BraK3R's A/N: Hey guys, this fanfic is a reboot of DelVarO's original one which he never finished. I personally contacted him for permission to relaunch and finish this fanfic, so now I'll be in control of the story. Just wanted to say thanks to him for this awesome story! You can search him up on FF if you want to read his other work, or his original Helljumpers fic. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I do :). Please note, I am currently re-editing the first ten chapters that DelVarO himself wrote and some things may deviate a little bit from the original. I was thorough when I went through this entire chapter so grammatically everything should be in order. It'll take me a while to finish editing the rest of these chapters as I have school and such, but I promise that I should be able to move onto Chapter 11 after i've finally finished up the first 10 chapters by the end of this week. Enjoy! And please review!

DelVarO's A/N: Hello there, this is my new fic! hope you will enjoy it, leave a review and have fun reading it! :) Also i would like to add a note: This fic does not have much to do with the AvP movie, its more connected to the books. Disclaimer: I do not own the Halo or AvP franchises. All rights go to their respective owners. This a non-profit work of fiction

Chapter one – Three Weeks Of Hell
1940 Hours, February 28, 2563 (MILITARY CALENDAR) / Planet Venatio/ Jungle

Kyle jumped through another bush. He zigzagged through the trees and plants, not allowing himself to be an easy target. He knew that one of those… things was following him. Fuck, how the hell did I allow myself to lose them? He kept looking to the sides, hoping that he would spot someone from his team. He heard a roar above his labored breaths, coming from the thing, followed by another, one that he had never heard before.

As if on cue, the bushes in front of Kyle moved and he stopped in his tracks, his MA5B Assault Rifle raised. He was an ODST; he had to keep himself calm, in any situation. Kyle held his breath, expecting to die any moment but the attack never came. He was sick of the anticipation and pulled the trigger anyways. Bullets sprayed from the weapon, ripping bushes apart and pelting holes in the trees, but nothing reacted. His reflexes kicked in and not a moment too late. Kyle leapt forward just in time, as a metallic spear missed him by a mere inch, and flew through a tree which eventually stopped at the ground, almost buried to its half.

Kyle landed in a roll, and quickly came out of it, his assault rifle aimed at the direction the spear came from. He released another hail of bullets but yet again there was no indication that he'd managed to hit his pursuer. He didn't waste time though, and jumped to his feet before sprinting away, taking care to place as much distance and obstacles between himself and the creature. He managed to cast a quick glance behind him and as he did, his heart sank.

The spear was gone.

He gritted his teeth and mustered all the strength he had before he put on a burst of speed. He kept running, jumping over bushes and fallen logs, and crashing through branches and foliage.

He looked at the trees around him and started to feel worried. All the trees and everything else around him was looking exactly the same, making him feel as if he was already lost. He looked at his HUD, the small NAV marker was still there and he was going in the right direction. Something exploded only a couple of feet from him, sending waves of heat and causing him to release a cry of surprise. His HUD was distorted by the EMP of the projectile. He quickly ran to the side and in the corner of his eye he saw another blue bolt of energy flying at him.

This one hit the tree in front of him, but this time the bolt exploded, sending out a small shockwave. Kyle passed right through the shockwave, his HUD blackened and he lost his footing without vision. He stumbled down and felt himself hit something hard, probably a tree. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' he screamed in his mind. 'Get up Kyle; don't let that fucker catch you!'

The HUD turned back on and Kyle subdued his urge to scream in joy. He quickly got up to his feet; it was indeed a tree that stopped him. He looked to the place where the bolts came from. He narrowed his eyes and saw something standing there: a shimmering in the air, probably higher than two meters. He felt that it was looking directly at him and that feel didn't make him feel better. Instead of waiting to see what would happen, and he knew exactly what, he sprinted away. This wasn't their battlefield. To fight here against those creatures was practically impossible. This was their jungle, and for him and his team, they were the intruders. He had to get to open ground; maybe there he could even the odds. His ears caught a loud sound, similar to a gunshot but he knew what it was and he saw it in action. He jumped behind a fallen tree and a moment later, three two-foot long spikes were embedded into the wood. He took out his rifle and released another burst-fire but a second later the rifle clicked empty. He cursed under his breath and loaded a fresh clip. He heard two more shots coming from the alien weapon and a second later his cover shook and splinters flew into the air. Kyle didn't want to wait until his cover was destroyed, so he quickly stood up and ran.

