Chapter three:

Whaling Station
Bouvetoya Island
October 10th 2004

Chulonte stood at the mouth of the tunnel looking down the length of it. The small ooman female had already vanished from sight and yet he could not tear his eyes away from it. He could still hear her screams of terror as she fell to her death but the only thing on his mind at that moment was that she had taken his Ki'cti-pa from him.

"Pauke-de ooman," he growled beneath his breath and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Ci'tde would never let him live this one down if he found out about it.

He would have to retrieve it once his brothers caught up to him. Suddenly he recalled the reason why he had gone on ahead of them instead of stringing up the ooman bodies they had collected in one of the buildings. He had caught sight of a much more impressive prey and had left his brothers to the small group trying to keep warm, to stalk the larger ooman that had been wandering outside. The ooman was an impressive size, much larger than the other males they had come across.

Turning away from the tunnel, Chulonte crossed the landing and the old wooden boards creaked beneath his heavy weight. He stood at the edge, peering down at the body lying some feet away. The ooman male lay in a pool of its own blood that seeped into the white snow around it. The large ooman male had put up a decent fight and proved to be quite a worthy challenge for him. Its skull would make a fine trophy for him to bring back.

A quick scan with his mask showed the body was losing heat and could soon die from either the wound in its chest or from exposure. Leaping down to the ground below, he landed with a soft grunt and a slight bend to his knees to absorb the impact. He stalked towards his prey, his steps landing heavy with each step he took.

To his amazement the ooman was still awake and desperately grasping at the snow by its side with its bare hand. It would grab fistful of snow before hissing out a breath and reaching again. Chulonte dragged his eyes to what the ooman was trying to reach for and saw its primitive burner weapon laying discarded nearby. A low growl emitted from deep within his chest as he recalled the injuries it had inflicted on him already. The ooman had already exhausted all the rounds the weapon could hold and yet he still tried to reach for it for protection. Chulonte kicked the weapon further away even though the ooman had no chance of retrieving it with the sever wound in its chest but he refused to take any chances. The ooman had surprised him enough already and he was not one to like being surprised. Turning his gaze to the struggling ooman, he appraised it up and down. It was a rather large male, much bigger than the ones his brothers had found.

At seeing him, the ooman stilled and its body began to visibly tremble. Chulonte lifted his head and breathed in deep through his mask. He could not tell if the ooman was afraid of him, not with the bitter wind beating around them weakening his senses. The air was too cold for him to taste any scent in the air. Grunting, Chulonte switched spectrums and found one that allowed him to see the ooman lying at his feet with a little more detail.

The image was distorted by the dark bluish shadows but he could see that the ooman wasn't scared of him. Instead the ooman appeared to be anxious as words came out hushed and quick as it spoke. The flare in male's nostrils and gasping breath as it tried to remain conscious had Chulonte activating the translator in his mask to help him understand what the male was begging for. Once again the male surprised him.

Chulonte shook his head, knocking away light flakes of snow from his hide as they caused the netting he wore to crackle. The ooman male was still struggling to speak and blood colored its lips with each raspy breath. With each breath it took it coughed up more blood.

"-lord please protect and watch over her-. –Forgive me Elaina-"

Chulonte cocked his head at the sound of the name. The ooman was asking for protection over the female it seemed. He huffed beneath his breath and extended his wrist blades in agitation. Paya would not grant protection over such a weak ooman female. In one swift strike he ended the ooman's life and put an end to its plea before it could finish. The ooman's body twitched when he withdrew his blades from the male's chest. Then a long sigh escaped the ooman's lips as it finally died.

In front of him the air rippled and Chulonte lifted his head to see his brother Ci'tde uncloak. The taller Yautja cocked his head to the side to study his kill.

"Impressive Mei-hswei," Ci'tde praised and lifted his head to meet his brother's gaze. "This must be the prey that lured you away from your other trophy."

At his words Chulonte puffed out his chest in pride. He had honorably hunted and killed his prey. It was satisficing to have the ooman fight back, it being an added bonus to the hunt in his mind as the ooman had put up a decent fight. Their Sire, being the only common thing the three bother's had with each other, had told them of his Chiva on Earth. The oomans had been very lackluster during his hunt, cowering at the sight of him or pleading to be spared. This ooman had done neither except for his strange behavior near the end just now.

"Where is your Ki-cti-pa," Ci'tde inquired as he heaved his own burden up over his shoulder.

Chulonte paused in his retrieval of the ooman male. He looked up from where he was knelt to lift the ooman male up onto his shoulder and his brother's question reminded him of the female that had fallen to its death.

