Okay this my first fic ahhh total noobage > . Oh well I don't want any flame reviews, that is if you actually bother to read/ review this at all. Oh, and before I forget, the predator, alien, and predalien are copyright pf 20th Century Foxand there's supposed to be thatTM thingy but I don't now how to do it.Now sit back, relax, and read.

Yakjar: The Predator Chronicle

Chapter 1

Yakjar the hunter loped his way through the halls of the ancient stone building. This place was sacred, and was meant only for the finest of hunters. He was indeed lucky to be selected for a solo hunt, but he was also a little hesitant as he often dwelled upon the fact that he might not make it out alive. He quickly brushed this aside with thoughts of grandeur at the time of his victorious return. He then gazed up at the carvings upon the wall; they depicted great power struggles between Aliens and Predators. Yakjar often wondered to himself who made them, for the carvings were nothing like predator drawings, they were too articulated and detailed for the thick hands of a predator.

Then he heard it, the sibilant hiss of an Alien. Yakjar switched his visor setting from normal to electromagnetic vision, the perfect setting for taking down aliens. He was at a corner hallway, so as the alien came closer to bend, he thought back to his old days when he was in hunting school. His teacher and mentor, Rukten was lecturing about ambushes and pre-emptive attacks, "Renzen", Rukten barked, "What is the best method to use for a sneak attack?" "Uuuhhhhh, rush in and yell while stabbing it in order to catch it off guard?" stammered Renzen. "No, Yakjar how about you, do you know the answer?" Rukten said. Yakjar Recited from his book of hunters, "You lie in wait, silently and patiently, and when the time is right, attack with deadly precision and accuracy." "Very good," Rukten Replied. Renzen spat on the back of Yakjar's helmet then whispered, "Teacher's pet, you got lucky slave lover..."

Then Yakjar jerked back to reality as he realized the urgency of his situation. He readied himself for the kill. As the alien turned the corner he pounced, biting his wrist blades into the back of its head. Then, while ripping his blades along its head, he roared, reveling in his victory. After he pulled his blades out of its head, the alien fell over in death. Then he bent over and cut off the dead alien's right hand, the symbol of his kill. As he turned to continue down the corridor, he heard yet another telltale hiss; this one right above him…

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