So I decided to try my hand at writing a Predator fic. I've been reading them a lot lately and really liked this idea I came up with. Hope you guys enjoy the begining of this fic.

Chapter One

Today: Epic Failure

This had to be the undeniably and irrevocably absolute worst day of her life! Absolutely nothing had gone as it was supposed to. And to top the fucked up cake that was her life she had ended up in a freaking Sci-Fi kind of nightmare.

Flashback

Naturally the day had started off just fucking fantastically. Her alarm clock rung loudly in her ear, giving her quite a start that morning. She curled her legs up in her blue cotton bed sheets, already getting pumped for the big meeting at the office today. Today was going to be the day that she would finally show them what she was worth. Everything she had done for the past two and half years, all the slaving over her laptop, the long nights she had gone without sleep, the trips all over the world. Equaling to this one point.

Her eyes wondered to the window, directly across from her large bed. It was trimmed with dark curtains and she could see the rising sun. The beautiful reds, oranges, and pinks were stunning. That was the greatest thing about being an early riser. She got to see this beautiful sight everyday, without even leaving home.

She smiled back at the horizon's beautiful appearance and wished everyone could enjoy this simple joy like she did. That made her think about Lex. Alexa Woods had been the woman who had helped her learn to enjoy life more. Convinced her to go rock climbing. Convinced her to go rock climbing without a safety harness. Nearly got herself killed in the process but it had really opened her eyes.

Now the woman had gone into a bit of seclusion since her trip to Antarctica with Weyland Corporation. She refused to talk with anyone about what had happened in that pyramid. Instead, as soon as she could, she had gone to northern Canada. Even though Lex wanted to be left alone, that much she was sure of, she made sure to call her every morning.

So with that she grabbed her phone from the desk side.

"Hey Airn," said the lifeless voice on the other end.

"Morning Lex. How are you doing?"

"All right." Translated. Same as every other damn day you call and proceed to annoy the shit out of me when all I want to do is to be left alone.

The black woman Airn had once known, loved and admired was not this dark creature. This was someone who didn't care for life, people, or anything. Her voice was…void. Blank. It pained the other woman to hear nothing in the once life filled voice.

"Anything interesting happen—" she began to ask.

"I don't really want to talk today. Its kind of a bad day."

Airn glanced over at her little calendar on the bedside table and saw it clearly read October 10 in big bold letters. The day Lex had gone down with the team and they had all died. No wonder she didn't want to talk.

"Sorry Lex. I didn't realize the date. Bye."

The other end just went silent.

She headed for the showers, flipping the hot nozzle to get the water warmed. Turns out the water in her building she lived in had apparently kicked the perpetual bucket. So freezing ass cold shower.

In the middle of October.

In New York.

She stepped out of the shockingly cold shower, trying to find some warmth in her towel. Yeah, that was helping loads. She pulled out her blow dryer and plugged it in. Then her new—like just bought two weeks ago—blow dryer had found that damned bucket too. So her sopping wet hair had to be towel dried the best she could. That was quickly followed by wrapping it in a tie wrap bun. It was a very poor attempt at style that ware sure to only earns her a cold in this weather. Lovely.

Walking into her room she was thankful to discover her silk blouse hadn't fallen off the hanger. But her suit pants had a large wine stain on the right leg. She didn't even drink wine! The bitter nasty concoction that she didn't care for. But she had to put them on anyway because her other nice suit was at the dry cleaners.

Her mind was cursing whatever god, deity, or spirit that was being cruel to her. She just didn't need this kind of stress right now, thank you!

Her car started up perfectly, much to her surprise. When the heater did a sputter-sputter poor routine, however, she wasn't. Airn cursed her luck—or rather, lack thereof—as she ran back up the sixteen flights of stairs to her apartment. Apparently, the building had decided that today was the day to fix the crappy metal box in a tunnel.

As she ran down the stairs, newly clad in her black coat, she realized she needed to see if the people she was supposed to be meeting with were there yet. Groping around her side she glanced down at her purse-less side. There was a certain notable absence of black leather buddy there.

"Shit!" she said, cursing both herself and the eight flights of stairs that threatening loomed above her.