"Ooman has it," he grunted as he heaved the body up onto his shoulder and started towards the platform.

Ci'tde cuffed behind him, the sound ending with a trill of amusement. "Ooman," he teases. "Your impudence has cost you Mei'hswei."

Chulonte scowled and directed his attention to his brother behind him. "I will get it back," he grunted, his tone giving no room for argument.

"Your argument slows our hunt," Skl're called from the opening of the tunnel. He had already hung his kills up to be skinned later in front of the opening. He stood at the ledge of the platform looking at his two squabbling brothers. Even with his mask on, Chulonte could see the look of disapproval on Skl're face. Just the set of his shoulders and raised spines were evidence enough.

Chulonte huffed and turned back to his adjective and carried the body up the ramp with Ci'tde close on his heels. As they strung up their kills, Chulonte found his mind wandering to his brothers and himself. They had all been sired by the same male but raised with different females. Chulonte was the youngest of the group and most likely the most immature one. He was always rushing into battle without much of a plan in mind. He couldn't dampen the excitement that coursed through him at the thought of getting his next skull though. It was this trait that caused him to lose his Ki'cti-pa in the first place.

"This ooman that disarmed you Mei'hswei, was it just as impressive," Ci'tde goaded him as he had finished hanging his trophy up already. Ci'tde wasn't looking at him as he spoke but instead was admiring his own kill.

"H'ko," Chulonte growled, thinking about the female. It had been small in comparison of the male. Very clumsy even for a pyode amedha. "It did not disarm me, it stole my Ki'cti-pa."

Ci'tde huffed and clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "There is no difference Mei-hswei," he said but before he could add more they heard the sound of the last remaining ooman stumble and knock over a pile of crates in its haste of escaping the building it had hidden itself in.

"This one is mine," Chulonte growled and the three brothers activated their cloaks.

Chulonte leapt from the platform and stalked towards the direction the noise had come from. Oomans were such precarious creatures. Their ability to hunt was laughable as they had no concept of stealth. Shifting through the spectrums in his mask he activated the heat vision to allow him better sight on tracking the ooman's whereabouts.

He followed the footsteps from the stack of crates that had broken under the ooman's weight. The trail led him to where the ooman had run to a vehicle that still had its engine running. The door to the vehicle was open and the ooman peered inside as if planning to escape. Chulonte growled at the thought of his prey trying to make a run for it. Instead of climbing into the vehicle as he had expected it to, the ooman jumped back out and looked around as if searching for something.

"Elaina," the ooman called out weakly as he was clutching his left side in pain.

Chulonte could see a flare of heat from around the wound indicating that the ooman was bleeding. The way it carried itself indicated that it was in a lot of pain.

"Elaina where are you," the ooman muttered beneath his breath as it searched desperatly.

Chulonte could see that the falling snow and wind was obscuring the ooman's vision. It would wipe its face to rid the snowflakes from his eyes before whirling around to search in another direction, before repeating the process. Catching sight of his brother Skl're creeping in for the kill, Chulonte growled a warning. He had already claimed the ooman as his own. He did not share.

The ooman flinched at his growl and raised the hand that it had pressed to its side. In its grip was one of their primitive burner weapons. A deep rumbling growl emitted from his throat and the ooman bolted at the sound. Chulonte gave chase, silently following the ooman as it raced up the ramp to the platform above.

When the ooman slipped on the ice, Chulonte withdrew his wrist blades. The ooman had stumbled into the hanging bodies and it cried out in fear.

"Oh Jesus," the ooman whispered when it saw Chulonte's kill. The large ooman strung up by its heels was impressive and Chulonte felt his chest puff up with pride. "Oh fucking Christ."

The ooman then began searching the bodies, cringing at the sight of its crew but it continued to search them, looking for one in particular it seemed. Chulonte found this interesting as he hesitated in making the kill. What could it be looking for?

"Quit playing around," Ci'tde growled from his perch on a building nearby. He was getting annoyed with his brother playing with his prey. Chulonte wouldn't know an honest hunt until it bit him on the ass.

The ooman turned at the strange growls and clicking sounds, seeing them as aggressive and fired its gun at Ci'tde hitting him in the chest with its burner weapon. Chulonte grunted at the sound of his brother growing his outrage at being fired upon. He turned in time to see his brother's cloak fail because of the attack. Ci'tde spread his arms and legs and roared his acceptance to the challenge.

