Hello! Thank you for the lovely reviews :D and all the faves, I'm so glad people like this story! Sorry for the long wait, I came across a doozy of a writer's block! I was coming to a realization that Hunter's Child lacked enough meat and I do need to slow daddy down, otherwise, this is going to be a short story. I also needed to make a little darker, considering the franchise, and I didn't want to fall prey to the cutsey alien child thing. Besides, the predator is going to run into humans and kill them. That's not going to go unnoticed, neither is the explosion in the preserve. People are going to notice something!
And thank you for the critiques, they were indeed helpful! I did go in and fix what I could in chapter 1. I do appreciate constructive feed back, my writing skills are- kinda weak, better at drawing to be honest. SO PLEASE! Constructive feedback, if the grammer is not good somewhere, let me know! Don't worry about the grammer in the A/N though, that's just how I talk!
FYI, there picture Luekr-ke and Sahara in my profile if you want to see what they look like. Eventually, I'll come around to drawing the predator. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own AvP yatta yatta yatta and more legal whatever, but I do own Luekr-ke and Sahara, and anyother OC that decides to pop in.
Chapter 3
He was getting close, he was pleased to see that his daughter had remained in one area. This eased his panic, but he still had an intention of skinning the ooman that had custody of his child. The ooman will pay for taking his daughter away from-
"Wha' the 'ell ya doin' on my propherty!" an apparently drunk ooman with a shotgun, shouted at him, "Yah fuckin' kids!" he clumsily aimed his shutgun at the predator. The predator merely growled and cloaked, disappearing from view as the poorly aimed bullet flew by. "That'sh more like- ugh!" the drunkard stiffened, not realizing what had just happened to him. He hung in midair with two blades piercing right through his chest, coughing up blood and finally hung limp. The predator decloaked and retracted the wrist blades letting the lifeless body fall to the ground.
"Billy!" a raspy female voice came calling from inside the trailor house. The predator cloaked again before the old woman came stampering out the door. "Billy, what the hell are you- BILLY!" she screamed seeing the dead body of her husband. The predator was already out of the vacinity of the woman's hearing- not that she would have heard much over her loud wailing.
The ooman wouldn't be worth the trouble of skinning and hanging, and he didn't feel like killing an unarmed female if she saw him. He was running behind the foliage that ran just beside the road, barely stopping to notice the blaring sirens and changing light flash by him.
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"Ok… and you wanted ten strawberry… and ten for blueberry?" Sahara held her phone up to her ear, "Ok!" she scribbled it down on her notepad, "Why thank you! Oh, yes I can put them put them all together and frost them like a cake. I know, I thought that was the neatest idea, too! Did you want me to… some other time? Oh ok." Sahara leaned the counter, trying to keep the phone to her ear. "Ah… no, I don't make ice cream cakes." she smirked. "Ok, let me see if I got it, you want twenty chocolate cupcakes, twenty white, ten strawberry and ten blueberry? And you need them by when? Next friday and three pm! Gotcha!" she scribbled down the date. "If you don't mind me asking: what's the occasion? Ah, school function, right!" Sahara turned to smile at Luekr-ke, who was watching while slowly chewing on bacon. "Ok, Mrs. O'Brian! I'll have those cupcakes for you next Friday and three pm. Yes, thank you, you're welcome, bye!" Sahara took the phone from her ear and gave out a sigh. "Now you get to see what I do for a living!" Sahara grinned.
Sahara turned the volume of the small TV up as she sat back down at the breakfast table.
Early this morning, around 1:30 am, William Thompson was found dead infront of his trailor house!
"Wow, the body's not even cold and the morning news are already on it." Sahara mindlessly stuffed a piece of pancake in her mouth.
I don't know what happened! I heard a gun shot outside and I-I just wanted to make sure my Billy was alright! And and and… an older woman cried on screen.