But she had to be quick. The people Airn was meeting with were not the kind of people that were to be kept waiting. They were very used to finding an over eager new person practically waiting to jump them as they walked in through the door, hard cold looks on their very bored faces, looking very dower in their commanding blacks, whites, grays, and occasionally—only when they wanted to walk on the wild side—blues.

Even she had to laugh at that thought. The pale pink blouse she was wearing would probably give them a heart attack. Hell be reckoned with if she tried to break their twisted monotony of business world.

Slipping into her car, wet hair pretty much frozen to her skull and jacket firmly keeping all traces of body heat within her meager skin, she roared onto the highway. It was there she had not one, not two, but three wonderful near misses of large cars that wanted to prove that their car was tougher than hers by driving her off the road. Thankfully none of them managed that feat though the last one, a fuel laden Semi, came pretty close of making her a cute little hood ornament.

"This is just not my fucking day!" she screamed, slamming down on her horn as the Semi driver flew her the finger. Which she happily returned times two.

So by the time she got to the office of Nakamura and Holster she was thirty minutes late for the most important meeting of her career. She grabbed her briefcase from the back seat after quickly parking in the lot. She hit button twelve, tempted to scream at the freaking elevator lumbered up the tunnel slow as it possibly could.

When the doors finally opened, creaking as damn slow as molasses. Running down the hall at breakneck speed, sending hellos to many startled looking coworkers, breaking a heel, she finally got to the office room. Bout damn time.

Airn pushed open the door, plastering a pleasant smile on her face; she was surprised to find the room empty. This could not be good. Not at all. This was bad. Worse than bad, this was going to be the end of her.

She found Sarah Yatomo picking up the loose papers strewn across the desk.

"Where is everyone?" She already knew the answer.

Sarah tried to put a sympathetic smile on her face. "They left. We didn't get the deal."

"Shit! Holster is going to have my ass for this." If that was all he took. She had been told many times during the week that this meeting was the make or break point. And she had just broke any chance at making a higher job into little tiny pulverized pieces.

The other woman nodded. "Yeah. He told me to tell you to head towards his office if you got here."

She had to cringe at that. This was not going to be pretty.

Airn walked back into the hallway after Sarah expressed her sympathies. Not that that would do her any good. Holster was going to make like his name and pull out a gun from somewhere and shoot the hell out of her. Swiss cheese was going to have fewer holes in a minute.

Knowing all this, Airn put her hand on the large oak doors that would lead to her doom. And heard loud voices coming through the wood.

"You need to calm down, Mr. Holster." That was Johnson, the kiss ass of the office, if she knew one. He was always there to make himself look better and everyone else like warmed over shit. He actually had quite a flair for it.

"Don't tell me what I need to do!" And that was a very angry, probably very red, Mr. Holster. She could just imagine him; spit spraying, blonde hair frazzled from running his hands through it too many times. Not a pretty sight.

"I'm sorry." Johnson was taking the perfect submissive tone. His ass kissing skills were unmatched.

"If she even so much as shows that pretty little face of hers she if fired!" Holster practically screamed.

She didn't wait to hear Johnson's agreeing with him. She turned around and just went back to her car. She was on auto pilot when she started up the ignition, pulled out of the parking spot and drove to the park. It was this that led her to walk, albeit stumbling from the broken heel she had, and flop very unceremoniously onto a bench.

Fired. Three years of slaving, sleepless nights, countless headaches and who knows how many hand cramps at this company, and she was fired. Missed one meeting and she was done for. No second thought. Holster had just let her go. Didn't he see anything in her that was worth over looking this little transgression?

Sure she had missed a meeting for an account that was like three billion dollars huge. An account that they had definitely needed if the company was even going to last through the end of the year much less for the rest of however long. And they had been warned countless times that the managers had warned them about missing would end in dire consequences.

That trail of thought was so not helping her feel better. If anything, she felt like she should go in there and tell them they had every right to fire her and make sure she never got another decent job again. The hell she was going to do that!

Airn glanced at her watch. Surprise hit her. It was already noon! How the hell had she managed to let that much time pass her unnoticed?

She headed back to her car and went to her favorite café. Definitely needed something to cheer her up right now. Coffee and a scone would be a wonderful thing right now.

She ordered her favorite coffee and snack she curled up on a large red chair she always sat in. It was big, squishy and comfy. It comforted her on a very basic level like nothing else could right now.