Pauk, Chulonte cursed realizing he had just lost his chance at another trophy, because of his curiosity over the ooman's behavior.

Ci'tde leaped down from his perch and the ooman male cried out in fear as it stumbled away from the large Yautja that stalked towards him. The ooman slipped in the ice when Ci'tde climbed up onto the platform it was on. Ci'tde smacked the ooman when it tried to aim its burner at him and knocked the primitive weapon out of its hands. The ooman tried to stand and Ci'tde just backhanded the male back off its feet. The ooman yelped as it was thrown down the tunnel falling to its death much like the female had earlier.

Chulonte huffed, having lost his chance at another kill because of his curiosity. Growling, his mind lingered to the female ooman. This was all her fault. Skl're clapped him on the back in passing. "Come Mei-hswei, let us start our Chiva," he called as he stalked towards the mouth of the tunnel.

Chulonte nodded and followed his smaller brother to where Ci'tde stood staring down the tunnel. They began their descent down the tunnel then. They scaled it slowly with their talons sinking into the ice as they climbed down it carefully. Skl're led the way with Ci'tde and Chulonte close behind him.

"How many ooman's did you throw down this tunnel," Skl're called up to his brother. He was eyeing the surface of the ice and about halfway down he could see evidence of the ice being disturbed. He paused to see a large gouge in the ice in front of him.

"Just the one Skl're," Ci'tde answered. It wasn't as if he had the intentions of throwing the male down the tunnel. He had misinterpreted how close the male had been to the opening and how hard he had hit the male that had caused the unfortunate event. It hadn't helped that he had been feeling annoyed with Chulonte as he tended to play with his prey beyond what was necessary for the hunt. Ci'tde was also quite anxious for his Chiva to begin. The oomans had been down there long enough that it was only a matter of time before the eggs would be introduced. They had already awakened the Queen and she was already laying her eggs deep within the pyramid. The anticipation was hard to contain as he shifted in his perch in the ice.

Ci'tde grunted as his talons slid down in the ice from staying in one spot for so long. His body heat was melting the ice and if they didn't start moving soon he might just end up like the ooman male at the bottom of the tunnel.

"Keep moving," Ci'tde barked, feeling his already thin patience wearing thin. Skl're sighed at his impatience and they began moving again.

Ci'tde reached the spot Skl're had been in and he noted what had caught his older brother's attention. There was a rather large gouge in the ice, much larger than anything the ooman male he had knocked down the tunnel could have been carrying. Ci'tde wasn't surprised that Skl're would find this interesting, as he was the more technical one of their group. He tended to over analyze everything which could be very annoying to Ci'tde, who preferred to rush right in with very little plan of action in mind.

Skl're was older than Ci'tde by a season but he was also smaller, being only 7'0. Though Skl're was smaller, he could still easily hold his own in an up close fight if need be, as he was much faster and smarter than most of his opponents. Something he had proved time and again in the Kehrite against Ci'tde, despite their size difference.

Ci'tde on the other hand was the largest of the three brothers being 7'8 and much bulkier. He could intimidate most of his opponents with his mere size alone and didn't have to be smart to win a battle. A good headlock usually sufficed but that did not mean he was dumb by any means. If he took the time, he could come up with a plan just as strategic as Skl're, but he usually did not have the patience for it.

Unlike his two older brothers, Chulonte was the youngest of the three and of about medium height. He was just slightly shorter than Ci'tde but was not as bulky. He tended to be more brazen than his siblings, never thinking anything through, but he never held back in battle which made him just as deadly. He would let his temper get the best of him and he would rush head first into any battle even if he had no chance of winning the fight. His foolishness would get him killed one of these days, Ci'tde was sure of it.

They reached the bottom of the tunnel with good timing as there were no more delays. The ooman male was still alive, much to Ci'tde's surprise when they came upon it. It seemed oomans were becoming more resilient than they had been taught. Their teachings of the species had not given them much hope of a decent battle as oomans were proving to be weaker and clumsier with each new generation that was produced. This Chiva was not only a test for the three brothers, but also a test to see if it was worth to keep the training grounds on Earth. They had discovered other planets with much more dangerous prey that would make the Chiva all the more thrilling. Ci'tde had to admit he was not all that disappointed with his Chiva so far.

The ooman cowered at the sight of them and Ci'tde grunted in disapproval. This ooman was pitiful and a quick scan showed it had serious internal bleeding and would not last much longer in the chilled cavern.

Chulonte stomped ahead of the group, readying to take on the pyramid now that they were getting closer to the true trial. Skl're was checking his map, keeping an eye on the ooman's progression through the pyramid. Ci'tde lingered and as the ooman relaxed in its hunched over position on the ground, he extended his blades.

