A/N – This story just came to my mind after hearing about the new movie coming out of 'Predators' coming out in July in England. But then my mind got racing and rethinking and I just had to type it up. Tell me what you think, and be patient with updates and chapters. Exams on Alright, for those who don't know what 'Wraith' are, go check them out on Stargate Atlantis. Yet another hot alien race
Disclaimer - I do not own the Predators or Wraith.
Summary – The galaxies' three greatest breeds of hunter are thrown into a sadistic game and become hunted them-selves. Can they work together and gain their freedom? And who is the mysterious flaming haired vixen of female, who seems to steal each of their hearts?
"Time to wake up, great hunters of the beyond" cooed an impudent, yet boastful shrew of a man's voice over the intercom, wired throughout the whole cell block of the ice cold metal space behemoth.
Overbearing artificially light flooded the previous darkness of the cell deck, causing some of the current captives to groan due to visual pain. Soon the whole deck was lit up, revealing each of the captive prisoners to each other. A group of humans in one cell, in their makeshift armour of metal and leather, with guns, knives and various other weapons strapped to their muscular toned forms, but they couldn't compete with the small pack of Predators in the cell next to them. The Predators stood up to seven feet tall, easily towering over the humans with their massive physiques, set in armour, fishnets and polished skulls and bones. In an opposite cell was a handful of Wraith. Tall, strong, green skinned humanoids wrapped up in solid black leather with snow white hair and feeding slits in their hands with sucked the life out of other creatures in order to gain nourishments. As soon as the beings became aware of each other, an out of tune harmony of aggressive hisses, growls and shouting began, which was soon drowned out by the familiar voice over the intercom.
"Now, now, my dear hunters. Don't fight. At least, not yet" gleeful sniggered the unseen captor. Silence soon followed as each group turned their attention to the speakers.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Let us out of here, jack-ass, before I pound that speaker into your face!" bellowed one of the humans, straining his dry vocal cords. But when laughter erupted from speakers, all the human could do was narrow his eyes, while the vein on his forehead pulsed with growing rage.
"Typical of your species' nature, eh? Ivan, leader of the human tribe. You're bold, primitive and sometimes just plain idiotic. But that's what makes you so…unique. All species are unique in my eyes. But, out of all other races in the galaxy, three species are the best. The Yautja; strong, brave and honorable. The Wraith; Cunning, skilled and fast. Humans; naturally destructive, merciless and adaptable." The faceless captor went on to say, as his prisoners could do nothing other than to listen to every cynical word that emitted from the intercom.
"And then there's Vixen…"
Curious chitters emitted from the Yautja, where as the Wraith remained silent and glaring. It was the human Ivan leader who spoke out again.
"Who the hell is Vixen? Stop toying with us, Asshole!"
But again the unseen host chuckled, mocking Ivan over the intercom. "Why, Vixen is my champion. The sole survivor of the past five hunts! And my personal favourite of hunters…Welcome your new comrades Vixen. See how long you can keep these ones alive"
Just when Ivan was ready for another outburst, the intercom instead erupted into a small explosion, caused by a stray gun shot, from a cell, at the far end of the deck.
Everyone shifted into an alert stance, trailing the origin of the shot with their eyes, until they landed onto a single figure, sat quite comfortable against the cell wall, with a smoking blaster gun still aimed in mid air.
With a huff of irrational the figure stood, holstering the weapon before hooking a single length of chain upon a single chain link on the cell ceiling. In doing so, the being revealed it's form. And it was a female.
In the cell, alone, stood a lone human female, with wild and curly shocking scarlet red hair, and piercing ice blue eyes, with an inhuman glow. An array of white skinned scars littered her barely clothed honey skinned form, along with various weapons, most of which were hand made by the looks of it. In a narrowed, feline glare she seemed to scan each and every one of her 'fellow hunters'. Soon a soulless and mocking smile grew upon her lips, and with a shallow shake of her head, she uttered heart stopping, cold words.