The creature shot another round but Kyle was already far from the projectile. He ran as fast as he could, getting as far away as possible from his pursuer, sometimes sending glances, trying to spot the shimmering air again. He was looking to see the shimmering air and because of that, he didn't see the new pursuer joining the fray. The only warning he received was a sharp pain in his side as his feet left the ground. He collided into a tree and his breath was blasted away from his lungs. He suspected that there were a couple of broken ribs from the initial hit and he tasted copper in his mouth. Raising his gaze, he saw what had attacked him. It was black as night, with a banana shaped head and rows of razor sharp teeth. Small tubes grew from its back, like pipes leading straight to hell; it's two hands were claws and two legs with knife-like talons and a long tail ending in a long, slightly curved, dagger-like spike. But what gave it a more menacing look was the lack of eyes. You never knew if one of them could be looking right at you, and Kyle didn't know if it had other means to see. To Kyle it looked like a breed between a bug and a lizard. The bug "looked" at him, releasing a menacing hiss as long rows of saliva dripped from its mouth.

Kyle knew how fast those beasts were and he didn't waste any time. He raised his weapon and pulled the trigger. The bug moved fast and it charged Kyle but the bullets stopped it in it's place. Armor piercing bullets pelted the bug, creating giant holes in its exoskeleton and tearing off one of its limbs. The bug toppled to the ground with a squeal and continued to move for a few moments, its blood and intestines spilling to the ground, starting to hiss and releasing smoke as it touched the ground and melted it. That was another reason to keep those things at a large distance; instead of regular blood, they bled acid. Kyle stood up with a groan but before he could start running he heard another hiss. His heart sank down even deeper into his chest. He slowly turned his head and saw another bug, a few feet away from him. Kyle knew that he didn't have much of a chance of turning around in time, but he had to try. I'm not going to die here, you son of a bitch. He turned around, his rifle already raised and ready but the bug jumped at him with a squeal. Before he could pull the trigger, before he could do anything, a large blue bolt intercepted the bug mid-air, sending it flying away. Kyle stopped and didn't dare to move. He slowly moved his head to the direction where the plasma bolt came from and he saw what he expected: The shimmering air.

Kyle noticed something move on his chest and he looked down. Fear crept into him, fear for his life. He saw three red dots, formed in a triangle moving on his chest and eventually came to a stop, aimed at his heart. Kyle decided he wouldn't stay and allow the hunter to finish him there. He broke into a run, wincing in pain with each step, and realized that he had at least one broken rib. He kept running though, ignoring the pain and trying to get himself as far away as he could. He knew the hunter still had him in his sights and eventually he heard him shoot. Kyle glanced behind him, seeing the large plasma bolt flying towards him. He waited a second and then changed direction.

A small smile appeared on his face in triumph, but as he turned and looked back, the smile faded faster than it had appeared.

The plasma bolt had turned after him. He couldn't evade this one; he wouldn't manage to overrun it either. He turned to face the attack and raised his left arm, activating a wrist shield. A large energy shield appeared on his left hand, covering nearly all of his torso and waist. Kyle placed his hand in the path of the projectile, and hoped that it would protect him. The wrist shield was human manufactured, and it was much more powerful than the old covenant variant. The plasma bolt impacted with his shield and as a result he lost feeling in his left arm. The bolt had exploded on impact with the shield and most of the kinetic energy from the explosion had been absorbed by the shield. However, Kyle was still thrown from the impact while his shield dissipated. He flew a dozen feet and landed hard on barren ground. He groaned and tried to get up but he couldn't; feeling as if his left arm had been stabbed with a thousand tiny knives. He looked at it and noticed the wrist shield. The grey gauntlet-like object was slightly burned and a thin line of smoke rose from it. He coughed and tried to get up again but he couldn't. He wondered if he'd broken anymore bones when the bolt had struck him, but all lines of thought were interrupted as he heard heavy footsteps approaching. He raised his head a little and saw what approached him. It was the shimmering air, two and a half meters tall. He'd seen cloaking systems before and knew that in the jungle it was even harder to spot them.

A clicking sound, resembling a growl, came from the cloaked creature and a small red light shone from its head, three red dots appearing again on Kyle. Kyle looked around himself, trying to see where his weapon was until he spotted it, 5 feet away from his reach. It must have been thrown from Kyle when he'd been sent flying by the plasma bolt. He didn't even try to reach for it, knowing that he would never get to it in time. The three dots finally came to a stop at Kyle's head. Kyle looked at the creature and finally accepted death.