The sound drew the ooman male's attention to him and it cried out as he plunged his blades into the male's chest killing it in one swift blow. Taking another twine from his belt, Ci'tde tied the male's legs together and dragged him to the side of the tunnel to hang it up off the ground. By the end of his Chiva, it should be drained completely and ready for skinning. It would make a nice addition to his already growing collection of trophies. Ci'tde purred as he traced a hand over the male's outer skins. Yes indeed. He had three trophies already to impress the females come time for mating season.

"Ci'tde," Skl're called a little exasperated with him.

Ci'tde turned and jogged after his brothers as he did not want another lecture on punctuality from Skl're. His wrist blades retreated back into place and he started the climb up the pyramid steps to catch up to his siblings.

"C'jit." Chulonte grunted as he peered around.

"What is it Mei-hswei," Ci'tde asked, amused by his brother's annoyance.

"The female survived," his younger brother commented offhandedly as he searched the cavern once more. He was switching between visual scans and came up empty. How was it even possible? At his sides his hands clenched into fists.

"A female," Ci'tde inquired with a tilt of his head. He turned to look back at his brother with his interest peeked. "The ooman that disarmed you was female?" Ci'tde could not quiet his trill of amusement. There was something amusing about a weak female ooman disarming his brother.

"I was not disarmed," Chulonte grunted and shoved passed his brother as his anger boiled just below the surface. He was climbing the stairs more swiftly now, catching up to their older brother in just a few strides.

Ci'tde let out another trill of laughter before he jogged after his brothers.

"That might explain the markings," Skl're said off handedly. He was tinkering with his computer as he spoke so he did not see his brothers look at him questioningly.

Then it dawned on Ci'tde what their brother was referring to. "The female must have used your Ki'cti-pa to slow her decent down the tunnel Chulonte," he explained for Skl're.

They reached the mouth of the pyramid and Skl're's computer sounded with an alarm. The three brothers were pulled from their playful bantering to the image of the pyramid. The three-dimensional image had zoomed in on a group of oomans that were in the chamber that housed their plasma casters.

The Chiva was to begin as soon as the three Yautja retrieved their weapons and they would go on the hunt for the Kiande amedha.

"Pauk-de Oomans," Chulonte growled as they watched the ooman's take their weapons from the casket and initiating the Chiva.

This would make the hunt all the more dangerous for the three brothers. The Kiande Amedha were a very resilient and deadly prey. The sleek black aliens had an arsenal of weapons that consisted of a wicked inner mouth they used to impale their opponents in close combat, along with a dangerously long tail that they used as a whip or even to stab their enemies with. The brother's meager set of weapons would not last long against their acidic blood either.

Skl're turned the image off and turned to look from one brother to the next. "Come on then," he said and for once his temper was slightly irked. "The Hunt Begins."

AN: Alright so this is my first time writing in the Predator's POV, let me tell you it was difficult, though not as bad as a Car that can only talk through a radio, but still tough. Hopefully I did okay, I did a lot of reading and researching on their language and trying my best to get them into character. I've watched AVP about a hundred times and I can quote it word for word.

I want to thank your all for the reviews I've gotten for this story and the follows. I want to thank Guest for this chapter. I've written this story out but it's mainly in Elaina's POV and Guest gave me some inspiration to dabble a little bit more out of my norm and write in the Predator's POV a bit. So I've gone back through and added some chapters and changed a few things.

So tell me what you think on the brother's. I tried to get a little bit into detail on each of them to kind of explain how I think things went down the way it did in the movie. Can you guys guess which brother is which in the movie?

Ci'tde, Chulonte, Skl're none of these names belong to me as I got them out of a list on a website. I thought I did pretty good at picking them out though ^.^

If you havn't guessed already, I don't own the Predators or Quinn... Poor Quinn lol.

Anyway let me know if you like it, I could really use the feedback. Is it too rough, I tried to get it out, as my internet connection hasn't been that great lately so I didn't dissect it like I normally do to edit it. Give me some feedback :)

some Yautja words:

Mei-hwsei- Brother

H'ko- No

Ooman- Human (slang term)

Pyode amedha- soft meat/human

Kiande amedha- hard meat/Xenomorph

Ki'cti-pa- Combi-stick/spear

Pauk-de- fucking

C'jit- shit

hopefully that is all of them, hope you all have a spectacular night, I will see you all in the next chapter,

Inky out.