Alien Means Home

The night was cold, and the rock hard ground was not forgiving on my skin. I had been laying here for 6 hours. The only thing I was gripping onto was the metal frame of a L115A3, every hour or so I would take a couple of seconds to brake, readjusting my eyes before returning to gazing down the scope again, my mission, to assonate Ukraine, a Russian mob leader that had flown here to Afghanistan to wait for the news to calm down in America of his recent mass killings. I was given no other information apart from photos and this location. I have been waiting for a black Nissan ever since, only one.

2 more hours had past and it was getting darker, I could hear the far off howls of some Coyotes behind me. Then, finally some action, in the distance appeared the car leaving behind in its trail a dust cloud. It was the one. I adjusted my stance, laying down closer to the ground and followed the car with my scope, even through the tinted windows I could tell that a body guard was driving. I waited, they stopped. I quickly adjusted my weapon, taking in the distance and wind resistance.

Everything was perfect, the car door swung open, and out stepped Ukraine, he paused and looked suddenly towards me as if he could see me right in front of him, I was startled by this. He looked away as another two men joined his side. They walked by either side of him towards the small local town consisting of mud brick houses, I waited and waited and just as he turned enough to be seen I pulled the trigger, the sniper pulled back at tremendous force, the rush of energy I felt pulsed through my veins as the bullet cut through the air, bursting open Ukraine's head with an eruption of vibrant red blood filling the air, hitting him harder than a .44 Magnum.

That was the last moment I spent on earth. And it was celebrated with a death. From that point on, my life would never be the same.

I opened my eyes slowly...everything a blur...The blue sky surrounding me, clouds, out of reach. My eyes wide open. I screamed my lungs filling in with the rushing of the air around me. I'm falling. I turned around and saw the ground moving in closer and closer to me. I flipped and turned in the air violently, unable to stay calm. I screamed louder but no one was there to hear. The free falling feeling was terrifying. It felt like I was watching my soon to be death in slow motion. Like the last living memories I would ever have. Below me was an Amazon. Masses amounts of trees and that was all I could see.

I looked down at my body hoping to see some sort of parachute. A bright red flashing object that was strapped to my chest beeped faster and faster followed by a strong jerking motion pulling my body up strongly and roughly so most of the wind was knocked out of me. I looked up great fully to see the parachute above me, slowing me down. My heart beating faster I took deep breaths trying to slow my breathing down. My whole body was shaking as I held tight of my harness so hard my hands turned white. All I could do was wait and brace myself for the landing. And I waited. I closed my eyes and tried to shield my head with my arms.

There was silence like time was frozen... The silence was soon followed by a defining crunch, as I hit the branches of the trees. I felt them give way beneath me and brake. My body stinging and ached as the branches cut my skin. I then felt a hard wall slam up against me. I stopped. I waited to keep falling but I didn't. I opened my eyes to see the wall was the ground. I didn't move, I was too scared to see which bones I had broken. I slowly looked around. There was no sound of any birds here. I slowly moved my hands up and pushed slowly at the ground. My body lifted off it easily than I thought. I shakily got up to my feet, my heart still pounding. I check over myself for any open cuts. Some small scratches were along my arms and they were bleeding slightly buy that was all. I looked up at the parashoth and tugged at the harness around my waist.

As I tried to undo the belts I noticed I was still wearing the clothes I was wearing in Afghanistan. I had been set up; the whole mission was a failure. Ukraine must be behind this, it explains him directly looking at me, even when I was 1400 meters away. Then who did I kill? My thoughts lead to a wild place, what if he wasn't looking at me, what if he saw something else? I thought this while surveying the area. This jungle was quite. No sounds were to be herd. It was unnatural. I immediately checked what was in my pockets. I felt relief as I pulled out my phone. But another horrible sinking feeling crept back into me as it didn't even turn on. "Strange" I said to myself. It was working this morning, and there were no visible scratches from the fall. The only other items I had was a half empty packet of 'Juicy chewing gum', and my wallet...Great help that's going to be.

I looked down at my wrist watch. The time said 1 am in the morning... that can't be right. Looking up at the sun it was at least 11 in the morning. That was the first of many strange events that were occurring. Not only was the time out but according to the date at least 3 weeks have passed since my mission, I changed over to the compass... It was spinning around in circles. The magnetic needle must be broken because this simply isn't possible.

I walked up to the parachute hoping to find some label giving me any hints to who the fuck threw me out of an airplane.

Nothing... No brand name or label. But as I examined it the more strange it looked. I had only jumped out of a plane once in my life and that was when I graduated from high school. And the parachute did not look like this. This one was shaped differently. The bit that was strapped around my chest was...glowing red. If this was some sort of prototype gadget I was 100% certain that it did not belong to the states government.

Maybe another operation, if so this was a test, judging by the faulty pull timing. That was when I saw a strange symbol, hidden behind the straps. It looked like Chinese writing but different. Like Chinese crossed Arabic in style. Not helping me much I turned away from the parachute. I did not feel alone in this jungle as I had been alone for most my life, if anything things got done quicker and more efficient that way. As it was at least 40 degrees here I un-zipped my jacket and tied it around my waist so that my white short t-shirt could keep me cooler. I also took off my pants so that my shorts could do the same. I saw a rotting log a couple of meters away; I sat down on it to gather my thoughts. Whoever did this had bothered to transport me from the US to this Amazon...I looked up at the sky. They also managed to kidnap me right after a mission...But why?


OK! First chapter up! Sorry about the really slow start! I promise it will really get more action packed you'll see! This isn't going to be a complete word for word of the latest Predator movie, 'Predators'. I will be adding all sorts of bits in from all the movies including Alien of course!

WHATS TO COME! OMG!

A major amount of an introduction to our main character and a character list of every character you will read about! Woo! (actors and such for the story) Also! When our main character comes in contact with the other survivors she doesn't stick with the group and she encounters a completely different experience. So it's a long chapter! :)

(this is my first time at writing for fan fiction! I'm only doing this because writing is fun and I actually started this 2 years ago with about 10 other stories that I plan to write endings to) :D
Also if you haven't guessed already I'm a massive sci-fi fan and I thought fan fiction needed some more Predator and Alien storeys because they rock.

PS This is also my first time writing about a sniper. I don't know much about guns so, :P I fail so hardcore.