Quick, but Long Note: I bet I know what y'all are thinking, 'Oh geez, why is she writing ANOTHER damn story, the crazy heifer!" or I'm gonna guess something along those lines, but to answer that question… I honestly couldn't help it. I've got a hundred of different stories running amuck in my head and there are only a few times I can actually get some of them on paper or computer as the case may be. Another thing, this story may be cliché, but I will try my damndest to make my characters as un-Mary-sue as possible, but I'll need anyone that decided to read this story's help. Now onto the Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING you may recognize. That includes, but is not limited to, the Yaut'ja race, the Xenomorph/Kainde Amedha race, Weyland-Yutani, ect. I do own the characters that my fucked up mind gave birth too, so please don't use them without permission, no matter how much they may as you too. And please don't sue, instead sit back, relax, and maybe enjoy this most likely piece of crap story that I came up with.
"Alert. Alert. Code Red. Subject 'X-6-6-X' has escaped from Cell Block 6. All military personnel report to Wing C for orders and weapons. All civilian personnel please evacuate the compound in an orderly fashion. Alert. Alert. Code Red…" A computerized female voice droned from the speakers on the ceiling and walls of the compound while red lights flashed from the corners. Men and women in white lab coats rushed through the halls, heading towards the nearest escape route while men in army fatigues pushed them aside as they headed in the opposite direction, towards Wing C of the compound. The scientists and other faculty pushed and pulled their way out of the building, panic clear in their movements and cries.
Bright silver-blue eyes watched the chaos warily from the safely behind the door of an empty room, waiting for the last of the civilian faculty to disappear from this wing of the compound. The owner of the silver-blue eyes, an extremely tall girl that looked no older than fourteen years old, peered around the door, only to duck back into hiding when a small group of men in green camouflage rushed past her hiding space. The girl's upper lip curled in fury, but she waited until her sensitive ears could no longer hear the soldiers' footsteps before she darted from behind the door and into the now abandoned hallway.
The tall girl's silver-blue eyes flickered left and right, only briefly touching on the nameplates that marked each door in the hall. Suddenly, she skidded to a halt in front of a door marked 'D-8' in blocky, bold black. The girl twisted the doorknob only to snarl and slam the palm of her hand against the door when the knob refused to turn. Taking a few steps back, the girl slammed the heel of her barefoot into the door, just below the knob. It took three tries before the sound of metal snapping resonated through the corridor. The sparsely dressed girl only spared a quick glance down either direction of the corridor before slipping inside the room.
"Alright listen up men!" A large, burly man dressed in military camouflage commanded, glaring at the large group of men currently gearing up and gathering weapons, "This is not a seek and restrain mission. Subject is said to be extremely hostile and dangerous. Permission to eliminate the threat has been granted."
The man, clearly the General, gave his men a hard look, "Shoot to kill."
"Sir, yes, sir!" The men shouted in unison.
The general nodded, "I want teams of five. Split up and search the entire compound. Keep constant radio contact."
The room the girl had broken into was dark, except for the faint glow coming from computer terminals and other machinery that was strewn about the room. Fortunately for the girl, the lack of light did not hinder her eyesight or her ability to find the objects she was searching for.
She rushed around the dark room, collecting what appeared to be some kind of metal armor from tables and even weapons from a storage closet. It only took the girl a few more minutes to strap the pieces of armor to her body, adjusting some of them because they were made more a being much larger than her. Finally, she hooked most of the weapons she had gathered on to various places on her armored body, keeping a cylindrical object in her right hand.
With a fierce snarl, the girl ran from the room to begin her search for something much more important than the armor and weapons.
The general surveyed his men as they finished suiting up and loading their weapons, some placing extra ammo in their pockets. Once it was clear they had all finished, the general gave a single nod and command.
"Move out."
The general watched as ten teams of five soldiers marched out of the armory.
"God help us all." He muttered to himself, before follow his own team out of the room.
The girl gave a vicious snarl and slammed a fist into the wall of the corridor to express her frustration. She had already checked two wings of the compound with no results and she was beginning to fear that she would never find what she was looking for before the soldiers found her. The girl quickly shook those thoughts from her head and continued down the hall, her eyes trained on the nameplates and her ears tuned in for any sounds.
Silver-blue eyes catching a nameplate that looked promising, the girl kicked the door in, hissing in barely suppressed fury when she saw the room was empty except for a bunch of equipment. The tall girl ducked out of the room and continued down the corridor at a rapid pace, only to freeze mid-step when a muffled wail of agony reached her sensitive ears. The girl whirled around and charged the door that the noise had come from with an animalist roar escaping her throat.
The girl's blood began to boil as her rage became an almost palpable thing when she saw what was happening inside the room she had charged into. With a shriek of rage, the girl lunged, the cylindrical object in her hand extending into a spear almost six feet long.
Author's Note: Yeaaah…. I hope this is actually good, since it just kinda came to me while I was at work, so I just started writing everything down on a piece of printer paper and then a paper towel when I ran out of room on the paper. Anyway, I'll post the next chapter in a day or two because I'm uploading this one at almost 1 in the morning.
Oh, this story, like my other predator/alien story, is somewhat inspired by the amazing works of Stupe, 666CrescentMoonDemon666, and blacktalon117. I highly suggest you go check out their stories if you are interested in Predator/Alien fanfics. I also recommend Gray Huntress's story Paya's Housebecause it is freaking amazing. Seriously, go check them out.