Disclaimer: 20th Century Fox (Not me) owns all rights to Predator, Predator 2, and Alien Vs. Predator. But the Characters in this story are mostly mine. I also do not own any of the referenced video game characters in here. Those belong to assorted video game companies.

There I was in that familiar state of mind. This was the moment that would decide my fate. I have nothing to lose except a mediocre life and a dead end job. Oh, but what could be gained if I succeeded. It was beyond anything I could, or had the time to, immediately imagine.

Charging blindly into the dense fog that covered this treacherous landscape, I saw too late the tangle of branches that were awaiting me. Stuck. I can't, no, I wont be stopped here by a few branches, no, no, no. I took hold of the sleeve that had become entangled and wrenched it free only to tumble down a rocky cliff. I caught myself by wildly flailing my arms around and grabbed for anything I could use to anchor myself to stop my fall. I held on to the root I managed to grasp for dear life. Well, for my mediocre life.

I sighed in relief and when I heard a tearing noise I realized my sense of comfort had been premature. The root gave way and so let me loose to plunge to my death.

I watched as the rocks rose up to crush me. Just before the impact I heard a strange beep in my left ear and in my view huge red letters against a black background flashed stating.

-game over-

I reached up to me head to remove my visor.

"Son of a bitch."

My friends looked at me amused. Obviously they hadn't lasted very long in the game, for it seemed like they had been waiting for a long time. As I took off the sensor gloves and my other equipment, that included a heart monitor and brainwave scanner, my friend Brody spoke up.

"So what happened?"

"I fell off a cliff."

He and Jack laughed at me.

"Hah hah, shut up. I lasted longer than you did."

He waved my comment away and we started to discuss the events that had unfolded for each of us in my new virtual reality game. Jack had made his way into the abandoned town, where we had split up in the beginning of the game, and after uncovering a lot of important information was shot in the head by the crazy hobo. Brody had met his fate after interrupting a strange sexual episode that one of the weird mannequin monsters was having with a "bucket-head" monster. Brody shuddered as he remembered it.

"It was horrible, the shrieking and moaning. It was almost like the holidays at my parent's house. Yuck."

I laughed. We went outside to have ourselves a little smoke. I wasn't permitted to smoke in my domicile. My landlady would rip my eyes out of my skull and use them as olives in one of her hourly martinis. That would be if she was in a good mood. I scaled the tree that was just outside my door and leaned against the trunk then stretched my legs out. I lit my cigarette and took a nice big drag. Brody was having issues with his lighter so I threw mine at his head. It bounced off his forehead and landed in his hand.

"Thanks."

I nodded and stared across the street at nothing in particular. This town holds no interest for me and never really has. I moved here for a quiet life away from the hustle and bustle of the most western part of the western coast. I didn't plan on making friends, but living in the same small apartment complex as two really funny guys that I got along with right away made that damn close to impossible. I didn't regret becoming friends with them. They find my morbid sense of everything fascinating and my sense of humor to be a good quality. I liked to sometimes pretend we weren't just bound to each other of sheer boredom and that it was something more than that. When you got down to the facts though, it seemed the main reason for us being friends.

My attention was drawn away from the leaf that currently held my gaze and out of my thoughts when I thought I heard a pained scream off in the distance somewhere. I looked at Brody and Jack to see if there was any sign that they had heard it too. Damn my over sensitive hearing. That wasn't the only thing weird about me. I can see in the dark, not just the normal being able to adjust to darkness and make my way around obstacles, but if I wished I could pull out a book and read it if I wished.

All my senses are incredibly fine tuned and I have yet to figure out why. I don't usually tell people about my senses being that they would either think I was lying or think that I'm a threat to them because they wouldn't understand. Either way would bring dramatics into my life and I strive to avoid those. My senses aren't the only thing that's off about me. I don't remember ever getting a broken bone in my life. I've had many incidents where a broken bone would have seemed inevitable, but I got out of it with only a few minor scratches that were quick to heal. My mother has never told me why I am this way, I'm dubious if she even knows. She was never the smartest person I knew.

I never get sick, I never have any health problems. Even from 8 long years of smoking my lungs are just as pink and healthy as they could be. I eat as much junk food as I want and I rarely exercise, but my figure makes many women envious. I can run for hours on end without feeling short of breath or in the least bit tired. Another thing is my strength. I have never lifted a weight in my 19 years of being on this earth, but I'm stronger than Jack and Brody combined. I have never let anyone know these things about me because, like I said before, dramatics. Also I have the strange feeling that my abilities have something to do with a very serious thing. Scientists would want to study me, they would cut me open put me back together and do it all over again to see what was so different about me.

I shudder at the thought of that. I've never been a big fan of being cut apart, though never actually having experienced it, I don't believe it would be something I would enjoy.

I heard another scream, this one seemed closer. The hair on the back of my neck started to stand on end and I got that strange hot sensation that I get when I'm unnerved. I leapt out of the tree and went inside before I heard anything else. Brody and Jack followed suit shortly and we spread out about the kitchen to feast upon the junk food I had stashed everywhere in this small room.