Death of a Family
=Prologue=
As they entered the room, the first thing to hit the eldest Predator sibling was the overwhelming stench of blood. The younger Predator let out a sad whine as it saw one of its siblings lying on the floor.
The sibling was still fairly young, but it was older than the youngest Predator present in the room. It was clutching one of the spears used for hunting. Some discarded bomb straps were located on the floor, inactive. The oldest Predator took a look around the room and notices the throwing discs buried deep into the wall. They must have missed, since there was no acid present.
The third Predator there bent down to examine the body. It took careful note of the injuries and markings… telling the siblings that the wounds had been caused by a Xenomorph. The younger Predator made a sobbing noise, its eyes became moist. The oldest Predator took the younger one's arms and embraced it in a mournful hug.
The other Predator stood up and shook his head. How could they have lost one of their siblings, who had shown so much promise and strength? This was a devastating blow to their family unit. It had not been a long time since they lost their mother and father. Now another family member had been cruelly snatched away by the vicious serpents.
The Predators broke the embrace and stood up. They all took a final look at the body and left. The youngest Predator made a promise... to find the Xenomorph who did this and make them suffer.