Chapter:1

#I don't own Alien Vs Predator, Artemis Fowle or any of these two fantastic works franchise#

The boy was running, always running, you had to keep on the move to keep alive out here. Out on planet DT-719 which was currently locked in a battle for supremacy between the Xenomorphs and the human colony. So far they were fairly even at the moment. But that could change very quickly.

The boy was about 14, shaggy dark brown hair, navy blue eye and small build. His right eye was missing, and he had lost about 3 fingers and 2 toes. He also had a huge scar across his face. He also had his left arm for the elbow down and he had what looked like a synthetics arm replacing the missing piece of flesh and bone. He had black T shirt on, dark brown board shorts and a floppy hat. All the clothing was tattered and worn.

The boys family had been killed a few years ago. And the colony wouldn't take him in again as they thought he had killed his family. So he had to develop survival skills in order to stay alive. Keeping on the move, travelling light, hunting for food without using his gun and scavenging for things that might be useful.

He stopped for the night and climbed a nearby tree which was very tall. The boy had a pair of spiked boots that he had gotten of a dead tree lopper who was from the colony which he put on. He made it up about half way and pulled his backpack off his shoulders.

He sat down with a sigh and grabbing his winter jacket which he had stolen from a home. It was as worn as his other cloths and he put it on. Then he grabbed out a emergency blanket with was torn and worn. As it is hot and humid during the day but it was really cold at night you had to adapt to keep alive.

Once the boy had covered himself with the blanket he grabbed out of his bag some leftover cooked remains of some creature that was a cross between an antelope and a triceratops. He began to chew on the small piece he cut off with his knife.

He had two knives one was a 6 inch combat knife and the other was a 12 inch butchers knife. Both were sharpened really well. But they were useless in actual combat as the Xenomorphs had acid blood, the predators that came here ever so often wore armour that protected most the vitals and the humans usually wore some kind of armour that could easily deflect a knife.

So he just used the knifes for cutting up meat or killing food. The boy finished his meat and grabbed a tin canine of water out of his backpack and took a few sips. The water tasted dirty and fowl but it was water so he drank it. It was long since dark but the boy had quite good night vision so it really didn't worry him.

He then grabbed out a motion detector and set it up. He then put it on a branch a few centimetres above his head. And then he loaded his gun and put it on his chest and soon fell asleep. The motion detector went off a few hours later and the boy awakened instantly.

He got up and turned off the sound on the detector and looked as to where the movement was coming from. Most of the time it was just animals and birds going past, but he checked every one because it meant the difference between life or death.

Then he saw that the detector was interceding movement on the ground about 40 feet below. He then switched it off in case whatever it was it could not detect him. He then quite grabbed a Predator faceplate out of his bag. He had gotten it off a dead Predator and had fiddled with it to see if it was useful. He had found that the helmet was relatively simple and easy to use one you figured it out.

He connected the helmet to his face and turned it on. He then made it go though to x-ray vision. The boy then finding nothing switched it over to heat vision. And then he saw it. A heat blob that looked like a human and then another blob which was predator looking.

The predator was obviously cloaked, because the human was walking ahead of the hunter without a care in the world. The human looked like a marine of some kind. As the boy watched the hunter snuck up behind the marine.

The man seemed to realise something was wrong and had stopped and looked about him and held his rifle in the fire potion. It was too late as the hunter had already sliced his wrist blades thought the man chest.

He screamed and died a few seconds later. The predator then cut the guys head off and put it in a net bag. He then did a sweep of the area and lucky didn't look up and left toward the human colony so it seemed.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and after waiting half and hour to make sure the alien was gone the boy climbed down the tree and went to the headless corpse and grabbed a few ration bars and a bottle of water off him. The boy had been bothered by searching corpses when he first lived out in the wild but now he never was bothered by it.

He also grabbed a few batteries and some bullets for his pistol as It was standard marine pistol. He then climbed back up the tree and pulled the faceplate off and put it and the rest of the stuff into his bag. He turned the motion sensor back on and fell asleep again.