Predators
By Caladhiel Alcarin
Chapter 1
Freefalling
Royce's POV
I'd had dreams of falling before, but I usually woke up. I didn't wake up this time. I was plummeting to the ground. I had a parachute but the damn thing wouldn't open! I was getting closer and closer to the ground. I screamed and then the chute opened. I was still falling too fast. I fell through the trees and then hit the ground hard.
Jasmina's POV
I'd gone parachuting before, but the chute usually opened when you wanted it to.I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes. I heard a click and it opened. I opened one and found myself slowly floating down into the trees. I was still falling really fast so I hit the ground harder than I would have liked.
"Hijo de puta!" I snarled.
I got up and rubbed the back of my neck. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, when I heard gunfire. It was very close so I went to find it.
Royce's POV
I put my gun to the man's head.
"Please stop doing that."
He slowly put his hands up.
"You're shooting at the wrong people."
"How do I know?"
He was Russian.
"Because otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?"
He nodded and I took the gun away. He stood up and pat his chest.
"Nikolai. I mean…I'm Nikolai."
"What's the last thing you remember Nikolai?"
"I can remember the war, yeah, the fighting. I was part of the Chechnya, and then there was a light, a bright light and the then I woke up and I was-"
"Falling."
I looked at my Mexican companion.
"Same thing. I was in Baja. Next thing I know I'm waking up and chingao."
"Where are we?"
I saw a something out of the corner of my eye. A woman was standing there. She had a goddamn sword in her hand.
"Maybe she knows."
They all turned and she held the sword up.
"Oh man, I wouldn't mess with that."
I looked at the Mexican.
"She's one of them ghosts. Beautiful, but quick, fast and fucking deadly. She's like one a them sirens."
I rolled my eyes and looked at her.
"You wanna lower the weapon?"
She smirked but didn't move. She looked at the Mexican.
"¿Dónde estamos?"
I was confused.
"She wants to know where we are."
I turned back to her.
"I was gonna ask you the same question."
She walked forward a bit. She really was beautiful. She had blue eyes which was unusual for a Mexican woman.
"¿Quién es el hombre de ojos verdes?"
"She wants to know who you are."
I looked back at her but didn't say anything. She arched a brow and then chuckled.
"Dile a los ojos verdes que vi más paracaídas."
"She says she saw more parachutes."
I stepped forward and she raised the sword. I stopped and looked into her eyes.
"Where?"
"Por que?"
I knew enough to know she said why.
"So I can find out who threw me out of a fucking airplane."
She nodded and put the sword away.
"Lo suficientemente justo. Sígueme."
She turned and started to walk off.
"She wants us to follow her."
I sighed but I knew I didn't have a choice. Although, I couldn't help but look at her fine ass as I followed. Perfectly shaped. I smirked and then she stopped. I quickly looked away and she turned.
"Sé que estás mirando los ojos verdes."
The man started to laugh and she winked at me.
"She knows you're staring. She's also taken to calling you Green Eyes."
"Bueno, tiene hermosos ojos verdes." (Well he does have beautiful green eyes.)
He laughed even harder but he wouldn't translate. I growled and we kept going.