The Huntress:

Prologue: Uprising

By: xGieGiex

Editor's Note: I did not make this story I have only revised it quickly for spelling and punctuation, otherwise it remains (mostly) in the original context. The author of this story created it and disappeared, like a one hit wonder, so under the aforementioned conditions I have decided to submit it because it is better than much of the junk on this site and it would be better off this way rather than collecting dust. Thanks for reading and enjoy "Uprising"! Please review.

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Darryl

The trees moved quickly from side to side while the man rustled through them frantically. He was sure he would lose it in this dense jungle but somehow he'd been found, and now he was running for his life, running in fear of the thing following him. No one had ever found him here, NO ONE, and he was so shocked that someone or something finally had that he didn't know what to do.

Darryl Lonson was from the Planet Alaron VI, standing at 7 feet with skin of a deep orange-reddish hue and long hair to match. His eyes were yellow and he sported a few nose rings, which in the society on Alaron meant he was a grown man.

For several years now he'd had several bounties on his head because of the illegal things he'd done. He'd stolen money, raped and abused women, and had even killed children if it meant getting his way. Once he'd killed a woman's young son to get her to cooperate with him and give him what he wanted. Darryl was an unscrupulous man, who cared for no one but himself, and the frightening thing was he'd gotten away with what he'd done; he was equipped well enough to do as he pleased when he pleased without any consequences. People heard his name and shuddered, that was how well he'd become at taking what he wanted. No one would stand up too him, no one, that's how scared of him everyone was.

That's also why he'd never been caught on a bounty. Many had tried to find him, but he was far too good at hiding. Also, he'd killed many of the hunters that had come after him, and because of this, it was hard to find anyone to take the job.

Darryl lived on a planet in the Lavidia system called Narceon. It was a primalistic planet without many civilized territories because of the fierce creatures that roamed its surface. It was mostly a humid jungle without much open space, and therefore it was an ideal location for someone such as Darryl Lonson to hide when the going got rough.

He had no idea what this thing was chasing him now, he only knew that it had been able to get the drop on him while he was minding his own business near his ship, and beat the hell out of him until he was able to free himself from its grasp and run off into the jungles. His heart hammered inside his chest as he wiped the blood from his nose and mouth, a crack in the skin on his forehead also trickled the dark green blood.

All he knew was that he'd been grabbed from behind and pushed forward into his ships hull, which caused him to injure his forehead, then he was swung around and in his blurred vision he saw in the darkness something which looked to be a soft green glow, menacing, before a fist hit his nose, hard, encased in metal. His head jolted back with a hard force, whatever this thing was, it was strong. Then it hit him again, and Darryl could feel some of his teeth loosen, even fall out of his mouth.

From there, he'd fallen back, and slowly pushed himself over, getting to his knees before something rammed into his side hard, breaking one of his ribs. He had to get out of there. Despite the pain he felt, his adrenaline kicked in and he got up, running away as quickly as possible through the dense trees, trying to see the best he could in his frantic state. He tripped over a high laying root of a tree and fell, looking back as he continued to work his was back to his feet and though he didn't see anything behind him, he wasn't going to stop, not yet.

He knew there was a cliff ahead that he could jump off of and into a large lake below. That should hide his tracks well enough until he could hide himself properly from this thing chasing him.

As he got closer to it, he tripped once again, this time over a rock and flipped forward, sliding down a slope and off the edge of the cliff he knew was there. He tried to stifle a yell, and went down swiftly, crashing into the water and trying his best to stay above the surface, letting the current sweep him towards the passage into the river where he would work his way out.

Now he felt safe...for the time...

The metal boot fell to the ground with a heavy thud, followed directly by the knee. The metal was an orangish yellow color, and at the top of the boot near the knee the metal came into a long point. On the sides of the calves were dimly glowing green lights, and a left hand came down into the soil slowly, moving the metal covered fingers through the soil, grasping it, and pulling a handful of it up. Then the movement stopped as in the distance could be heard more shuffling and a slight cry that faded out as soon as it started. After the sound dyed out, there seemed to be a loud splash of water but it was blended into the sound of a roaring waterfall. As soon as it was quiet again, the hand moved forward and held out the dirt to be scanned.