"Poor Mrs. Thompson, I wonder who could've done such a thing?" there was sincere sympathy in Sahara's voice for Mrs. Thompson, though she didn't particularly feel very sympathic for Mr. Thompson. Luekr-ke watched Sahara eat the pancakes, decided she felt brave, so she reached for one of the cakes. She rolled it up and flared her tiny mandibles out as far as they can go, but she could only get a small piece in. She swallowed the biten piece, and nodded in approval and took another bite. Sahara snorted watching Luekr-ke before going back to the TV.
Detective Jose! Any comment on this murder? Do you think this might have anything to do with the explosion in the preserve from yesterday morning? the nosy reporter hounded a hispanic man dressed in beige suit and yellow tailored shirt.
No comment! the detective was clearly irate, blowing off the reporter. Sahara clicked off the TV and leaned back, looking over at Luekr-ke eating the last of the pancakes. It was a good thing she ran an at-home business, she wouldn't know what to do with this odd little tyke.
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Detective Jose leaned back onto the wall at the police office. It wasn't the murder that brought him in in the first place, it was the odd activity going on in the preserve a day ago. First an explosion and now a murder… drug smugglers or a gang crossed his mind, but they saw no sign of either.
"Sheriff?" Jose pushed himself from the wall, "Have there been any other activity? Drug smuggling, a gang perhaps?"
"Pft, no!" the Sheriff shook his head, "No no no, this town's clean, Detective!"
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. Why?"
"Just trying to think if the explosion in the preserve had something to do with the murder." Jose sat down in the chair, across from the Sheriff, "Please don't take this the wrong way, Sheriff, you said you're pretty sure, meaning you're not entirely sure…"
"We had one murder, in how many years, Detective Jose? Seven years-"
"Well, that's not entirely true, there was-"
"They were crimes of passion, Detective! Nothing to do with drug smugglers."
"You've had problems with users before!"
"Yeah, what's your point?"
"Where ever there are users, there are dealers, Mr. Jones." Detective Jose leaned forward.
"What makes you think the explosion and the murder had anything to do with each other?" Sheriff asked, Detective Jose leaned back into his chair, the Sheriff nodded.
"For all we know, someone probably had it in for Billy, he wasn't exactly a well liked guy. Hell, Dia Thompson might've done him in."
"You know her, would she do that?" Jose asked, Sheriff glanced out the window and sighed, pondering the question. The Thompsons had a shaky relationship, but he can't see Dia doing something like that, he was a jerk, but he wasn't abusive… not to that excent…
"I can't say she would, but she is suspect so we'll be interrogating her." Mr. Jones nodded. Jose crossed his arms and looked out the window when he received a call from the autopsy.
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"As you can see, Detective," an elderly asian woman was pointing out the wound to the detective, "he was stabbed by a double blade, right through the heart. We also noticed small chunks of flesh missing as well."
"So… we're looking for someone with double bladed weapon?" Jose peered down at the wound, Mr. Jones looked down as well, cocking his brow.
"Seems like it." Mr. Jones nodded.
"We also found that the blades were curved upward." the woman continued.
"You mean like a machete or a scimitar?" Jose asked.
"Mmm… smaller than a scimitar."
"What about a katana? We have plenty of those Japanese cartoon enthusiests around here who probably own one of those." Mr. Jones straightened up, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"No… not a katana." the coroner shook her head. "Remember, this is double bladed and I think I see signs that was retractable and serrated."
"Do we know anyone around here that owns a weapon like that?" Detective Jose looked over at Mr. Jones.
"Not that I know of! I wouldn't know where to get a weapon like that! But I can bet you that rules out Dia…"
"But doesn't rule out drug smugglers…" Jose stood up, crossing his arms. Mr. Jones rolled his eyes, again with the drug smugglers. "I highly doubt a local is going to find a weapon like that, but drug smugglers have access to all kinds of creative, dangerous toys."
"Aren't drug smugglers more interested in guns and weapons that wouldn't involve close combat?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Most of the time." Jose nodded, "But if they can get their hands on a like a double, serrated blade that was retractable, I don't think they would hesitate." The detective turned away from the body to the sheriff, "I want the preserve blocked off and I want the suspects rounded up." and he walked out the door.
