A/n: I've put different stories up on this site. Tekken, Tenchu, crossovers
of both games. But I like this series too. This is a story I started
writing on notebook paper out of boredness in 9th grade. A friend of mine
read it and said it was excellent and she isn't even a really big fan. I
never finished it on paper, so perhaps I will on here. I hope you all enjoy
it.
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ALIENS
v.s
PREDATOR:
Blood Moon
Chapter 1: The Beginning
The corridor was pitch black. Blacker than a moonless, starless night. And Colonel Michael J. Hawkins and 15 marines under his command were smack-dab in the damn middle of it. Their purpose: A rescue mission. Transmission signals from a U.S.M.C base had been cut off and all communications had failed. The headqaurters Hawkins worked at, was the closest to it so it was them who was supposed to seek out the problem. They had landed twenty-five minutes ago and found the place dark, with no signs of power anywhere. Hawkins(we'll call him Mike since thats what I called him on the paper version), split the squad up into three groups of five, although one held six, due to the addition of himself, and they took different routes in hopes of finishing the mission quicker. Their only source of light were lights on their helmets, which expanded four feet wide, and covered a distance of fifteen feet infront of them. They were all armed with the new, basic marine weapon, the Pulse Rifle. A fully automatic weapon capable of ripping a man open in a bloody shower if shot with it. Mike took two more steps and made a sharp turn around a left corner, sucking in a breath as he aimed his rifle. His spotlight picked nothing up. He looked to his men and gestured with a nod for them to follow. They quietly, stealth walked over to him as he made his way down the new corridor, his spotlight, after awhile, picking up a door. He slowly walked up and reached out with a gloved hand to try to handle. Unlocked. All men in the squad wore full body skinsuits, with protective boots and padding, and helmets that merely covered their heads, and goggles over their eyes.
Mike pushed the door open and scanned what he could see with his light. Nothing of worry. Just a few storage boxes. It looked like they were in the base's hangar. He stepped in, followed by his five groupies and slowly continued scanning. It seemed there was nothing in here either, until Mike's boot stepped in something that changed the surface of the floor and made his foot slide slightly, nearly causing him to fall to the ground. After he regained full balance he looked down to see what he had stepped in. He hoped his eyes were seeing things. But whether they were or not, he was horrified. Blood. Thick, red blood, in a huge puddle across the floor. He began tracing it's width and length along the floor until his spotlight washed over the ripped open, mangled body of a crew member. The man's overalls, stained in his blood, his eyes wide open in horror as if something terrifying had did this to him. Mike put the side of his hand over his mouth, feeling sick at the sight as he turned his head away.
"Horatio..." He spoke, looking to the side some. "Call the medic to the hangar and tell him we found one of the employees."
"Gotcha Colonel." Horatio, a young man of hispanic origin nodded and clicked the button on his speaker as he raised it to his mouth. "Hey Zen. Get down here, we found someone...it ain't too pretty neither, man." He clicked the radio off and set it back on his belt as he felt a rush of hot air hit the back of his neck. He rolled his eyes. "Tommy, stop breathin' on me will ya? Damn, man."
"'The fuck you mean, breathing on ya? I'm six feet in front of ya dickhead." Tommy, another soldier spun around and glared at Horatio in annoyment but soon widened his eyes in fear. "Shit..."
"Hey, don't make me come over there and kick your ass, gringo." Horatio, jutted an index finger in Tommy's direction.
"Horatio, look out man!" A third soldier who had also turned, was able to call out to try and alert Horatio of the figure of death behind him.
