A/N: Please tell me what you thought of the chapter. Also, if anyone can send suggestions on how to introduce the Xenomorphs, please do. I am not sure how to go about it yet, and I don't want the aliens showing up like a conveniently random plot device. That would suck. So if you have any feedback, especially any suggestions on how to introduce the Aliens, do it, please!

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Chapter 2

"The hell is wrong with you, man?" The one who asked the question was removing his earphones and replacing them into his messenger bag.

"What?"

"You've been spaced out for the past 3 minutes. I didn't wanna say anything at first..." Anthony's friend started, looking off to the side meaningfully as they walked.

"It's nothing, bro. I just," Anthony sighed, pausing in his explanation. He was 99% sure that his friend was going to think him mad after this, but this just wasn't something you kept to yourself.

"Look, man, promise you won't tell anyone what I'm about to say."

His friend looked skeptical, wearing the kind of expression one would have while silently questioning your mental health.

"C'mon, Tim," Anthony pleaded, trying to coax an affirmative out of him.

Tim stared at him for several seconds before shaking his head with a sigh. "Fine, dude. You act like the government's after you or somethin'."

Anthony looked away sheepishly.

"You've gotta be shittin' me," Tim moaned, refusing to facepalm.

"No, no, hear me out!" Anthony pleaded, gripping his friend's shoulder.

"Didn't you hear on the news? About the fuckin' lasers n' shit?"

"It was an electrical outage!"

"That causes craters in the ground?" Anthony retorted impatiently. Tim rolled his eyes, but didn't look totally convinced.

"I know what I saw! Looked like something out of a damn sci-fi movie! That thing was trying to kill me."

Tim sighed. Anthony couldn't tell if he was at least considering the possibility or he figured he was insane. Anthony looked to his sides discreetly before ushering Tim to a bench situated next to a bus stop.

"You remember the news report archive I showed you on the web?" Anthony asked once Tim seated himself.

"Yeah, about that ops mission over seas from like 20 years ago?"

"The same. And you know how he just vanished less than ten years after that?"

"Look, I know he disappeared. There's a number of logical reasons...PTSD-"

"When I started the correspondence with the military," Schaefer interrupted. "I talked to counselor that was assigned to Uncle Dutch."

"And?"

"I kinda stole some documents," Anthony said in a rush, scratching the back of his neck.

Tim sighed again, but this time he stood. "You what!? Dude, you outta your mind!?" Anthony stood up, raising his hand in a placating gesture.

"Listen, listen!" he pleaded. "The counseling reports I got, they describe something similar to what I saw."

Tim began to protest until Tony pulled out a ragged binder full of hastily clipped in papers. Tim looked at Tony uncertainly, hesitantly grabbing the binder.

"You're serious." Tim observed, as though trying to convince himself of what he was witnessing. Tony didn't reply, only flipping the binder open to a specific page.

"See this? Energy based weapon, same description as what you saw on the news last night."

"Holy Shit."

Tony raised his arms in an "I told you so" gesture. "Thank you! This is why I'm always wearing clothes with hoods and baseball caps now. The same type of people that my Uncle killed, they're coming after me."

Tim didn't reply immediately, only looking astonished as he skimmed through the papers.

"This thing wants to fuck you up, man. They skin their victims, man! I don't believe this."

"I know," Tony agreed, slowly sitting down and putting his head in his hands. "The report says how he killed whatever that guy was, but we're not in the damn jungle."

"Tony, you need to go to the police."

"What good will that do me? They're gonna think I'm some punk playing a stupid prank!" Tony picked up a rock that lay by his feet, throwing it upwards towards a nearby building's roof.

Both men froze at the sound of something shorting out.

"What was that?" Tony asked aloud, jumping to his feet.

"Could be anything. Something broke down?" Tim reasoned. Tony noted that he wasn't looking too convinced. They slowly turned around towards the origin of the sound. Their were lazy sparks of shorting circuits that seemed to be flowing on air. Around it was some sort of haze, like something transparent was sitting there. Or someone.

"Tim, we need to run."

Both of them heard a clicking sound, reminding Tony of a growling jungle animal. He couldn't place what species, but it was giving him chills down his spine.

The haze started to stalk forward.

"Tim, we need to run," Tony repeated more forcefully, the both of them slowly backpedaling from the semi-transparent figure. Tim nodded dumbly, though the both of them were still backpedaling as though no one said anything. Slowly, Tony reached into his backpack, hoping to find something to slow whatever it was that was following them down.

Reaching frantically, he pulled out a sports bottle, opened it, and threw it with a prayer at the figure.

"What," Tim said dumbly. The liquid from the sports drink seemed to have shorted out whatever it was that was keeping the figure camouflaged. What stood before them was something both men only saw in Sci-Fi movies, or maybe a pro wrestling ring.

The figure stood at least 7 feet, maybe even 8 feet. The figures face was hidden by a plain looking mask, seeming to jut out from the nose area, marked with some kind of sensor on the side of it. The hunter was nearly all muscle, but not exaggeratedly so, with what looked like jungle equipment and steel plates over forearms, shins, and a shoulder.

"What am I looking at?"

"Run!" Tony shouted, grabbing Tim's shoulder. They recklessly ran right through the street, startling drivers and causing cars to swerve out of the way. The Predator followed, seemingly not intimidated by the speeding vehicles it was narrowly missing. Tony flinched at what sounded like a traffic pile up. Looking behind him quickly, he could see the Predator still chasing him.

