A/N: Well, hello to everyone who is currently taking their time reading this, for you are much loved :). I have finally finished the prologue, I have never been so happy when it was involved with writing before in my entire life /Tear/! Thank you, Nicole and Peter! I have no idea what you did to help me, but you must have done something amazing, because it was only after you read this chapter, that I was able to finish it!
So, there's not really much to say after that, except that I hope this story is loved, and, if not, at least respected in the eyes of Alien/Predator fans, AvP fans, and InuYasha fans :).
This is dedicated to Nicole and Peter, for the – still questioned – miracle :)!
Disclaimer: If I didn't own Death Note, and I didn't own Fullmetal Alchemist, what could possibly make you think that I do own Aliens/Predator and InuYasha?
The sound of soft crunching could be heard as heavy but swift footsteps crushed the dead leaves acting as foliage. Barren tree branches and bushes parted as the tall black form stalked past them. Occasionally, it would stop, standing upright on its hind legs, and twist its head left to right, then quickly fall back into a hunched position on all fours.
Stepping into the light, the alien appeared skeletal, biomechanical, really, in a glossy, dark, black color; it had a long tail with flat spine ridges and, at the base, a long pointed, spear-like blade, twitching left to right, preparing to strike at any sign of movement. Four long, spindly, bony fingers adorned its strong, bulky hands, appearing to have two middle fingers and two thumbs. An elongated, cylindrical, glossy skull was perched on its bony shoulders. There were no eyes on the head or face, but instead, two rows of long sharp teeth bared, saliva occasionally slipping between them.
Searching for a prey, the grotesque alien would occasionally lift its large head in the air, and then lower it closer to the ground, as though sniffing the scent of an opponent.
Then, out from the top of the tree that the alien had stopped under, a large form jumped at it, knocking the alien off its feet and sending it sprawling to the ground.
Getting back to its feet, the alien hissed menacingly.
The form that had jumped at the alien was now getting to its feet from its crouched position. The attacker was tall, standing at an imposing seven feet, wearing a great deal of metal armor, consisting of a breastplate exposing the midsection, gorgets, pauldrons, spaulders, tassets, greaves, and foot armor. The silver, metallic helmet it wore, gave it an air of hostility – as though the armor and mesh netting all over its green, reptilian-like body wasn't hostile enough.
An odd purring noise – trilling, maybe? – came from the humanoid being, cocking its head to the side as it looked on at the alien being.
The black creature, though, did not seem so curious.
With a mighty push of its hind legs, the alien leapt high and forward, lifting its tail above its head, preparing to impale the beast right through its exposed abdomen.
Too late.
The hunter had seen this coming.
With a flick of its wrist, two large, double-jagged daggers exposed themselves from its armor plated wrist and, with a mighty surge of strength, swung its arm before him, slicing the alien right through the throat before its tail could impale him.
With a quick duck and roll, the imposing creature rolled out of the way of the deceased alien and its blood. It was then that it was out of the way, that it remembered the blood. It's once soft trilling became harsh clicks as it tried – but failed – to wipe the blood off its blades on the grass, only to see it burning away.
Shaking its head and reassuring itself that the weapon was immune to the alien's blood, it stood up and walked to the corpse – not at all surprised that the ground around it had burnt at least three feet – and kneeled down near it's hand.
With a gentle tug, it carefully pried one of the middle fingers off the alien and, carefully checking to make sure all the blood had drained from it, tied it to its belt, where other fingers and skulls and fangs were tied.
After an approving nod and bark, the creature stood up and turned away, walking towards the way the alien had come.
The muscled creature let out something like a sigh. This had reminded him of an odd "nursery rhyme" – whatever the hell that was – that was called "Oranges and Lemons."
Of course, the beast could care less about humans and their "nursery rhymes." It was only the last line that interested him.
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man's dead.
Or, so he thought.
Yeah, yeah, I know. That ending was a little cheesy. But just a little. Come on, people, you've never heard of a cliffhanger before?
"Oranges and Lemons" was inspired to me by Alien ABC's, one of my favorite authors on fanfiction :).
The chapter title was "Chip Chop, Chip Chop, The Last Man's Dead", by the way. I noticed just now that it got cut off...
Really, look it up, though. It's a real nursery rhyme that is used to read to little kids! I'm not kidding. You can find it on wikipedia or anywhere else you want to find it, but, if you want to find the version I used, just go on wikipedia and search "Oranges and Lemons" :).
Random Fact of the Day...er...Night: Tomorrow I'm going to a Japanese art gallery! Yay!...No, I'm not in Japan (no matter how many times I click my heels and say so,), but there is a Japanese art gallery in the city, and my Dad's taking me :)!
Oh, the advantages of having a doctor as a father :).
Reviews will be greatly appreciated, and cookies (Fresh from the oven, yum!) will be handed out to reviewers! And cupcakes to those who can tell me who the Yaujta was!
P.S.: His name is the same as someone from Fullmetal Alchemist, for those of you who watch it ;).