"Look, out for fuckin' what?" Horatio asked before another rush of hair hit his neck. He suddenly didn't have a good feeling about this as a low hiss trembled his ears and he slowly turned around, to look up at.... A monster. His spotlight was just enough to give him a full view of what was looking down at him. It had to be nine feet tall, a shiney black, skeletal like figure with a long head, sort of banana shaped, except with some mean looking, razor sharp teeth that released drool to the floor from them. It's fingers were more like bent claws that looked quite useful for seizing of ripping a man to pieces. A long tail with a sharp blade-like tip wagged, more like swung behind it. He only got a few seconds to take in this detail before one of those thin but strong hands snagged him by the throat with the power of ten body building men and lifted him off the ground. He choked out a call for help as he watched the creature look up at him and it's sharp teeth split, opening up into a low angry hiss once again, only this time a second, smaller mouth opened up and exposed it's own teeth. Horatio was only able to scream aloud, when that second mouth suddenly jutted out with lightning speed and those teeth latched onto the flesh of his cheek and quickly reered back, tearing the flesh right off in a squirt of blood. He screamed out and the mouth snapped out amazingly fast a few more times, this time ripping his throat open.
Mike watched this in horror for only a moment before he snapped back into reality, and instead of afraid, was plain old pissed off.
"Fire!!" His voice was more like a roar than a scream but his four surviving men obeyed and raised their guns. The creature heaved Horatio's bleeding body to the side like a rag doll, clear across the room. About twenty feet away, is where Mike heard the heavy thud of the corpse. Amazing strength, but who gave a shit? It was about to be shish ka-bob on the floor of this hangar. Along with himself, his four men opened fire on the creature. Their rounds hit it like a sledgehammer through ply wood and chunks of black, hard exoskeleton flew from it's body and hit the floor. A thick pale-yellow blood squirted out onto the floor, hissing as it touched, eating through the metal. The creature screeched out loudly and fell back, hitting the floor in a steamy heap.
"Haha! Motherfucker!" Were Tommy's last words before a dull thud, and the sound of cutting meat was heard. He felt a pain through his back running right through him and out his chest. He looked down to see a tail, identicle to the creature's they just shot, protruding from his body. He gave a loud scream as he felt his feet leave the floor and like paper, his padding was torn away by the claw like fingers of another of them, and his flesh was ripped into.
"Tommy!!!!" Mike yelled out in agony and raised his gun, a second too late, as the new corpse was flung straight at him, and it hit. WHAM! Mike felt like Tommy weighed a fucking ton as he collided into him and knocked him to the floor. A new voice caught his ears as he looked to see Zen, the medic that Horatio called, jogging into the room.
"Colonel Hawkins?" Poor bastard. He was oblivious to what had begun in this room.
"Zen, no! Go back! Get the hell out of here!" The second soldier who had tried to warn Horatio yelled out, but once again he was late. He watched Zen in his spotlight as from the darkness beside him, a third creature leaped into view, pouncing on Zen and ripping into his chest as its second mouth snapped flesh from his face and neck. Zen's screams became thick gurgles as blood ran from his mouth. The soldier beside the second gave a roar of rage as he aimed his rifle at the feasting creature and emptied his entire clip into it, blowing it to pieces. Mike watched from under Tommy's body as the acid that sprayed from the creature, onto Zen's face, ate away at his skin. Acid. Their blood was acid! The second soldier became filled with rage and with his other two comrades, opened out into a wild fire into the darkness. A few times their rounds would, nick, graze, or fully hit one of the creatures. The place was filled with them, it was like a nest! Mike shoved the corpse off of him and scrambled up to all fours, looking around to try and find his rifle with his spotlight. He found it, about five feet in front of him. He got to his feet and took a dive, grabbed it, and rolled up to one knee, as he caught one of the creatures in his lights aim, raised his gun, and fired, again, ripping the creature to pieces, spraying it's acid blood all over the floor. It wasn't long before the rest of the team came swarming through the door and caught sight of the aliens with their spotlights and joined in, in the fire fight. More of the monsters came and attacked the men. Mike could only hear them scream as the floor and walls were splashed with blood. In all the firing, one of the squad members hit a fuel tank, rocking the room with an explosion, and illuminating a large area with flames. Several of the creatures came into view as they were engulfed in an oily fire. The force of the explosion threw Mike off of his feet and slammed him against the side of the ship in the hangar. He hit his head and fell. Looking up, Mike's vision became blurry as he watched the remaining soldiers gun away at the flesh-eating creatures. Yellow and red blood sprayed all over. Mike's head ached, and his vison soon went dark. He was out...now at the mercy of those monsters if his team didn't take them all out first.
