The hunt
by
Sean a.k.a naruto150
Disclaimer: Jim and John Thomas made the characters (Predator) and Dan O'Bannon and Ronald Shusett made the characters (Alien) and they were distributed by 20th century fox, so yeah.
A/N: I saw AVP like 45 times and I wanted to do a story about it. The oc is mine and he has no name. By the way I'm the ideas and my friend is the ghostwriter for all my stories.
OC's p.o.v:
This was my first hunt after I became a Blooded hunter. We had come to the planet known as earth to the Oomans, they were the dominant species here. We had come to the rainforests of the central portion of the southwestern hemisphere to hunt. We had arranged with the Oomans that in exchange for agriculture and our knowledge of the sciences, they'd give us incubators for our honored prey, the Xenomorphs. A fresh group had been grown and by the full moon's rise they were ready to run. My weapons were sharpened as I sat in a tree branch waiting for them.
I heard their screeches as they ran from the other hunters. My own prey came running right under the tree that I was in. I heard it's crashing foot steps, I jumped down to the ground and ran after it. Through my mask I saw it's heat signature, the moving reds and oranges thrilled me in a very primitive part of my brain. I had decided to use a net first to see if I could catch it, at the last moment it made a fast right turn and the net went flying straight on ahead. The net got tangled around a large earth predator known as a feline. I slowed to a stop to untangle the animal, it wailed in pain when I got the net off of it. I felt it's left side, it hissed at me, I knew that was a signal for me to not touch it or I would be attacked. I felt the warm, wet blood from the diamond pattern cuts on it's fur. It didn't like me touching it's wounds, it ran off as soon as I moved my hand away. I wiped the blood on my side, then took off after the beast.
I unsheathed my wrist blades for the attack, I was in breathing distance of it's left side when it whipped it's tail at me. The spike caught me dead center on my back, I roared and spun around, yanking it out. With it still in my grasp, I held it tight and pulled hard enough that it ripped away from the body with a sickening wet noise. Drops of the acidic blood fell onto my feet but I held in my cries of pain. It turned around to bare it's teeth at me and to attack, it's claws caught my mask and ripped it away, scraping the side of my face as it went. Before it could move it's claws out of the way I grabbed the claw and twisted it until it broke with a satisfying crack. In a last ditch effort it tried to tackle me, it was bleeding and in pain but it still tried to attack me, I was impressed with the determination it had to fight me. It was able to get me on the ground but I had my wrist blades in a scissor pose. With all my strength cut off it's head. I then rolled to the side so the blood wouldn't touch me but some burned my chest.
As I held up the trophy as a sign of my triumph I heard the explosion from one of the other hunter's self-destruct mechanism. I ran as fast as I could and dove into a river and I waited. I emerged, a bleeding,tired, hunter and I still held my trophy in my hands. I stood in the water, raised my head and I roared my victory to the heavens. I survived to hunt again, to take more great trophies and more honor.
A/N: So here's my first predator story, hoped you liked it, please tell my what you think about it, please. Bye for now.