But before the creature could finish him off, a scream interrupted him. A man in marine combat armor jumped from the nearest bush, an M90 shotgun armed in his hands.

Cha'kun'da cursed under his breath when his spear missed his pray. Until now he was partially impressed, but also disappointed. This Ooman was a worthy pray but it did not meet his expectations. From when he was a suckling, he had been told that Oomans were dangerous and should be taken seriously, but this one simply ran away from him and didn't fight back. Almost didn't fight back, he corrected himself when the Ooman released a hail of projectiles from his Burner. Cha'kun'da had simply leapt to another branch to avoid the projectiles. The Ooman hadn't seen the movement, and so it had kept shooting at his last position for a few more seconds before it had continued running. The warrior jumped down and picked up his spear. The spear folded inside itself, becoming much smaller and compact.

Cha'kun'da holstered his spear and activated his Burner, a small shoulder cannon, resembling the one the Ooman had. The hunter jumped up to a branch above him and leaped to the next one, all the time following his prey with his eyes. He reached to a convenient spot and aimed his burner. The Ooman was fast, but not fast enough to escape. He reminded himself that his other 'eyes' could not see him. Cha'kun'da had hunted Oomans before, but those who had come here recently were different, they did not produce heat. His other 'eyes' could still see him but it would be best if he did not allow the Ooman to get too far. His mandibles moved to form the Yautja smile as he thought about the other Oomans. His skull would be a great addition to his trophy wall and he wanted to catch the other Oomans as well. The Oomans had entered a hive of the hard meat, and gotten out alive, no small feat. Even the bravest Yautja would think twice before entering into a hive, and even fewer would get out of there unscathed. Their skulls would be a worthy trophy indeed.

This hunt would bring him an abundance of glory and his tale would be sung for centuries. The females… He planned to sire more than a hundred sucklings, to spread his bloodline and to create dozens of warriors like him. Females liked great warriors, and he was going to be the greatest of them all. He had been blooded only a few years ago but he'd accomplished many things since and he was honored by many. The next thing he wanted was to become Leader, and for that he needed to hunt more. He stopped his daydreaming immediately. In order to accomplish any of the things he wanted, he would have to catch this Ooman first, before the others could escape.

He fired his burner. The bolt of energy flew toward the Ooman but it missed him. He fired again, this time the bolt struck the tree right in front of the Ooman, who ran a few feet and then stumbled and fell down. Cha'kun'da looked at the Ooman and chuckled. He suspected –No, hoped- that the Ooman was still alive, and soon enough the small warrior rose to his feet and looked directly at him, before running once again. The hunter looked at his burner, eight shots left. There were still more than enough Oomans on the planet, and he needed to save every resource he had.

He deactivated his burner and drew his spear rifle. He jumped to the next branch and quickly aimed at his prey. Cha'kun'da pulled the trigger and the rifle shot three spikes. The Ooman though, heard the shot and jumped behind a fallen tree. Cha'kun'da cursed himself; the Ooman began to earn his respect. He saw the small warrior's burner come out from behind the cover and shoot. He chuckled; none of the bullets were even close to hitting him.

He aimed at the Ooman's hand and released two shots, this time single spikes, but the Ooman returned his hand behind cover before the spikes could pierce it. Cha'kun'da growled in frustration, this small warrior began to annoy him. If he hadn't moved his hand, the spikes would've impaled his hand to the tree, leaving him an easy target. The hunter released another shot but the Ooman easily avoided it as he left his cover.

Slinging his weapon over his shoulder, Cha'kun'da quickly followed. Cha'kun'da jumped from branch to branch, staying in the high ground where it was easier to follow his prey, but the hunter noticed something else that was following his prey: Hard meat, and two of them. The hard meat stalked the Ooman, who didn't notice it. When it was close enough, it pounced and tackled the Ooman at its side. Cha'kun'da knew that such an attack could be deadly; he'd seen many Yautja fall down from such a strike and a few even died from it. This was his prey, his trophy. He would not allow a simple drone to take away what was his. The small Ooman warrior dispatched the first one with his burner, but it did not see the second one, who approached from behind. Cha'kun'da activated his Plasma Caster, and a small burner came out of his shoulder, locking onto the hard meat. The hunter opened fire just as the hard meat leaped. The plasma bolt zipped through the air and smashed into the hard meat's torso. The bug's middle section exploded and it fell to the ground in acrid smoke. He aimed now at the dazed Ooman and charged the shot. An uncharged shot could kill an Ooman in a single shot but a charged one would end it quickly; this Ooman deserved it. It was a good hunt but Cha'kun'da was tired from the small warrior and he had many others to hunt.