This was not how her life was supposed to go. She was supposed to be jumping around in joy for making her deal at a party in her honor. She had had everything planned out. There should have been no way for her to be in this situation. Curled up in a chair, brooding over the horrible life had turned.

Though she hadn't meant to, she stayed there until closing time. One of the guys had told her very nicely that she needed to leave. With a sigh she did.

There was a small park nearby, with a charming little entrance. If there was any place to soak in her sorrows she guess it might as well look nice. So she curled her coat around her and walked down the little paved path.

Little green trees lined the charming path and little wood benches were set at places in case the need should rise for a person to sit down. She didn't really want to put herself in anymore danger as is. Here she was walking in a part, at two in the morning, by herself.

A snapping behind her made Airn jump. She turned her head, eyes wondering over dark trees. There was a noticeable lack of moon tonight that wasn't really helping with the freaking out atmosphere. If anything it was in the scaring the shit out of her, more so.

She decided against calling out. She had had enough self-defense to know that was classified as STUPID 101. That was sooooooo not happening. Instead she gripped her purse tighter and hurried forward. She could see the exit of the park and a club that was across the street. That was where she was headed.

Too bad she would never make it. Not that she knew that.

A rustling in a bush to her left made her jump. Calm down, she told herself. There was no need to panic. It was probably just some stray little animal scurrying to its home. No need at all to panic.

Totally ignoring what her head was trying its hardest to tell her, Airn hurried towards the exit all the faster.

"What in the—?" she looked around as a slow whirling noise filled her ear. It sounded somewhat like a high-powered fan. It was coming from her left and coming fast. Turning fright filled eyes, she had a heart attack headed her way.

All right, so it was more of a decapitator spinning its way towards her. The disk was probably six or seven inches in diameter and coming at her at about a hundred miles per hour. She barely had enough time to call up her kung fu training and roll out of the way.

Coming out of the roll, Airn kicked her ruined pumps off with a flick of her toes. The discarded plastic would only slow her down. She took off in a mad dash for the exit, not at all keen of knowing who or what was trying to play ninja.

Metallic clinks alerted her someone was following her. A glance back had her tumbling over her own feet. She was sent tumbling over herself before hitting a tree. Rubbing her head she was in shock to see silver net heading her way.

She dodged the net, letting it wrap around the tree with a sickening slicing of the wood. Holy shit! That could have been her! That almost was her!

She profusely thanked her training with Yuan Wei for eight months as she headed like a bullet towards the exit. Too bad she didn't no she wouldn't make it. Another net, this one of a rope like material, caught her. yeyinde

End Flashback

So yeah, that was how she had ended up here, pinned against a tree by a net upside down no less, staring up at the biggest motherfucker of her life. This guy had to be seven foot tall with long black dreadlock like things coming out the back of its head with metal pieces clinking as it moved.

A large metal mask covered its face from her view but she could see an odd symbol burned into the forehead of it. The eyes were blacked out but she knew whatever it was behind that thing was staring only at her. The head streamed into a large muscular body that had absolutely no fat on it. She couldn't really see the color in the minimal light but she'd guess it was a greenish color. Armor crested its shoulders, chest, mid thighs and feet. It also had metal boots, bracers and metal loincloth. Anything else there was fishnet like something criss-crossing. There were also weapons littering its body.

She almost had a heart attack as another of the things, this one about eight to nine feet tall, walked up to the one, carting a large guy over its shoulder. The guy, obviously unconscious, was hardly tiny but the thing acted like he was nothing.

The creature that had caught her looked at its friend and started clicking behind its mask. She was pretty sure they were clicking about her. Which was not a good thing. Here she was in a prone position, no weapon, and who knows what eight-foot tall bastards deciding what to do with her. One word: Fuck.

The smaller came up, clicking at her. Oh yea, like she knew what it was trying to say? Didn't speak clicks you dumbass!

It looked down at her, head cocked to one side. Observing her maybe? He seemed curious about something. Then it reached its talon tipped fingers and pulled the two ends of the net together, preventing any escape she might have had. That sure as hell didn't stop her from kicking at the thing.

Her foot collided with its side as it tried to heft her up with the net. The thing made a grunt when she felt contact but it didn't drop her. A growling came from behind its mask as the grip tightened. That was so not good for her.

A small little can came in her view right before a little sprits of the shit inside effectively knocked her ass out.