Several scans from behind a visor drew out points in the soil, scattered about, that contained DNA traces. The computer listed what these scans showed and began to match up the DNA to that of an Alaronite. Lonson had definitely come this way.

The knee pushed off the ground and the boots moved forward quietly, stepping over roots and stones until they reached a slope, and they stopped.

The tall being stood there looking towards the waterfall ahead which roared loudly, and down into the lake below, seeing it turned off into a river at a certain point. The red chest plate moved out some, and the sound of air hissed from the vents below the dimly glowing green visor of the being that looked upon it.

The helmet moved to one side slowly, and then back, before it turned away completely and walked off.

Darryl floated through the water slowly and reached out, grabbing a tree branch that was dipping down into the water from a tree that had fallen over long ago. He grunted and pulled himself up, crawling onto land and looking around to get his bearings. He'd let himself drift for a while before he'd finally pulled himself from the water, and once he saw that no one was around he closed his eyes and laid his head back on the soil, attempting to rest for a minute and come up with his next plan of action.

As soon as he did so, an arm came down and grabbed the clothing on his shoulder, pulling him forward, his face meeting that of a glowing green visor, the same visor he'd seen before.

"Peek-a-boo," came a warped mechanical voice, and Darryl gasped, grabbing the hand to remove it from his shoulder. His other hand went to his side to grab the blaster there, but before he could complete his actions he found the end of a cannon directly held into his face.

Darryl held up both his hands and the being before him let go of his shoulder, reaching to his side and grabbing the blaster. Holding it up before Darryl's face, the hand crushed the end of it and threw it to the side. "What are you," Darryl asked loudly, breathing heavily.

Long moments of silence passed while he listened to the air hissing from the vents of the helmet so deadly close to his face now. "I was sent by a woman you beat and raped. You also killed her son and took all the valuable belongings she possessed. Do you know who I'm speaking of?"

"I'm not sure," Darryl said, and a metal fist rammed into his cheek, knocking more of his teeth out. He spit out the blood and teeth, groaning in pain.

"Does that jog your memory?" asked the warped voice.

"Yes, it does," he said in anguish. "Damn you, you knocked out my teeth!"

The fist grabbed his shoulder and he found the cannon being rammed into his chest. Falling back and gasping for breath he heard, "Don't talk unless I say so, you're going to be missing more than teeth when I'm done with you."

"Y-yes sir," Darryl said very quietly.

Then the being stood up, and leaned down, grabbing Darryl's shirt once again and it began dragging him across the ground towards a tree. Darryl stayed quiet as it stopped and let go, then spoke, "Get up."

Darryl worked his way to his feet slowly, and in a frightened voice asked, "What are you going to do to me?"

"I wasn't paid to kill you," it replied, "But for what I was paid to do, you'll be begging me to kill you before it's over with."

He watched the being stalk by him slowly, watching him constantly. Darryl gasped out, leaning against the tree as all he felt like doing was laying down now. He knew he had a fractured sternum from the blow he'd received to his chest just now, and he could barely manage to stand there on his own. "What were you paid to do?"

The look of fear in his eyes, despite his past, was one that would make anyone's heart well with pity, maybe even forgiveness of what he'd done. But the cold metal clad hunter before him didn't give him an inch, not even a second thought, and what followed the question he asked, an answer without words, was too gory for any normal person to want to see or know.

Besides having his head rammed into the tree several times, being nearly strangled and having his leg held out only to be broken in half by a heavily armored arm, what the final thing that was done to Darryl could not compare with the rest. Precautions were taken to keep Darryl awake as well and not let him be rendered unconscious.

Darryl wanted to scream, thought he was, but the pain he felt was so excruciating he had no idea if he did or not.

The hunter knew though, and thought he sounded like a pitiful child wailing while he slumped over. "That's what I was paid to do, along with the beatings I've given you, which to say the least are nothing compared to what I could've done." The armored hunter stopped for a moment before it stepped away from the man writhing in agony on the ground, and then said, "The animals will smell your blood soon enough and come to finish you off."

"No," Darryl cried out, "Please, don't leave me here! Kill me first please! I can't live like this! Don't let them get me!"

The being continued off then, leaving the begging, ruined man on the ground. The hunter had done what it was paid for, and now it would leave to collect on its final pay. It felt no remorse or pity for the man it left behind, only cared for what its job was and to see to it that it was completed.