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"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" naked Luekr-ke ran down the hallway, leaving puddles of water were she stepped.
"Lue! Dammit!" Sahara, sopping wet and covered in soap, chased after her. Luekr-ke ran into the kitchen and hid behind the counter, Sahara was not too far behind until she stepped onto a puddle and did a back flip.
"Ahh!" Sahara moaned, "…crap…" she rolled onto her side, placing her hand on her lower back. Luekr-ke trilled with amusement. "I'm glad you find that funny!" Sahara seethed, "You're still getting a bath!" Luekr-ke hissed at the mention of the bath. "Oh come one, its vanilla scented, don't you like vanilla?" Luekr-ke responded with an angery moan similiar to that of a very angery cat. Sahara stared at Luekr-ke, she didn't get it, all the little kids she would babysit during down time, loved the vanilla-scented baths she would give them. Unless… Luekr-ke had a more acute sense of smell that made artificial scents offensive? She certainly had pets that would leave the room whenever she put on deodorant or perfume. "Alright… lets try a non-scented bath." Sahara huffed as she struggled to get up, her back protesting, "Son of a…"
Sahara let the bath water drain and made sure all the soap was gone before she replaced it with just plain soap and water. She could hear slopping foot steps behind her, she turned to see the nake alien girl watching her. Luekr-ke walked over to the water filled tube and sniffed, it smelled like soap.
"There! No scent." Sahara smiled, Luekr-ke peered up at her and then back to the bath water. Sahara lifted Luekr-ke up and into the water and let her soak. Luekr-ke trilled as she watched the cluster of bubbles stick to her hands, she never had baths like this before, it was just warm mineral fluid. "Yeah, I loved getting bubble baths when I was little, littler than you." Sahara placed a crown of bubbles on to Luekre-ke slopped forehead. It took a little while for Luekr-ke to realize that there was anything on her head in the first place since the bubbles had no weight and they hardly felt like anything. Luekr-ke reached up and brushed the bubbles off, then there was a ring at the front door. Sahara rolled her eyes and got up, grabbing a towel to dry herself off, "Stay there!" she pointed at Luekr-ke and walked out of the bathroom.
The doorbell started ringing again and again, "In a minute!" Sahara yelled, "Friggin'" she sighed and put on a dry clean shirt. She walked over to the front door and looked through the peep hole, "What the hell are the police men doing here?" she wondered, she took a step back and opened the door, "Yes, can I help you?"
"Yes, hi! Sorry to be a bother ma'am, but as you have heard on the news about the brutal death of Mr. Thompson?" a tall police man bowed his head in regards to Sahara.
"Yes, I heard about it."
"We were wondering if there was anyone you knew who might have had a dispute with him?"
"Who didn't?" Sahara cocked a brow, "He still owes me twenty bucks for the cake I made for his wife's birthday."
"I see," the police nodded, he could clearily see that Sahara could not be a suspect, $20 is hardly worth killing for, "But do you know of anyone who might have been greatly wronged by Mr. Thompson." Sahara shook her head.
"Not enough to kill him." she knew people who didn't like Billy, a lot of people didn't like Billy, but not enough to kill him.
"Another question ma'am?" the police man asked.
"Sure."
"Do you like to go camping, right?" eyeing her muddied SUV.
"Yeah?"
"When was the last time you went camping?"
"Uh… two days ago."
"So the night of the explosion in the preserve?"
"…yeah."
"While you were camping, with the exception of the explosion, have you noticed anything strang going on? Like something out of place?"
You mean other than a little girl from outer space wondering in my camp? "No…" Sahara frowned and shook her head.
"Ok, well, thank you for your time." the police men turned to leave.
"Yeah, sure." Sahara shut the door, she took a deep breath and sighed as she lean up against the door. Then she saw Luekr-ke standing, dripping water all over the floor, watching her. "You! Back in the tub!" Sahara wagged her finger at her.
