Note: I do not own or have anything to do with the Predator franchise. I only wrote this for entertainment purposes and will not be making any profit from it. Also, this is my first time writing a predator fanfiction. Be nice.
Chapter Four
Cohra watched the woman who he had heard another call Marion move away from where she had been at the side of her tent, looking right to the jungle that was nestled behind where she had decided to stay in her tent. He had been standing at the opening to the jungle, watching for her reaction to see how quickly she would notice that her tent had been finished in construction and if she observed her surroundings for any sign of someone being there unaware to her. He was pleasantly surprised when she not only was quick with discovering that someone had put up the other side of the structure but that a set of his footprints was right next to where she was standing displaying an abnormal appearance to them and that the owner of them possibly had come from and went back into the section of the rainforest that was behind where she was going to be camping at.
Normally, most humans that would come into the area were not quick with piecing it together that there was someone else there. They would only assume the ordinary reason being the cause for something that seemed a little strange at first. She was not like them. Marion was very aware of her surroundings and was able to tell if a set of prints were human or not in appearance. The more he studied her behind his shield, the more he felt a need to get that much more closer to the woman that had him feeling curious about her and becoming consumed with a yearning that rivaled his need to collect more trophies.
He waited for her to sit among her group before his body turned and headed off into the jungle. His body moved at a steady pace down one of several paths he had made for himself through the entirety of the area that the rainforest stretched out over the area. As he moved further into the jungle, he kept the shield up in order to prevent others from seeing him. There wasn't any humans around him at the moment, but he didn't want to take the risk of anyone catching sight of him and trying to capture footage of him that would bring unwanted attention onto his kind and himself, as well as those that would come out there with the intent to capture him or others of his kind to study and do experiments on.
For centuries, he had a massive clan that lived and thrived in the jungle without much issues from the humans in the area since they were peaceful towards them and even became mates to some of his clan members. There were not many of his kind in the area any longer and they all had went into hiding much like he did in order to try and limit as much exposure as they could after so many of them had become victim of some money hungry humans that wanted to make a fortune off of them and went so far as to take their lives, cut up parts of their bodies, and selling them at an insane price to laboratories for people to study on and take a look at this strange new species that had been existing on earth for a long time without much noise being made by others about them. Those that were left of his clan had been able to make homes for themselves deep in the jungle where no one would dare to go since it was home to the more dangerous and deadly of creatures that resided there in the rainforest.
Traveling down the path for a few more miles, Cohra brought himself to a stop at a where a hidden waterfall was nestled with a small pool of water nestled at the bottom of a overhanging cliff that he was standing on top of. He leaped down from where he had been nestled, and made his way around the outside edge of the pool of water. His frame made its way behind the wall of water pouring down from overhead and entered into an open tunnel that led out to an opening on the other side of it and also provided him with a hidden home for him to stay in when he didn't wish to be among his brothers. He used one of his claw-like hands to enter in a code on his device he wore on his wrist, having the shield to go down and expose himself. His tall and muscular form came into sight with his armor keeping him protected in areas that would be lethal to him if he were attacked by someone that wished to take him down. Cohra made his way over to a spot in the tunnel and sat himself down to have his back leaning back against one of the walls in the area.
He needed some time before he went on to where his hideout was nestled on the other side of the tunnel. His mind was going crazy ever since he had seen Marion out in the jungle and took the risk with assisting her with the tent that she was going to be residing in when someone being around could have noticed him being in the area if they had been paying attention. He was doing things that were not normal for him to be doing when it came to being around humans. Ever since he had saw her, there was a need for him to be around her even more than he already had, and the fact that she was back at the campground instead of there with him made it hard for him to keep from going back there and bringing her there himself. The more that he sat there in the privacy of the tunnel that was behind the waterfall that was pouring down, a thought came to the front of his mind that seemed to be a resolution to his problem.
He would return to the camp, capture Marion while others were not around, and bring her there to be with him to get rid of this yearning that he was experiencing from her not being with him. The need to have her at his side was more powerful than he was prepared for, and one that he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he could try to. Cohra would have Marion for himself, and there was no force that was going to prevent that from happening unless it wanted to be destroyed by his own hand.