The Ooman stood there for a moment as if it understood what was going to happen. The shot was now fully charged and he released it. The bolt flew towards him but the Ooman suddenly broke into a run. He changed his direction and shifted to the right, an understandable and expected maneuver, thought Cha'kun'da. The Ooman stopped in his tracks when he saw that the bolt had followed him. He was going to meet his death honorably without running away from it the hunter thought, but then something unexpected happened. A shield of energy appeared on the Oomans left hand and he presented it to the bolt. The plasma impacted into the shield with a small explosion. The shield failed and the Ooman was sent flying from the blast. Chan'kun'da narrowed his eyes, the ancients were right, Oomans were more than they appeared to be and also full of surprises. He leapt to the next branch and from there he saw the small warrior, who was still moving.

If not for the mask he wore, Cha'kun'da would've spat on the ground, but still, the hunt was over. He jumped to the ground and approached the Ooman. He was trying to get up but he couldn't. Cha'kun'da would finish this quickly. He aimed his plasma caster at the small warrior's head. "It is over." Cha'kun'da said to the Ooman, though he doubted he could understand him. He was about to shoot but before he did, another Ooman holding a burner jumped through the bushes behind him, screaming something Cha'kun'da couldn't understand, and fired the burner. The most intense pain that Cha'kun'da had ever felt coursed through his stomach. He screamed in pain and then another one of the burner's projectiles hit him and then another one. Cha'kun'da grasped at his wounds without looking at them, and when he raised his hand he saw that it was full of pale green blood, his own blood. He took some steps back and felt himself lose his footing. He managed to look at his body before he fell down: three gaping holes full of blood, two in his stomach and one in his chest. He cursed himself for being caught like this, by a cursed Ooman. He felt his consciousness leaving him but he tried to hold onto it for as long as he could.

Three people moved through the bushes and trees. Damian followed Ramirez and Akira to the place where the gunfire came from. They had somehow managed to lose Kyle and now they had to find him. He shouldered his BR55 and prepared to fight for his life. The last explosion had been really close and he didn't want to be fighting before he needed to. C'mon Kyle, Where the fuck are you? Ramirez, the marine, took the front and Damian and Akira took the rear and covered the flanks. "Wait… I heard something." Ramirez suddenly said. Everyone stopped, listening closely. And then Damian heard it: Heavy footsteps. Kyle was close, and that meant so was the hunter. Ramirez raised his M90 shotgun and slowly walked toward the sound, followed closely by Damian and Akira. The three of them tried to be as silent as possible but it was impossible, breaking twigs and crunching on leaves was noisy as hell. Damian just hoped that the hunter didn't have good hearing. They continued to move that way for few more minutes but then, without any warning, Ramirez broke into a run.

Damian and Akira ran after him. "Come get me you ugly son of a bitch!" Ramirez screamed at the top of his lungs as he opened fire. Damian ran through a bush and the whole scene opened up to him. Kyle was lying on the floor, apparently alive and in front of him was a shimmering air, which Ramirez was firing at. He watched in amazement as gaping holes appeared at the shimmering air and pale-green colored blood flowed down from them. The cloaked creature screamed, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground clutching it's wounds. Damian ran to Kyle. "Are you okay?" he asked him. "Where the fuck were you guys… I've been looking for you assholes for ages and that fucker over there chased me down…" he said and coughed.

"Can you move?" Damian asked. He inspected Kyle. His left hand was slightly burned and the wrist shield was totally roasted. "I can't get up and I think my left hand is gone… can't feel It." he answered and tried to get up.

Damian helped him to stand up and he steadied Kyle, who was obviously dazed and his left hand was limply hanging on his side. He looked at the hunter. Ramirez was standing near it, his weapon still aimed at the alien, as if he expected it to get up any moment. Akira helped him steady Kyle. "Feet first into hell eh?" Damian said to Kyle. "Asshole." He muttered back.

Damian recounted the hellish last three weeks. Those bugs and the fucking predator aliens, each one of which wanted him and his squad dead. When he thought about it though, everyone here wanted everyone else dead. Kyle was right, this was hell.

How the fuck did they end up in the middle of this?