Note: as usual please do point out any spelling errors/grammar errors/typos you see. Also I promise this will become an ALIEN vs. predator fanfic, they will appear soon.
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are my OC's. I do not own the Predator or Alien franchises.
Gloria didn't like having to walk down the steps of her house, but Andrew had finally fallen asleep and she did not want to wake him. He worked hard and got little rest, so she knew, whether he showed it or not, he'd be annoyed to have to wake up at midnight.
Gloria on the other hand was eager to get up. She'd just realised the rubbish bins weren't out, and the trucks would be here in the morning to empty them. Now that she'd thought of it, she couldn't sleep for the worry. What if she forgot to wake up early enough to put them out? The only way to ease her mind was to do it now.
She'd pushed the main black bins on its wheels out to the footpath, and heard thudding noises. Even with the orange street lights it was often difficult to see clearly.
"Who's there?" she called out, and heard some sort of animal grunt. It sounded like a large dog, but she couldn't see anything.
More thuds sounded, and she could hear a puddle of water being disturbed round the back of the house. Uncomfortable, Gloria quickly turned the bin around so it could easily be grabbed by the bin men and tip toed back inside.
Hopping upstairs, she slid into the bedroom as gracefully as one could when eight months pregnant. She decided not to tell Andrew about the dog outside, but would stay up for a while and listen out.
It took an hour or so for Gloria to doze off in bed, the warmth and comfort overtaking her stressing. She awoke two hours later, sure that she'd heard a scream, but after twenty minutes of uncomfortable silence, she clung to her husband's sleeping body and returned to sleep.
It had taken many hours, but Tetj'de had finally earned his first trophy of the hunt. All three Yautja knew where their camping spot was – an area in a nearby thick forest where they'd be hidden well.
The Pyode Amedha had been unfortunately noisy during the hunt. It had seen the warning that al'Nagara had left – a headless, skinned corpse strung up above the entrance to the compound. Already in a panic, the creature had actually run into Tetj'de, and he'd made short work of the human. It had attempt to fire its weapon at him but stumbled and dropped the primitive hunk of metal.
Quickly skinning the corpse, he slung it over his shoulder and climbed up a slender metal pole which held an orange light at the top. Tying rope tightly to this lit fixture, he hung the corpse, before sliding down, camouflaging and moving off to find more prey. It would be many hours before the sun rose.
The body swung for a few minutes, dripping blood onto the footpath below. It was just half an hour later when the corpse was discovered, and all three hunters could hear and intercept the panicked phone calls within the compound alerting others of the horrific killings. With any luck, more armed and experienced prey would surface and provide more of a challenge.
Gloria stared up at the roof, where her small clock projected the time. Just past 3am, and Andrew had left. He said it was because of the plane crash – turns out Snow ruined the paperwork and Andrew was the only one in the department allowed to take actions to fix it. Andrew did not enjoy his desk job, especially considering he always seemed to be on call for someone.
Outside, she could hear quite a few cars starting up and leaving. Was the plane crash really that bad? She peered out of their bedroom window, expecting to see the sky being licked by fire, but there was nothing.
In the car, Andrew chewed his lips in frustration. Apparently, Pete had found a body – the third so far. Andrew was being called in because he was a friend of Pete, and was not expected to actually take part in an investigation – that was a job for police.
Arriving at the sergeant's mess where Pete resided, Andrew was shown up to his friend's room.
Pete was sat on his bed, dishevelled and visibly shaken. Andrew didn't really know what to say, but they were good friends and something felt wrong about not being there for him. He wasn't sure if Pete was overreacting to the find at first, but on his way up the stairs of the mess, he'd been told the body was severely disfigured.
Pete seemed to be holding in vomit as he looked his friend up and down.
"He was hung up by his feet." He began, perhaps feeling he should justify his horror. "There was no skin…or head, it was just up there bleeding." He continued, entering a stream of consciousness. He was becoming hysterical. "I just walked up when I saw it interrupting the light and, and it was just up there dripping," his face screwed up, "it dripped all over my face when I got too close."
Pete began to shake now, looking as if he might cry. Andrew sighed and sat on the bed next to his friend.
"There are fucked up people out there, mate. But if it'll make you feel better, they're gonna find who did this."
Andrew's mobile phone suddenly started ringing. It was the house. Picking up, Gloria's frantic voice filled Pete's small room. She shouted his name through sobs.
"Andrew! Andrew I saw something outside earlier but I didn't tell you, but it was like an animal and now Sarah next door told me there have been bodiesfound! Did an animal do this? I saw it and could have said something!"
Frustration washed over Andrew. She was sick and pregnant, and absolutely looked for reasons to stress. She felt guilty for everything.
"No babe, a man did this. You probably just saw a dog. Dogs in this area aren't big enough to hurt anyone. Go back to bed, you're gonna be knackered." He soothed. Gloria did as she was told, hanging up and hopefully getting some rest, leaving her husband to sit and chat with the shocked Peter.
"These bodies was all fresh Andy. In a few hours. Every hour they don't find what done that, the worse it's gonna get."
"Who did it, Pete. Not what."