As they continued running, Tony pulled out the pocket knife he always kept with him.

"Tony! What the hell? What good is that gonna do you!?"

"I don't know!" Tony shouted irritably. They kept running, cutting corners through alleyways they were sure wouldn't lead to a dead-end.

"This is the only thing I have! It's not like I carry a gun!"

Tim pulled on Tony's arm, hiding them behind a dumpster.

"Thanks, man-" Tony was cut off by Tim making a shushing gesture. Moments later, they heard that clicking noise, and then the owner stepping into the alley they were hiding in. Several tense seconds passed, Tony struggling to not breath too loudly. Then the footsteps sounded like they were retreating.

Both Anthony and Tim let out a silent breath of relief.

Anthony shook his head slowly. He cupped his hand around his mouth so as not to whisper too loudly. "We need to-"

The grating noise of the Dumpster slowly being slid out of the way caused the both of them to jump to their feet.

A hand shot out and grabbed Tim by the throat, picking him up off the floor with ease.

"Oh no, no, no," Anthony whispered, unsure what to do. Was the Hunter about to kill his childhood friend?" Without thinking, Anthony held the pocket knife in a reverse fashion to stab the Hunter in the arm that was currently choking his buddy.

The Predator didn't so much as flinch, but rather sharply turned it's masked head towards Anthony. The knife was still somewhat embedded in the Predator, who lazily dropped Tim from it's grip. The victim in question took a gulp of air, struggling to his feet.

"Tim, run! Get the police or something, Anyone!" Tim nodded shakily, hesitating to leave before finally taking off for the nearest source of help.

The Predator grabbed the knife in it's arm, easily pulling it out and discarding it to the ground. Uncertain, Anthony brought his hands up in a formal Martial Arts stance. Anthony was relatively tall, at 6'2'', but this hunter in front of him, was freaking huge. He almost had to crane his neck to get a good look at the masked face. The Predator seemed to recognize what he was doing and crouched into some sort of wrestling stance, arms wide open, as though to daring Anthony to charge at it.

Swallowing nervously, Anthony skipped forward, throwing a jab. The Predator tensed up, ready for Anthony to do something reckless. It swung heavily at him, giving Tony enough time to duck and grab it's arm to throw it off balance.

"What the hell?" Tony strained. He had managed to grab it's arm, but he couldn't manage to flip it over his shoulder. His opponent growled before grabbing his shoulder roughly and almost lazily tossing him meters behind it.

If he wasn't wearing his backpack, he was sure that would have crippled him. He landed on his back, the momentum of it causing him to roll several times before friction ground him to a halt. Tony grabbed at his side which was burning with pain. Tony observed that it was like trying to fight a titanium wall. It also threw him like he would a textbook. The Predator growled again, apparently waiting for him to get up.

"Goddamit!" Tony stuttered. As he stood up, his side felt like mush. That thing was as strong as it looked.

Struggling to breath with half his body rejecting the sensation it caused, the Predator walked forward, this time some sort of blade protruding out a wrist bad it was wearing.

"Oh hell, no," Anthony muttered darkly. Spotting a trashcan to his right, he threw it over sending it sailing towards the murderous figure. The suddenness of the action caught the hunter off guard, the trashcan colliding with the figure's mask. This only made it roar as it resumed it's chase after him.

Anthony bounced on his toes, hoping to juke out of it's way, when he heard sirens going off, coming towards their direction. The Predator halted, slowly surveying the surrounding area, before resuming it's pace towards Tony. It began at a walk before slowly speeding up to ran at him. Tony bounced on his toes again, watching the serrated blade wearily.

"Hands up! Don't move!"

Policemen poured in from both directions of the alleyway, training their weapons on the large figure who was a short distance from Tony. The Predator stopped moving, slowly moving it's head as though eyeing all of them. One of the officers slowly moved forward, grabbing Tony and pulling him to safety. The Predator made a clicking noise as though sounding displeased.

"That's one tall motherfucker," one of the officers observed in disbelief.

"Put down your knife and raise your hands. If you do not, we will respond with force!" One of the officers declared.

The turret looking object on the Predator's shoulder suddenly seemed to come to life. A triad of red laser dots suddenly materialized on the speaker, slowly trailing upwards to rest on the officer's chest. Tony noticed at the last second what was about to happen as did the other officers.

"Hey, man! Duc-"

Throom

A blue ball of energy shot from the shoulder turret, blasting a hole into the officer, who was dead before he hit the floor. Tony's stomach was suddenly waging a war with his throat, trying to force his last lunch out of him. The scene erupted into chaos, the officers trying to shoot down the cop killer, but to no avail. It suddenly blended in with the surrounding environment.

Tony noticed green splotches where the tall figure was standing only moments before. That and the dead officer was the only evidence of a fight having even taken place.

"Ah, shit, it got the Liutenant," one of the cops said with a groan. "Well don't just stand there, somebody get a damn body bag!" The officers shot into motion, carrying out the orders.

"Sir, come with us, we gotta ask you a few questions."

Tony didn't respond, not taking his eyes off of the dead officer, a smoking hole where his chest used to be. He continued to stare at the body until it was finally hidden by the body bag, ignoring the noise of officers speaking everywhere.

"Damn, what are we gonna tell the Liutenant's family?"