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"Pauk!" the hunter growled as he noticed ooman authorities were surrounding the preserve and coming in and out like they were searching for something. Luckily, it was night time and he was well hidden. He didn't come to Earth to hunt oomans, he came for his daughter, and killing oomans were not on his list and he would have liked to have avoided it. Could this be because of that one ooman? he wondered, or was it because of the crashed ship? Had to have been the ship, he's watched oomans before when they were trying to solve a murder case, they never went through this much trouble.
When he saw that the coast was clear, he jumped down from his perch and decloaked. There was a rumble in his chest, the oomans have slowed down his pursuit of his daughter. Damn oomans, always getting in the way! He treaded carefully through the foliage, trying not to make any noise, not knowing that he was being watched by three humans who were not supposed to be there.
"What the fuck, man?" one of the young humans took a swig of whiskey.
"Probably some fucking hunter in a fucking trekkie costume." another one laughed. They have just finished robbing a liquor store not to far from here and decided to hid out in the preserve, and due to their limited brain power, not realizing that there were police men scouting the area for possible drug smugglers. "How much do you think all that shit is worth?" the tall one asked.
"Probably a shit load!" the shortest of the three licked his lips, "Could get me some real crack with that shit."
"He looks real big." the one drinking whiskey made a pretty good point, "Like a football player."
The tall one took out his shot gun, "Three of us, we can take him on." And they headed over to the hunter. Their heavy foot steps on dry leaves quickly gave them away, and the hunter turned to the source of the sound and cloaked.
"Whoa!" Whiskey cried, "He's gone!"
"Hey! That's a pretty neat trick, ya motherfucker!" Tall shouted, waving his gun, he looked over to Shorty who was also pulling out his gun. "We know you're here! We'll letcha live if you give us your shit!"
The predator watched them from a behind a bush, these oomans were clearly stupid, albeit brave he'll give them that much. He continued to watch them, waiting for his chance.
"Come on, man! We ain't gonna hurt ya! Just give us your shit!" Shorty yelled out, looking around, trying to find some sign of the hunter. The predator jumped up into the nearby tree and made his way towards the humans. The humans heard the sounds of rustling branches and started firing into the trees. Realizing that they weren't hitting anything, they stopped firing and listened again.
Ya motherfucker! Tall stopped has he heard his own voice played back to him from up in the trees.
"What…the…fuck?" he huffed.
"What the fuck was that?" Shorty started to panic.
"Calm down! He's just fucking with us." Tall barked, then they both heard a gagging noise from behind. They turned to find that Whiskey was nowhere to be seen.
"Bobby!" Tall shouted, "Bobby, where are you?" Shorty was starting to breath heavier and faster.
We ain't gonna hurt ya! came Shorty's voice from above the trees. Shorty started shake, using religious annotations following and proceeding popular expletives.
"Shut up, Joe!" Tall yelled, "He's just trying to freak us out!"
"ITS FUCKING WORKING!" Joe cried, looking up into the canopy, then his face went white, "Holy fucking shit, there's Bobby." he pointed his gun upward. Tall's eyes followed where the gun was pointing and saw Bobby hanging limp high in the branches.
"Shit shit shit shitshitshit!" Tall hissed as he stared dumbfounded at the hangman. Tall and Joe both jumped as the predator landed behind them. He stood up to his full height, a deep growl emanating from his chest. The two remaining humans started to tremble as they looked up at the eight foot creature, not able to take their eyes off the blank mask while the double blade retracked from the wrist brace. The humans screamed, firing off their guns. The predator barely flinched as he edged closer, then he swung his blade arm out, slicing off Joe's armed hand and cutting the other gun in half. Joe stood there shaking, the reality of his missing hand finally kicking in. He started to scream, shaking his shortened limb in every direction, splattering blood everywhere.
"JOE!" Tall screamed, he looked over at the predator who stared right back at him. He threw the halved gun at him and took off. He didn't get very far until there were two blades piercing right through his gut. He gagged on his blood until he finally hung limp. Joe, on the hand so to speak, suddenly took off after running around, losing pints of blood, until he collasped from the blood loss. He turned over and saw the predator standing over him, the blades coming down across his throat.