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The Starship was currently out of hyperspace, floating calmly through the empty blackness of space. The A.I computer was currently in control, setting the destination for the designated hunting grounds. The inside was dimly lit with what an ooman's vison would pick up as a orange/yellow color, but to the ship's inhabitants, for example, the leader, Setg'-in, it was a dark, dim red due to their thermal vision. Not like the foreign creatures known as oomans, but much better. Setg'-in was one of many, high caste, honored and honorable leaders. His way of combat and hunting both told it all in his name. Deadly and quick. It was the meaning of his name and it fitted him perfectly. He had trained under the teachings of 'A'ni- de, a fine hunter himself indeed. But Setg'-in had been on his own for over a hundred years. He had earned the caste of Honored twenty years after he went on his own. He smiled with pride at the thought, making his way for the cockpit from his sleep chamber. He had just woken up and needed to check his current where-abouts.
Setg'-in was tall like any other of the yautja warriors. He stood about two and a half meters, or in other words seven feet, four inches. He was a monster of a creature compared to his prey he was after on this Hunt. His skin was a pale, yellowish white, spotted with black marks over his arms, legs and chest. His black hair was weaved in thick dreads which barely extended past his shoulders. He was, like any other hunter of his species, built muscular and athletically. As a student under 'A'ni-de, he was ferocious in his spars against his fellow students. He lost only one match when he was feeling ill, but to decline an ordered spar from his teacher would result in a serious, chastising beating from 'A'ni-de himself. He, most frequently, would spar his friend and fellow student, Yeyinde. The Brave One. In his younger days, he saw Yeyinde as a dare devil when it came to hunts, performing the most dangerous of stunts. It was no wonder he was now known as a well respected warrior now. He was also Honored in his days before he met his sad end against a Queen of the Kainde Amedha. Hard Meat. Tall, black armored creatures of nine feet in height, and light weight for their size which made them the most deadliest of dumb animals. One could die from them in so many ways. A Hard Meat could use it's taloned fingers to rip the flesh off of a victim, if not use one of it's two mouths, the large outer one of the smaller one that nested like a suckling in it's mothers den, inside of the larger mouth. Either way, they were vicious. Deadly and quick like Setg'-in himself. But he was not on a hunt for the Hard Meat no longer. He was now prepared to hunt more dangerous prey; prey that had brains over brawn and could use a burner just as well as a yautja could. That prey was the Soft Meat. The Pyode Amedha. The Oomans. Smaller than the usual yautja warrior but just as deadly, if not more deadly. Setg'-in had conquored the art of killing Hard Meat and wanted a more deadly challenge. As an Honored caste member, he only had all the rights to hunt them, unlike the younger, Un-Blooded castes. He had, as Yeyinde, or Dachande as some called his old friend, which meant Different Knife, which referred to the warriors, broken lower left tusk, trained students. He had trained two classes and decided to take a break from teaching to hone his skills in hunting. The Pyode Amedha were the perfect targets to practice with.
Like the honorable warrior he was, Setg'-in would do whatever it took to gain as many honorable kills as he could. He would make his hunts or fights as fair as possible, eliminating any excess targets that stood in the way of his prey, while hidden under his shiftsuit cloaking device, but when it came time to kill the designated target, he would lower his camoflauge and bring out whatever weapon he had that would allow an equal fight with the ooman. Then when he killed the creature, he would claim their skull as proof, polishing it clean of the flesh that was left on it, and add it to his trophy wall. His trophy wall currently held many different skulls though most were the skulls of Hard Meats, including fifteen drones and two queens. His shoulders bobbed as he remembered what a thrill it was to take the queen skulls. He had taken both in a five year time span. Many of his fellow hunters were killed but in the end they succeeded.
Most likely by now, there wasn't a single Hard Meat that could pose threat to him. He had to move on now. He would land on the hunting grounds and seek out the Soft Meat to claim their skulls, and would return home to his mother ship where his allies would be awaiting him to see his well earned collection. He could almost see the trophy's on his wall. He couldn't wait....
