Author's note: Hey everyone, this is my Predator story including an OC. I'll try to keep it in the T rating, but if that should change I will inform via author's note. I'll will be updating the next chapter soon. Please leave feed back, I'd really appreciate that. Hope you enjoy it, and happy reading.

Disclaimer: Drugs mentioned.

They watched, carefully choosing the perfect prey for their game, the hunt.

A Failure

Seles tossed and turned in her bed, trying her best to fall back asleep. It was useless, her sleeping problems and the light shining straight at her from the window would not let her drift back into dreamland. Waking up was particularly painful today. Her body ached and she felt the need to vomit. Trying her best to ignore those feelings, she crawled out of bed and walked over to the bedroom window.

Its mid-July, which meant her birthday was just in a few days. Seles chose to ignore the damn thing this year. She was turning 26 and didn't feel the need to celebrate that. She opened her window, warm sun rays and the fresh air outside entered her room. Weather was perfect, a cool summer breeze from the forest caressed her face.

She rented a summer home in Montana, right by the woods. This is just what she needed, silence her everyday world. She wanted to get away from the city and her life that was slowly crushing her as days passed by. This was probably not a long-term solution to her problems, but it would have to do for now.

'There is no sense in letting this beautiful day go to waste.' she thought.

No wasting any more time, she grabbed her backpack, opened it, and began packing: an extra pair of socks, a warmer jacket, few boxes of matches, a switchblade knife, two bottles of water, and a compass.

She had learned from previous trips to the forest that no matter what, those items are crucial to have with you. "It's better to be safe than sorry." Seles reminded herself.

She slid into her light brown combat pants, a pair of socks and black combat boots which were perfect for the kind of terrain the forest. She slipped a plain black t-shirt over her head and looped a black leather belt around her hips. Her chestnut hair was messy from the night. She loosely braided her hair into two braids.

She looked in the mirror and almost didn't recognize the person in front of her. Seles had dark shadows underneath her eyes, her skin was pale and her once lush hair was messy and tangled. The braids were just fine but her bangs and hair that was too short to be braided fell over her face, thus causing her eyes to look even more tired. She swept her bangs to the side. It was barley morning but already she felt drained out completely. Shaking her head at herself, she let out a huff of annoyance. She certainly had seen better days.

"Seriously?" she said raising her arms in question at the reflection before her. She spun away from the mirror and walked over to her nightstand. There was just one thing to do before she left.

Shooting up was her weakly routine for some time now. Back home she's usually too busy with work to let herself enjoy such activity in peace. It slows her down which ultimately shows up in her work. It didn't matter though, her job meant nothing to her, nothing. Here she was free to shoot up as much as she wanted not having to worry about everyday responsibly.

After the little session in the bedroom, she made her way into the kitchen where she prepared three sandwiches. Two of them she packed for today's trip while nibbling at the third one. Tossing the backpack onto her back she walked out of the house, locking the door, and heading towards the woods.

Sunlight barley broke out from the leaves surrounding her. Seles wondered the vast forest grounds, trying not to get too far from the main trail. Occasionally stopping to take sips from her water bottle. It reminded her of the childhood that seemed so far away now. Minus her addiction. Yes, she accepted it, even called it by its name. She felt waves of heat coming over her. The drug was kicking in intensely just as she was taking her last sip of water. The river should be close, she'll fill up the bottles there and without hesitation, she took her last sip of water.

"My name is Seles, and I am addicted to heroin," surprised she said that out loud, she mentally laughed at her own words.

Her thoughts were interrupted by something brown and furry that flashed by. She must have startled something when she spoke. She stopped her steady pace and let her eyes wonder around. Finally she saw a squirrel right before one of the trees. The little critter stood on its back legs observing her.

Seles stood still, turning her head to the side, now facing the little woodland creature, smiling to herself. Slowly, she fixed her posture, now standing straight and tall. Positioning her left arm straight as if she was holding a bow, she pulled her other arm back at a 45 angle. Balanced, she stood like that for a few seconds, imagining she was holding her weapon. The creature scurried away up in the tree just as Seles pretended to release the arrow that was a figment of her imagination. She stood like this for a few more seconds before continuing down the trail.

She was once a promising star of archery. Olympic gold was her future- at least her parents and coach saw it. She was at the wrong place and around the wrong crowd. Got addicted to coke, and quickly after came heroin. The devil's blood, she called it. Just days before the NFAA World Archery Festival she failed her medical exam. Drugs were found in her blood and urine, which resulted in her not being able to take part in the festival. Rumor had it that some serious talent scout had an eye on her, that festival was supposed to jump-start her sport's career. Long story short, her parents, coach, and everyone were disappointed. No one expected her to go down like this. Hell, she didn't either. This marked her in the archery society and what was her promising future at once, had to become only a hobby. She applied for an office job and tried to start over again.

The river was close, she could hear water rustling not too far away. When she finally got there, she filled up her two water bottles and chose the best rock to rest on. She completely lost herself in her memories. After few minutes of relaxing in the sun something startled Seles.

"Something isn't right,"

The ground shook slightly, yet enough for her to hear it now more clearly. Gradually, leafs around her began to swoosh as the forceful wind stirred them around. She abruptly got up and searched with her sight what was causing this commotion. For a second she stood in awe. Not around her, but above, an enormous aircraft was slowly covering the sun.

"This can't be real!" she shouted, shielding her face with her arms as the wind caused by the huge air craft stirred up more leafs. This had to be the drug's doing, creating this horrible vision. When she slowly moved her arms away so that she could see, the aircraft had already covered the entire sunlight that was there before. Its shadow linger all around her. That was the last thing she saw, the last thing she remembered.