes making a deal with a soon-to-be victim of the cops, but that's a different story.
"Yo! Want some crack, homie?" asked one dealer dude. "Of course! Lay me sum of dat shit!" replied the person getting the deal. "We got quality crack, so it comes to fifty."
"Fifty? Yo, man, that's no good!"
"Tough shit!"
"Oh, that's it!" and the people got their guns out.
The hunter was impressed… Okay, he wasn't, but still, he liked where this was going. He got out the Predator equivalent of pop-corn and watched, munching happily. A shame that a little bit of crumbs fell in the alley and hit some of the Gangsta's heads.
"Yo, what the fuck!" was all it took to make Preddy realize he was screwed.
"Uh-oh!" said one dude as the surprised hunter fell down and landed in front of them.
The people stood, and the person who was getting sold the crack ran off. When the predator got to his feet, he knew he was screwed... until he took out his shoulder cannon and blew one away. The people opened fire.
The hunter took out his spear and sliced another in half, leaving one left. The last thing that dude saw were wrist-blades coming out of nowhere and flying towards him…
The dude on the run was arrested by cops as soon as he left. The cops looked in side the alley an hour later on patrol and saw two bodies skinned and hanging upside down and a body sliced in half.
The hunter had returned to his personal ship, tired and hungry. No way was he doing something as stupid as eating pop-corn while watching his prey again… but the skin he took would look nice on the female he was keeping an eye on back at the clan ship.
I hope you liked it!