"Welcome to the game…Welcome to hell"
Without a moment's notice the floors of the cells began to open right under their feet. While the other captives quickly moved aside to stay on the disappearing floors, where as the young human female, clung onto the chain, dangling over the opening space, scanning the land below as the ship was still in motion. When she spotted her target she released her hold on the chain and simply dropped out of sight, plummeting below at high speed, despite wind resistance. And soon, when there was no floor left I which to stand upon the rest of the hunters fell, crashing through grey clouds while harsh air entered their lungs, which felt like burning flames and slicing lashes in their inner beings.
Many of the humans screamed as they fell, but the Yautjas and Wraith took notice of the red headed female's actions. She was falling, face first, with arms at side and legs tightly together, causing her to fall faster and faster, like a bullet in mid motion. All for a purpose. Right below them was a still, sickly blue lake. Ready to accept the falling hunters, and soften their decent. But some of the more foolish of the humans, whom were screaming and flaying their limbs about, would receive the harshest of welcoming from the awaiting water.
Upon making contact and crushing through the cold surface of the lake, icy bitterness soon enthralled their bodies, stealing valuable heat in mere seconds. Below the seemingly eerie calm of the water laid a cruel darkness of water below, giving almost zero visibility. The Wraith and Yautjas with their advanced sight did have an advantage, But Ivan spotted the flare of red hair in the water and followed it to the surface, dragging his men with him. By the time they reached the surface, gasping for air, the red head was already on land, drying off in a very canine way, without a care for the other hunters around her.
Heavily panting Ivan threw his men to the shore and stalked forward, coming up behind the female, but just as he was about to speak in his booming, yet not raspy voice, she flung her wet blood red locks back over her shoulder, and into his face. It stung, almost like a slap of a scorned woman, which seemed as cold and bitter as her smile. And to add insult to injury, she simply carried on walking, as if she wasn't even aware of him.
The vein on Ivan's forehead was about to burst. In his flare of male egotistical rage Ivan cocked his gun from his hip and shot out three rounds, narrowly missing the female's head. The bullets slammed into the trunk of a near tree with such an impacted, it echoed out into the rest of the forest.
Instantly the female turned to him, glaring with anger in her eyes.
"You fool! You'll give our position away!" she hissed bitterly, marching straight up to Ivan, flashing her blunt fangs in a snarl.
"What the hell are you going on about? And what the hell is going on here? Who was that whacko on the speaker? Who the hell are you? And Just what the hell are we doing here?" Roared Ivan, waving his hands, and gun in the air.
The fiery female just cocked her brow up, with a bored expression plastered on her face.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? …How stupid has the human race become?" she grumbled, shaking her head.
"Quite..." Answered a Wraith, in a snigger, as water droplets gently dripped off his snow white hair and black leather trench coat. His fellow Wraith sniggered as well, but soon hissed at the humans, whom had drawn their weapons. The Yautjas however remained back, watching the Wraith and humans stand off, as well as the flaming haired female, with curious intent.
With a sigh, she walked in between the three groups, beckoning their attention.
"Listen, and listen well, because I'm only going to explain this once. You are on the planet Tortuga. Roughly 197 million square miles of jungle land. My name is Vixen, and the whacko, was Dr. Facilier, a mad scientist with a sick and twisted sense of humor. And the purpose of all of us being here is simple. We are to be hunted down and killed by whatever the good Dr. sends after us as part of his experiments…the bloody bastard…" Vixen explained almost casually. She had gone through this before, time and time again. But she knew, this time would be no different from before. There would be death. Chaos, carnage and blood. No matter how goods these new hunters were, they'd all eventually die…
A few of the Yautjas chittered to them-selves. Never before had they been the hunted. The experience was both thrilling in a small way, but also insulting. Eventually the largest of the Yautjas males came forward, stalking over Vixen, with the sun gleaming off his scratched helmet and armor, while his polished skulls decorated on his body glowed in the sunlight.
"You have taken part in these hunts before, female?" He asked, in a deep, rumbling voice, in which soon become robotic as his translator reconfigured his words into Vixen's language, allowing her to understand.
She nodded, almost regretfully.
