I hold my hand out behind me as I look around in the door opening to stall the biker. This could very well be the last thing he sees of me. Or anything.

Then it is me who is stopped. The person outside has short red curly hair and the look on his face means business.

"He's here. Yautja."

The person whispers, orders me to be quiet. He gestures to approach slowly.

I do the same, and three of us huddle together, vulnerable, looking out.

"You killed my colleagues", the person whispers barely audible, but I was too mesmerized to hear it.

On the other side of the road, there's an enormity scavenging the bushes where I left the hybrid vehicle.

"Can you see anything?" The biker whispers.

"Shh. We have to get out of here. There's a barrage of missiles heading to this location. Gerry, can you drive that thing? We need to move fast."

Apparently, my companions aren't aware that the creature is standing right besides the vehicle. My eyesight must have improved.

"We all have to pay now because you didn't follow suit. This is your fault," the guy continues, "there was a plan to defeat them. We've been terrorized long enough. This is what happens when we don't sacrifice someone. They come for us. So when you lost control, you put us all at risk. In unexpected ways. You would have died anyway. But I promise you, if you get us out of here, I will see to it that you will receive humane treatment."

"What makes you think I'm human?" I try to whisper, but my voice also startled myself almost, because of how raspy it sounds. But then, we commence a deadly silence when an eerie, primordial croak emanates from the bushes.

I push my companions away hard as soon as I see a red light flash on, intuitively knowing what it means, and brace for the fatal blow. Nothing? Nobody, not even the creature moves, as we observe each other.

Oddly, the laser guiders shoot away from me when an orchestra of incoming rockets began. First silently. I could hear it, that means the predator heard it before me.

For a while, I stand to look at the beast firing, intercepting all the projectiles, which then begin to detonate in their trajectory, and a spectacle of mortal fireworks ensues. It is as if being in the middle of a thunderstorm, I think. Deafening blows, blinding explosions, and the air ablaze.

A rain of shrapnel punch on the predator's suit, resulting in an interesting display of sparks, as far as the sky didn't rain down enough to illuminate everything.

It ends, and the beast takes off to the sky as quick as it had landed. As strange as this encounter may be, I feel that I am beginning to accept my fate.

I have questions.