So I was going through the DVD library in my house and thinking of what to do next ... thought to myself that I can't do the Predator movies as I already have a verse in it ... then wondered what would happen if I just joined my Verse and the movies together? So ... AVP Torchwood Style ... Predator Ianto style. If you've not read part one Predatory Nature you will not know that Ianto is now part Predator and he and Jack have a son called Tucker. Rumtuck is the Predator whose heart Ianto now lives with in his chest. Maddy is the name of the Predator who saved Ianto, Rumtuck's sister who chose him as the recipient of the heart. You do not need to have read the first part to enjoy this one ... but maybe go back later eh?
So ... this is an Alternate Universe OK? Not screaming becuase I have Weyland in RL ... this is a Verse where anything can happen with my weird mind.
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1
A glacial ice cover stretches for miles. The last frontier on earth is a harsh land of snow and ice.
Creeping slowly over a graveyard of skeletal remains. Bones and shards of bones protrude from the snow like small flags. And beyond those bones lies blood, darkly rich in color, soaking deep into the once pristine snow. This is fresh blood.
A barn or a structure resembling a barn lives on the edge of the sea covered in snow and surrounded by enormous tabular icebergs. This structure has been bruised by the hands of time, the weight of endless falling snow that gathers on its roof and the wicked wind of this, the coldest place on earth.
Smoke pours from a chimney.
The "barn" building is surrounded by two smaller buildings on a narrow street in this tiny shack of a town. Smoke rises from boiling kettle drums, a steam engine drives a small conveyor belt endlessly round. There is no sign of human life. Suddenly from nowhere, Borris, a tough, bearded, strapping whaler, appears. He's out of breath as if something has been chasing him but we don't see anything except the terror on his face. He's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and is freezing to death. His hands and arms resemble frozen sausages. They are wickedly frostbitten. The veins on his arms look like long, thin rivers. His face is a deep rich frosted blue.
Borris starts to edge down the main street, sensing that something may be watching him. He passes a smaller shack, through the window a copy of H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds can be seen lying on a desk next to a flickering oil lamp. He hears something. Stops. He looks over to the greenhouse building. He moves towards it. He looks in horror as he sees a Bloody Handprint, frozen on a shattered window pane.
Panicking he runs down a side passage between two larger buildings. He stops not daring to go forward. He slowly starts to back down the alley, until his feet trip across a wooden sledge. Borris falls to the ground amongst the empty dog harnesses. He senses something under the closest building, and peers into the darkness. A movement and then suddenly a sled dog jumps out from the gloom, barking fiercely. The dog is tied to a post. He hastily gets up and backs up into the mess hall.
Borris enters the mess hall, slamming the door shut behind him. He looks up to see, swinging from hooks, harpoons, lances and hatchets. Exhausted. Freezing. He peers into the room. Oil lamps flicker throwing shadows across the walls. Pans boil on the stove, overflowing and spitting. A forgotten kettle steams, ready to whistle. The place is empty.
Then unexpectedly a shadow moves and an ALIEN tail flicks behind him.
Borris does not notice.
We do.
He moves deeper into the mess hall. Forty bowls and drinking jugs sit on the long empty tables prepared for a crew of forty men that are nowhere to be seen.
Borris' eyes do a scan of the entire room but nothing is there. A blur passes in front of a mirror distorting the outline of Borris. Slowly he turns around to find himself staring at something we don't see. He looks up in horror. He backs up, falling over a table bench. He's on the ground. We hear a sharp metallic sound. In the foreground Predator Blades now hellishly frame Borris as he scurries back. He can go no further. He's helpless. The shadow of a Predator spreads over Borris's terrified face. Three laser dots scan across Borris, passing over his face.
In Predator Vision we see Borris, he is frozen with fear. But then the image reforms and scans an area over Borris' shoulder. There is nothing there. The image rescans and reveals a Xenomorph, nearly subliminal imagery. The twin mouths open and prepare to strike. The Alien lunges towards the Predator.
Twin blades on the Predator's wrist come scything down.
Their razor-sharp edges catching the light. Straight toward the Alien.
Another Predator watches Impassively, then turns to the one standing next to her.
"We need to get Brother"
"Agreed"