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I hope I got off to a good beginning. Please send me reviews of what you think and let me know if I should continue this story. Thanks!
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ALIENS
v.s
PREDATOR:
Blood Moon
Chapter 1: The Beginning
The corridor was pitch black. Blacker than a moonless, starless night. And Colonel Michael J. Hawkins and 15 marines under his command were smack-dab in the damn middle of it. Their purpose: A rescue mission. Transmission signals from a U.S.M.C base had been cut off and all communications had failed. The headqaurters Hawkins worked at, was the closest to it so it was them who was supposed to seek out the problem. They had landed twenty-five minutes ago and found the place dark, with no signs of power anywhere. Hawkins(we'll call him Mike since thats what I called him on the paper version), split the squad up into three groups of five, although one held six, due to the addition of himself, and they took different routes in hopes of finishing the mission quicker. Their only source of light were lights on their helmets, which expanded four feet wide, and covered a distance of fifteen feet infront of them. They were all armed with the new, basic marine weapon, the Pulse Rifle. A fully automatic weapon capable of ripping a man open in a bloody shower if shot with it. Mike took two more steps and made a sharp turn around a left corner, sucking in a breath as he aimed his rifle. His spotlight picked nothing up. He looked to his men and gestured with a nod for them to follow. They quietly, stealth walked over to him as he made his way down the new corridor, his spotlight, after awhile, picking up a door. He slowly walked up and reached out with a gloved hand to try to handle. Unlocked. All men in the squad wore full body skinsuits, with protective boots and padding, and helmets that merely covered their heads, and goggles over their eyes.
Mike pushed the door open and scanned what he could see with his light. Nothing of worry. Just a few storage boxes. It looked like they were in the base's hangar. He stepped in, followed by his five groupies and slowly continued scanning. It seemed there was nothing in here either, until Mike's boot stepped in something that changed the surface of the floor and made his foot slide slightly, nearly causing him to fall to the ground. After he regained full balance he looked down to see what he had stepped in. He hoped his eyes were seeing things. But whether they were or not, he was horrified. Blood. Thick, red blood, in a huge puddle across the floor. He began tracing it's width and length along the floor until his spotlight washed over the ripped open, mangled body of a crew member. The man's overalls, stained in his blood, his eyes wide open in horror as if something terrifying had did this to him. Mike put the side of his hand over his mouth, feeling sick at the sight as he turned his head away.
"Horatio..." He spoke, looking to the side some. "Call the medic to the hangar and tell him we found one of the employees."
"Gotcha Colonel." Horatio, a young man of hispanic origin nodded and clicked the button on his speaker as he raised it to his mouth. "Hey Zen. Get down here, we found someone...it ain't too pretty neither, man." He clicked the radio off and set it back on his belt as he felt a rush of hot air hit the back of his neck. He rolled his eyes. "Tommy, stop breathin' on me will ya? Damn, man."
"'The fuck you mean, breathing on ya? I'm six feet in front of ya dickhead." Tommy, another soldier spun around and glared at Horatio in annoyment but soon widened his eyes in fear. "Shit..."
"Hey, don't make me come over there and kick your ass, gringo." Horatio, jutted an index finger in Tommy's direction.
"Horatio, look out man!" A third soldier who had also turned, was able to call out to try and alert Horatio of the figure of death behind him.
"Look, out for fuckin' what?" Horatio asked before another rush of hair hit his neck. He suddenly didn't have a good feeling about this as a low hiss trembled his ears and he slowly turned around, to look up at.... A monster. His spotlight was just enough to give him a full view of what was looking down at him. It had to be nine feet tall, a shiney black, skeletal like figure with a long head, sort of banana shaped, except with some mean looking, razor sharp teeth that released drool to the floor from them. It's fingers were more like bent claws that looked quite useful for seizing of ripping a man to pieces. A long tail with a sharp blade-like tip wagged, more like swung behind it. He only got a few seconds to take in this detail before one of those thin but strong hands snagged him by the throat with the power of ten body building men and lifted him off the ground. He choked out a call for help as he watched the creature look up at him and it's sharp teeth split, opening up into a low angry hiss once again, only this time a second, smaller mouth opened up and exposed it's own teeth. Horatio was only able to scream aloud, when that second mouth suddenly jutted out with lightning speed and those teeth latched onto the flesh of his cheek and quickly reered back, tearing the flesh right off in a squirt of blood. He screamed out and the mouth snapped out amazingly fast a few more times, this time ripping his throat open.