"Five years running…and still it doesn't get old. But the rules are still the same"
"Rules?" He chittered curiously
She shrugged slightly "there are rules in a way. My rules… If you want to live, you stay together. Yet…not all together, stay in small groups, you have better chances of staying alive" She explained, returning to speaking to all the other fellow hunters
"To the East are acidic swamp lands. To the West are volcanic valleys. To the North is the mountains and to the South…you don't want to know. Your best chance is to go to the Mountains tops; from there you can see the whole reserve. If you can see the base and get there before it moves and resettles than your home free. You have a few good hours before it moves, but don't travel after sunset. That's a death wish with those hounds running around" She stated, pointing in certain directions, and soon checking her sharp, inhuman nails after, seemingly out of boredom, waiting for the information to sink into the minds of her new 'comrades'.
One of the humans chuckled slightly, cocking his heavy machine gun up and settling it upon his wide shoulders. "Hounds? We can handle a bunch of mutts"
Vixen's eyes flared again at the arrogant human male
"You're on another planet, in the presence of two other alien beings and you think the Dr. is just going to send out a pack on mangy mongrels to hunt us? You idiot, the 'hounds' are mutated beings, genetically altered again and again until they're 'perfect'. You go out at night, and your ass is their new chew toy" Vixen bit out
The human male, Gunner, as he was so ironically called, gulped slightly. Even if Vixen was smaller than him, she was as sure as well intimidating as she was beautiful, depite all her scars. Even the lash like scar going across over her right eye was cute in a way, when slightly wriggled with her narrowed gaze.
Gunner soon drowned out her ranting, and just stared wonton-ing-ly at her small form. Being a part of Ivan's galactic bounty hunting tribe meant having little contact with other humans especially females…
What could he do? He was a male after all. He couldn't help drooling abit. And her lack of covering clothing didn't help
Vixen noticed the small faint blush across Gunner's features, as well as the trail of drool rolling down his chin. It was sickening. If only he knew what horrors were about to come. Then he'd focus… But perhaps there was another way
In a strange language she hissed words that would make even a Yautja blush, and suddenly launched her knee right up into his groin, causing him to double over and clutch his wounded manhood, while emitting groans of pain.
Vixen looked quite proud, and yet again began her decent into the feral jungle.
"Well?" she called over her shoulder at the fellow hunters "Night comes in a few hours. And that mountain won't climb it's-self"
"And you expect us to follow you, Female?" Hissed one of the Wraith, appearing to be the leader, as he was slightly bigger, and bore a tattoo on his high left cheek bone. His snow white braids were wrestled into a high pony tail, and his golden slit cat like eyes were glaring at Vixen, while his small set of fangs were bared. His large hand was stretched out and flexing, obliviously itching to feast upon the sweet nectar of her life-force.
But Vixen just flashed a grin at the green skinned male.
"You don't have much of a choice, Mr. green-man. I've survived these hunts, five times in a row. So obviously I must be doing something right. Duh. Now shut up and follow me if you want to live" she cooed sharply, yet still full of spunk
And with that, she was gone. Lost in the collage of trees and plants.
The Yautjas, without much commotion followed, along with the Wraith soon after, who grumbled to them-selves due to their damaged pride. But the groups made sure to keep their distance from each other, while the humans trailed behind, after Gunner could finally get to his feet.
Whilst walking amongst the heavy foliage of the wild jungle, each hunter took their time, surveying the others. Many of the Yautjas took interest in the scars decorated of Vixen's back. In their culture they were a mark of honor, and they mentally assumed each had their on story, Stories they would be interested to hear. Two were particularly interesting. One looked like a shooting star, exploding out in white hardened skin upon her upper back and shoulders. It was a mark the Wraith were familiar with, but they stayed silent, and kept their thoughts to them-selves. The other, over lapped the lower region of the first scar, and took the form of three large diagonal lashes, almost like an animal's claw mark. But no creature, to the Yautjas knowledge at least, could have left such a deep and horrendous claw mark…at least…not yet. One could always learn something from a hunt.
And it seemed one could learn much from the mysterious huntress, Vixen…But could any of them live long enough to put their teachings to good use?
Only time would tell…
A/N – hoped you enjoyed. Sorry if future posts take a while. And tell me what you think