Predators: Most Dangerous Game

Prologue

Serberus would have never imagined this would be how he'd die. Fleeing in terror from a pursuer he could not even see.

For hours now, the Septarian criminal had been trying to evade his sudden attacker's onslaught against him on the planet of Quintessa, where he, at first, assumed the native Sharkticons would be his biggest concern. Worst case scenario, he'd get caught and be sent before a Quintesson judge to be put on trial to determine his guilt or innocence. Not that it would matter seeing as though the Quintessons had a habit of executing their defendants regardless, but given his strength and regeneration powers, Serberus assumed that this new home he picked out would not give him much trouble.

Then, the snarling began.

An eerie, clicking, animalistic snarl caught Serberus' attention instantly. He swiftly turned around, expecting a group of Sharkticons behind him, but was shocked to find nothing but the rocky-yet-metallic landscape of Quintessa. Perplexed, he proceeded on his way as if nothing happened, assuming that he was hearing things.

But then, the snarling continued.

Now more irritated than confused, he lashed his arm out in an attempt to strike his stalker, only to swat nothing but the air around him. He then let out a snarl of his own, a much more agressive one, in an attempt to ward off anyone who may be following him.

This would prove to be a futile gesture when he felt a swift pain in his right arm, then a sudden loss of feeling from it...before he turned to see it fall to the ground, severed from his shoulder.

Serberus' reptilian eyes widened in a mixture of emotions. Shock, pain, but most surprising of all...fear. Of course, not from the thought of losing his arm since it had already started growing back, even if it did hurt like hell regardless. No. From being caught blindsighted by an invisible attacker.

Once again, the Septarian swung his left arm in an attempt to strike the one who did this, but to no avail, as the snarling continued on. Once he heard it, he turned to the source of it and saw what appeared to be two lenses flashing a bright white for half of a second. Roaring defiantly, Serberus charged towards where he saw the lenses and lunged forward in an effort to tackle this invisible force, only to land on the ground harshly, having struck nothing, all while that same clicking noise practically mocked him.

It seemed there was no other option. As much as it hated Serberus to admit this to himself, especially as a former member of Toffee's army, he needed to run. And run he did, despirately trying to find cover as, all of a sudden, blue bolts of energy started flying towards him, exploding as they hit the ground once the monster evaded them.

It was quite ironic, actually. He had come to this world in an attempt to save his life. Back in Mewni, he had tried to avenge Toffee's defeat by attempting to assassinate the one responsible, Queen Moon Butterfly. Alas, he was caught, tried and found guilty all in the same day. However, knowing he was either going to be sent to a guillotine or crystalized by Rhombulus for all of eternity, he escaped confinment, stole a pair of dimensional scissors and fleed to Quintessa. But, instead of finding a new life here, he may have inadvertently signed his own death warrant.

So, in one last attempt to save his life, once the snarling had ceased, he grabbed his dimensional scissors, knowing he had to find a new world to call home. But, right before he could open a portal, two long, curved blades shot out of his chest, causing him to drop the tool only after making a small cut in the fabric of reality. Serberus let out a gasp in pain as he was then lifted upward, the blades being his only support. Then, something reached inside the inscision and grabbed his spine.

It was then that the Septarian knew that this was the end, and rather dying honorably on the battlefield, he was going to die a coward.

That was the last thing on his mind before the invisible force pulled both his spine and skull out of his body, Serberus' bloodied husk falling to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Thanks to his brain no longer being able to operate, there was no regeneration to save him now. Once the spine had finally stopped quivering, the cloaking field surrounding the invisible force faded, revealing a tall, masked alien with dreadlocks, a shoulder cannon on its left shoulder pad and the blades now coming from a gauntlet on its right arm.

As the alien held its trophy in its left hand by the spine, its attention turned to the tear in reality Serberus had made, then to the scissors on the ground. Letting out a curious snarl, it bent down and picked them up with its free hand before spreading the blades and slipping one through the cut. The creature then pulled the tool downward, causing the tear to be sliced even further.

Surprised, the creature jolted backwards slightly. What kind of tool was this? Where did the creature it was hunting come from? What did this sudden portal lead to? These were the thoughts that plagued the alien's mind before it sliced downward even further, causing the portal to widen. Whatever this tool it had found was, it knew that its brethren needed to know about it.

For once they learn how to use them, the Predators' hunt will have been expanded even further.

DISCLAIMER: Predator is owned by Fox, Star vs the Forces of Evil is owned by Disney and Transformers is owned by Hasbro.