A day later in a busy pub on a planet named Aines; word had spread quickly of Darryl Lonson's death. Many of the men he knew couldn't believe he'd actually been caught and killed on a bounty, and no one knew who the hunter was that had completed the task, but many had an idea on who'd given the bounty.

Garret was a simple man who only cared for two things. Seeing that his family was taken care of and making sure he personally could provide for them. Living on a planet known for it's seedy people and activities didn't make that an easy task, especially when his sister was violated and his nephew was killed. So he'd taken out a bounty on the man who'd done it, offering to pay whatever the hunter wanted in return for disposing of him. He was disheartened that no one would take the bounty at first until someone he'd never seen had come along.

This metal clad bounty hunter not only seemed like he could get the job done, but also that he could probably wipe out an entire army if he set his mind to it, and Garret was relieved when he accepted the job.

As Garret walked into the pub silently to have a seat in his usual spot, and get his usual drink, he couldn't help a small smirk, though he tried to hide it from view of others because of what he was smirking about. Darryl Lonson had gotten what he deserved.

"Garret," he heard another mans voice. Garret sighed softly and looked back, seeing another regular of the tavern approaching him.

"Can I help you?" Garret asked quietly, scratching his brown beard a little.

"Yeah, you can help me, and my friends."

Before Garret knew what was happening, he was surrounded by several men, all of them looking as if they were severely angry over something. The one who'd originally approached him grabbed his shoulders and lifted him into the air, as Garret was a skinny man at best, and didn't weigh all that much. "Who'd you hire to kill my friend asshole?"

Garret blinked a few times, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about! I don't have any money to hire someone, and you know that, but if I did have it, I sure as hell would have!"

"Don't lie to me boy," the man snarled, "That just makes me even angrier."

Many people around the bar knew Garret and each other, which is why the man had called his name in the first place. Garret had seen him several times himself, but he didn't know exactly what his name was. Nor did he know that he was Darryl Lonson's friend. "Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about."

One of the other men pulled out a blaster and held it at his head, while the man holding him asked again, "You remember anything now, or are we going to have to beat it out of you?"

The armor clad hunter had been sitting quietly in the back of the room. Everyone had gotten quiet to see what would happen between Garret and the others, and now even less people were paying any attention to the hunter. Garret hadn't even noticed the hunter himself, he was too busy trying to figure a way out of this mess without revealing he'd been the one to give the bounty.

"Time's up," the one holding Garret in the air said, "Now you're going to..."

Before he could finish, he saw Garrets eyes move behind him and to someone standing there. So he lowered Garret, yet still held onto him, and looked back. Standing there, very close to him, was the armored clad hunter, the glowing green visor seeming to stare at him menacingly.

"What the hell do you want?"

The hunter was silent.

"Are you deaf? I said," and before he could finish, a hand gripped his throat and lifted him into the air. The hunter held him there, and the others backed away. One of them foolishly fired off their blaster, which hit the hunter's leg, but was reflected off of it. The hunter looked at him and lifted the cannon on its right arm, firing a powerful blast which knocked the man over halfway across the bar. He landed on some tables, breaking them, and though he wasn't dead, yet, he was rendered unconscious.

Then the hunter looked back at the man held in the air with one arm alone and aimed the cannon at his head. The man sniveled, gasping out the words in a choked voice, "What do you want!"

Garret had slipped away and watched the scene from behind the hunter now. Then he heard the warped voice the hunter possessed saying, "I want you to tell all your so-called friends that I am the one who killed Darryl Lonson. My name is Samus Aran."

The man couldn't reply the grip on his throat was too strong. After the hunter was satisfied the man would do as he was told, the left arm holding him was pulled back and he was thrown across the bar, hitting the wall hard. He gasped for breath, still choking, and the hunter named Samus Aran turned away from him, not sparing him a second glance.

Garret watched and said, "Thank you so much."

"I didn't do it for you," the hunter replied, and left the tavern.

Samus had followed Garret to the bar for a reason; Darryl Lonson had friends and they would most certainly try to confront him. Once they did, Samus would intervene and tell them who'd killed their friend, and they would spread the name further than it had previously been known. So simply put, Samus Aran was getting some exposure.