I do not own any part of the Predator Franchise the only thing I can claim is my character Mercy. Which I have to say will probably be one of the few times I outright name an O.C. at their introduction; not naming them right off the bat isn't intentional but it is the way it usually turns out for me. This character wasn't even supposed to be named, Mercy was going to be the name for a different character in another thing that I am working on. Also some of you may have noticed that this was posted a few days ago then taken down that was due to technical difficulties and now I am re-posting it.
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It started with the feeling of nothingness-as if the mind had forgotten about its body. Though that was understandable as at that moment the mind itself was slow, sluggish, and barely aware of itself. As the mind did the slow crawl to consciousness the nothingness turned to weightlessness. Like it was floating.
"Must have taken too much cough medication," came the dull though. Vague awareness and recollection returned: having a cold, leaving work early to go home, tea and medication, falling asleep on the couch during a Netflix marathon. The body was still silent though, hardly registering any sensation.
The first sense to come back was her hearing. Roaring. That was all she could hear-a roar so intense she thought her eardrums would burst. She could feel the pressure on her ears and struggled to understand; questioning why she could feel wind rushing over her face and through her hair. Opening her eyes- she would realize was a terrible mistake- managed to snap her body back to life; it could feel everything now. She didn't have her eyes open for long before screwing them back shut-unable to believe what she had seen. That and the wind made them sting and tear up.
Opening her eyes again, it confirmed what she didn't want to believe: She could see the ground and it was getting closer. She was falling from the sky and plummeting towards her own death. She was too shocked to scream. She wanted to scream, though, and panic. She wanted to flail and be out of this situation-one she had no idea how she got in in the first place. She wanted all this to be a dream and wake up still on her couch.
"Come on, Mercy, think of something to do! Do Something!" Except she didn't know what to do. Now that she could feel her body again she knew she was already spread eagle; which was about the only thing she knew to do when falling. It was the only thing she could do and she was already doing it. With a clear mind she understood two things: 1) She was falling 2) she was going to die.
"At least I'm going to get a good view," She thought morbidly. She looked down at the jungle spread out below her with detachment; she usually thought landscape Ariel views were beautiful. She would have appreciated it more but as the canopy of trees rushed to greet her it was hard to feeling anything but numb. She closed her eyes in acceptance.
Then the beeping started.
"Can't even die in peace," she mumbled inwardly. It was a shrill beeping and upon a quick investigation she found that it was coming from an until-then-unnoticed-harness. It came with an annoying, blinking red light. She couldn't understand why it was there or what its function was.
Now, though, she could see the details of the trees very clearly and the scream she couldn't muster before tore its way out of her throat. Her panicked screech was abruptly cut off, however, when the harness released its parachute; jerking her whole body and forcing the air out of her lungs. Her vision blurred with tears from the pain and then she was crashing through the trees. She slammed onto the ground and her world went dark once again.