Disclaimer: I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All rights belong to 20th Century Fox and Dark Horse Comics. The storyline as well as all original characters belong to me!
Hello everybody! I'm not entirely new to this site, but this is my first fan fiction posted on here. Read it and tell me what you think about it, good or bad (as long as it's constructive), and then perhaps I'll continue. I hope you enjoy it. Happy reading!
OH! And for those of you who aren't as pathetically obsessed as I am, here are a few of the Yautja's own words that I used. The first two I'm confident most fans know, but I'll post them anyway…
Yautja: Predator
Ooman: Human
Chiva: Trial or test
Kainde Amedha: Hard Meat (Xenomorphs)
Pauk-de: Fucking or fucker.
The record kept skipping. The distorted sounds of the canticle were only adding to the lament in the atmosphere and now it mingled with the hysterical cries of a little girl.
They were going to sleep with her tonight; the bloodied bodies that were now splayed helplessly on the floor. She was standing on the foot of the bed, this little thing, waling and screaming.
Husband and wife soaked the lavender carpet below, the dark and horrifying color of their blood slowly turning the floor covering to a disgusting brownish red as it dried.
The room had been sacked, her perfect little haven, with happy colors and trinkets. It was torn and pummeled and blood spattered. Those monsters, those things were something she'd never witnessed in her five innocent years, not even in her worst nightmares.
They were deathly carnal with no regards to any life. Like big dumb beasts; their only instinct was to kill.
This great, black and ugly beast, the biggest of the three came bashing through the front door, each drop of its green blood dissolving parts of the foyer; its tail was missing.
At the sounds of the wreckage and shrilling cries, her parents leapt out of her bedroom for investigation. The couple's own piercing cries were in reply to the display before them. They thundered back to her room, barricading the door with their own frail bodies.
"Baby, hide!" Her mother yelled with that instinctively maternal and protective tone. She didn't though, she'd only leaped like a frog on top of her bed; the safest place in the world. At least at her naïve age it was. Blankets would not save her though.
The door burst in the middle, fragments of wood zooming across the room. In that instant the couple jumped back, scuttling toward the foot of the bed to shield their pride and joy.
There stood the monumental and tailless beast, drooling and bleeding everywhere. Its skin looked leathery and black. Beyond that, its gruesome anatomy was unexplainable to the toddler. She dove beneath the covers while her parents stood brave and tall.
The other two, smaller monsters came through the door. They paused as if something had caught their attention, and a moment later they leapt forward and crashed through the large window over her bed. The little girl screeched and kicked her feet in a tantrum of fear, keeping the covers over her head.
It hissed menacingly as it salivated in their face. The brave woman turned her head to take a look at her husband and child; she knew it would be her last. In the seconds that her eyes lingered on the shivering bulge of quilt behind her, the little girl's father cried out.
A quick gash across the face had gouged his eye out. He doubled over, hands over face, shrieking in absolute agony. The great beast screeched again and threw forward its limbs. His body twitched helplessly as it quickly yanked him off his feet. His wife screamed and so did his baby. In an irrational fit of hysterics, the woman lunged forward, slapping and scratching at the thing. Had she been level-headed she probably would have thought of a more practical way to attack. Its hands stayed clenching the innards of her husband and in the simplest of movements, tilted its head and lanced through her skull with an extended appendage from inside its mouth.
In that instant she silenced and fell like a rag doll to the floor. Her husband could only stare with one good eye in horror at his wife's atrocious demise. It was his turn, he knew, and like his wife, he wanted to see his baby one more time.
"Ama…" He couldn't finish her name. The beast dropped him, suddenly losing interest and the man's insides spilled out on the short descent to the ground.
It fell silent, and the little girl braved peeking out from under the covers. It was facing her, this massive black monster. Her cries were stifled as it came closer. She backed up until she couldn't anymore.
It prepared to hop from the bed to the window and in seconds a light whistling sound approached her from behind and through the window sailed a long and decorated glaive. The weapon hit its black target, but unfortunately it was only broadsided. The force of this throw was immense and thus the glaive was lodged into the wall ahead of her. The thing screeched at its newly wounded side and its acidic blood ate at the carpeting. The creature hurled itself out the window in a cowardice retreat.
So here she stood, frantic over the loss of her family.
The Yautja stepped through the broken entranceway, noting the rut in the foyer as he walked through. The house was hardly silent; the helpless sobs of a little one reverberated through the residence. He followed the noise.
The cries led him to a single room in absolute shambles. He quickly surveyed the area before swapping his infrared vision to that of the human visual spectrum.
The little girl was loud, that was for sure. He approached her and the decibels only elevated. She wasn't just making noise, the elder knew despair when he heard it. "Mommy, daddy!" She wailed. He'd stepped to the side of the bed, avoiding the mess at the foot and reached for her. She hopped and flailed her arms in a fit at his gesture. He knew she just wasn't throwing a fit though. This was body language, and it was screaming; 'don't touch me!'.
He knelt before her now and clicked softly; an empathetic sound. The girl calmed a bit and her lungs settled. She stumbled forward and the Yautja took her into his arms, his large stature dwarfing the child to an extreme. Her breathing was sporadic and she hiccupped before touching his metal face. She thought this person was curious looking indeed. She blinked her tears away and finally he noticed her eyes; they were lavender. It was a wonderful contrast to her short and unruly auburn hair. She looked to her parents and then back to him.
"Will they wake up?" She asked, her tiny voice so innocent and sad. A few seconds passed while the device before his eyes went to work to translate her words. He shook his head and the little girl's frown came back.
Those cries again, they made him wince. She was almost as loud as the Kainde Amedha. The oomans called them Xenomorphs.
Her little body shook with despair in his embrace and he stood to lull her. As he cradled her he made his way to the long weapon and yanked it from the wall with a single negligent tug. The little one sniffled and gurgle against him; she'd exhausted herself with her hysterics.
He stood at the broken archway in the foyer again and paused. He looked to the little girl now passed out in his arms. He could have left her there, he should have left her there; she wasn't his problem. But this house was far away from most other inhabitants. How long would it be until someone found out about the carnage that took place? How long would it be until she was taken into the proper care? Even more so, how long would it be until that pauk-de Kainde Amedha returned to finish its meal? And she was so frail and helpless. He shouldn't have picked her up, because in these few moments holding her, he'd felt her pain and he had bonded with her.
His mind was made up, and when he stepped out of the archway she was still in his arms.