Disclaimer: I DON'T own predator or anything affiliated with it. I also do not claim ownership of any other stories, movies, etc, mentioned in this fiction.
The personality of the characters however. . .I came up with those all on my own.
A/N: This story starts out fairly slow with no mention of a Predator, but bare with me! There will be some fizzing predator action! Enjoy!
The dew covered grass felt strange to the naked soles of her feet as she crossed the park. So many times she had ambled through this place, but never in such a way. It was like she was being guided by some dismal outside force. She hadn't even taken the time to put on shoes before exiting her house and coming here. She was still wearing her pajamas as well.
It had woken her in the usual manner. A noise as if the very foundation of her home was weeping in terror followed by the sound of metal grinding against metal.
She hadn't been led anywhere so near home before. The park had been a haven for her in the past, but now she wouldn't be able to come here without remembering this night.
She must have been getting close, for the feeling was stronger and she could hear a woman crying. This always bothered her somewhere deep down in her marrow. The woman was dead, but she could still hear the woman's cries, as if she had been there before the end. This wasn't her business. It wasn't her fault and she hated that she was the one to be here.
The body lay broken and covered in wetness. She knelt down next to the shell that had been Maureen Ridgeway and brushed a strand of hair from the cold damp forehead.
"I'm sorry."
Tears streamed from her eyes as she stood up to return home. There was never any reason for her to find these bodies, but for some reason whenever someone died in this town, she was woken and led to the place their body lay. She stopped by a pay phone on her way home to let the police know there was a dead body in the park. She spoke briefly to the dispatcher and it was quite uncomfortable. The woman began yelling at her. It was no secret this woman knew her voice well. It worried the dispatcher. After a couple minutes of being lashed out at she hung up the phone and returned home.
She lay stomach down on her bed staring at a patch of her floor that reflected a portion of moonlight. It was futile to try and sleep, so she kept her focus on the floor urging the image of the dead woman out of her mind. Every time she blinked the scene returned to her in vivid detail.
Three hours later the moon had changed position and her room was no longer illuminated by its calming glow. She listened as the front door was open and then closed. This wasn't something she was looking forward to.
"You haven't been taking your medication, have you?"
"I have."
"This is getting ridiculous! I'm sick of this!"
She looked at her sister and a tear made its way down her face and fell to her pillow. The tear wasn't a ploy for pity or sympathy. It had nothing to do with her sister at all in fact, and perhaps her sister knew this by now.
"You're sick of this?"
She sat up with a soft sigh and hung her head.
"You aren't the one that sees them lying there and gets a feeling that you could have done something to stop it. You're not the one that hears that noise and is lured to an unknown place to find someone dead!"
She grabbed at her stomach as a wave of pain shot through her. She hadn't felt it all this time, but now remembered the source of it.
"You shouldn't overexert yourself until that fully heals."
She heard a bitterness in her sisters voice that was becoming more and more prevalent as time passed.
"If only you hadn't found me when you did, huh? Then you wouldn't have to bother about me anymore."
Her sister threw her hands up in exasperation and stormed out of the room spouting obscenities all the way to her room where she slammed the door.
"I didn't want this. . ."