Mike watched this in horror for only a moment before he snapped back into reality, and instead of afraid, was plain old pissed off.
"Fire!!" His voice was more like a roar than a scream but his four surviving men obeyed and raised their guns. The creature heaved Horatio's bleeding body to the side like a rag doll, clear across the room. About twenty feet away, is where Mike heard the heavy thud of the corpse. Amazing strength, but who gave a shit? It was about to be shish ka-bob on the floor of this hangar. Along with himself, his four men opened fire on the creature. Their rounds hit it like a sledgehammer through ply wood and chunks of black, hard exoskeleton flew from it's body and hit the floor. A thick pale-yellow blood squirted out onto the floor, hissing as it touched, eating through the metal. The creature screeched out loudly and fell back, hitting the floor in a steamy heap.
"Haha! Motherfucker!" Were Tommy's last words before a dull thud, and the sound of cutting meat was heard. He felt a pain through his back running right through him and out his chest. He looked down to see a tail, identicle to the creature's they just shot, protruding from his body. He gave a loud scream as he felt his feet leave the floor and like paper, his padding was torn away by the claw like fingers of another of them, and his flesh was ripped into.
"Tommy!!!!" Mike yelled out in agony and raised his gun, a second too late, as the new corpse was flung straight at him, and it hit. WHAM! Mike felt like Tommy weighed a fucking ton as he collided into him and knocked him to the floor. A new voice caught his ears as he looked to see Zen, the medic that Horatio called, jogging into the room.
"Colonel Hawkins?" Poor bastard. He was oblivious to what had begun in this room.
"Zen, no! Go back! Get the hell out of here!" The second soldier who had tried to warn Horatio yelled out, but once again he was late. He watched Zen in his spotlight as from the darkness beside him, a third creature leaped into view, pouncing on Zen and ripping into his chest as its second mouth snapped flesh from his face and neck. Zen's screams became thick gurgles as blood ran from his mouth. The soldier beside the second gave a roar of rage as he aimed his rifle at the feasting creature and emptied his entire clip into it, blowing it to pieces. Mike watched from under Tommy's body as the acid that sprayed from the creature, onto Zen's face, ate away at his skin. Acid. Their blood was acid! The second soldier became filled with rage and with his other two comrades, opened out into a wild fire into the darkness. A few times their rounds would, nick, graze, or fully hit one of the creatures. The place was filled with them, it was like a nest! Mike shoved the corpse off of him and scrambled up to all fours, looking around to try and find his rifle with his spotlight. He found it, about five feet in front of him. He got to his feet and took a dive, grabbed it, and rolled up to one knee, as he caught one of the creatures in his lights aim, raised his gun, and fired, again, ripping the creature to pieces, spraying it's acid blood all over the floor. It wasn't long before the rest of the team came swarming through the door and caught sight of the aliens with their spotlights and joined in, in the fire fight. More of the monsters came and attacked the men. Mike could only hear them scream as the floor and walls were splashed with blood. In all the firing, one of the squad members hit a fuel tank, rocking the room with an explosion, and illuminating a large area with flames. Several of the creatures came into view as they were engulfed in an oily fire. The force of the explosion threw Mike off of his feet and slammed him against the side of the ship in the hangar. He hit his head and fell. Looking up, Mike's vision became blurry as he watched the remaining soldiers gun away at the flesh-eating creatures. Yellow and red blood sprayed all over. Mike's head ached, and his vison soon went dark. He was out...now at the mercy of those monsters if his team didn't take them all out first.
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The Starship was currently out of hyperspace, floating calmly through the empty blackness of space. The A.I computer was currently in control, setting the destination for the designated hunting grounds. The inside was dimly lit with what an ooman's vison would pick up as a orange/yellow color, but to the ship's inhabitants, for example, the leader, Setg'-in, it was a dark, dim red due to their thermal vision. Not like the foreign creatures known as oomans, but much better. Setg'-in was one of many, high caste, honored and honorable leaders. His way of combat and hunting both told it all in his name. Deadly and quick. It was the meaning of his name and it fitted him perfectly. He had trained under the teachings of 'A'ni- de, a fine hunter himself indeed. But Setg'-in had been on his own for over a hundred years. He had earned the caste of Honored twenty years after he went on his own. He smiled with pride at the thought, making his way for the cockpit from his sleep chamber. He had just woken up and needed to check his current where-abouts.
Setg'-in was tall like any other of the yautja warriors. He stood about two and a half meters, or in other words seven feet, four inches. He was a monster of a creature compared to his prey he was after on this Hunt. His skin was a pale, yellowish white, spotted with black marks over his arms, legs and chest. His black hair was weaved in thick dreads which barely extended past his shoulders. He was, like any other hunter of his species, built muscular and athletically. As a student under 'A'ni-de, he was ferocious in his spars against his fellow students. He lost only one match when he was feeling ill, but to decline an ordered spar from his teacher would result in a serious, chastising beating from 'A'ni-de himself. He, most frequently, would spar his friend and fellow student, Yeyinde. The Brave One. In his younger days, he saw Yeyinde as a dare devil when it came to hunts, performing the most dangerous of stunts. It was no wonder he was now known as a well respected warrior now. He was also Honored in his days before he met his sad end against a Queen of the Kainde Amedha. Hard Meat. Tall, black armored creatures of nine feet in height, and light weight for their size which made them the most deadliest of dumb animals. One could die from them in so many ways. A Hard Meat could use it's taloned fingers to rip the flesh off of a victim, if not use one of it's two mouths, the large outer one of the smaller one that nested like a suckling in it's mothers den, inside of the larger mouth. Either way, they were vicious. Deadly and quick like Setg'-in himself. But he was not on a hunt for the Hard Meat no longer. He was now prepared to hunt more dangerous prey; prey that had brains over brawn and could use a burner just as well as a yautja could. That prey was the Soft Meat. The Pyode Amedha. The Oomans. Smaller than the usual yautja warrior but just as deadly, if not more deadly. Setg'-in had conquored the art of killing Hard Meat and wanted a more deadly challenge. As an Honored caste member, he only had all the rights to hunt them, unlike the younger, Un-Blooded castes. He had, as Yeyinde, or Dachande as some called his old friend, which meant Different Knife, which referred to the warriors, broken lower left tusk, trained students. He had trained two classes and decided to take a break from teaching to hone his skills in hunting. The Pyode Amedha were the perfect targets to practice with.
Like the honorable warrior he was, Setg'-in would do whatever it took to gain as many honorable kills as he could. He would make his hunts or fights as fair as possible, eliminating any excess targets that stood in the way of his prey, while hidden under his shiftsuit cloaking device, but when it came time to kill the designated target, he would lower his camoflauge and bring out whatever weapon he had that would allow an equal fight with the ooman. Then when he killed the creature, he would claim their skull as proof, polishing it clean of the flesh that was left on it, and add it to his trophy wall. His trophy wall currently held many different skulls though most were the skulls of Hard Meats, including fifteen drones and two queens. His shoulders bobbed as he remembered what a thrill it was to take the queen skulls. He had taken both in a five year time span. Many of his fellow hunters were killed but in the end they succeeded.
Most likely by now, there wasn't a single Hard Meat that could pose threat to him. He had to move on now. He would land on the hunting grounds and seek out the Soft Meat to claim their skulls, and would return home to his mother ship where his allies would be awaiting him to see his well earned collection. He could almost see the trophy's on his wall. He couldn't wait....
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I hope I got off to a good beginning. Please send me reviews of what you think and let me know if I should continue this story. Thanks!