Well, chapter ten is here! Are you still thinking about that little question I asked at the end of chapter 9? I bet you are! Time to find out the answer! Thanks again for the Reviews!
Predator 4: War of the Worlds
Chapter 10: What Goes Around, Comes Around
"Well, alien, I hope that you are well rested because we are going to have so much more fun now," Kane said to the Predator, who was once again strapped to the table. The alien glared angrily at Kane and muttered something in its own tongue.
"Now, now; just answer the questions and you will never have to worry about any more games," Kane said in a fake soothing voice. "Just tell me what your kind is called; you almost did it before."
"I will never give you the success of getting information out of me," the alien stated, a proud look burning in his eyes.
"Now that will not do," Kane said shaking his head. Kane walked out of the Predator's sight, then back into it with a red-hot, glowing metal rod.
"Answer the question," Kane said holding the rod in his hands, malice bright in his eyes.
"Never," the alien spat.
"Fine; you may want to take a good look around the room; it will be the last thing you may ever see." Kane moved the rod mere inches away from the Predator's right eye. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"
The Predator's eyes never left the glowing rod, but he still replied, "Yes."
"Very well."
Kane moved the rod closer to the Predator's eye. Just before the rod made contact, gunshots ran out and the laboratory door burst open.
Jean stood in the threshold of the door staring at the scene in front of her. A General, Jean guessed by all of the medals and badges he wore, stood over a Predator who was strapped to an examination table and, by the looks of it, was about to gouge the unfortunate Predator's eyes out with a red-hot iron.
"You son of a..." Jean's last word was drowned out when she fired her plasma-caster at the man's feet, causing him to fly backward into a wall, where he was knocked out cold.
Meanwhile, back in the main room, the others were kicking major butt. Saren'te had taken out two of the guards with his spear and was working on a third, Dutch was finishing off the fourth guard, while Harrigan was keeping the scientists pinned against a wall.
Once the third and fourth guards were dead, and Harrigan had herded the two scientists into a small storage room and locked them in there, they entered the room where Jean stood staring at the Elder.
Saren'te pushed her out of the way, gave a small bow and spoke in Yautja language; the helmet was not translating the words.
"Elder Yeyinde."
"Saren'te? What madness is this? Who are these humans and why are they wearing our armor and weapons?" In spite of the Elder's embarrassing position, he spoke with all authority and haughtiness.
"There is a war coming, Elder. With your safe return, it may be avoided. These humans have agreed to go against their own to assist in your retrieval. I gave them the armor so they would be of greater assistance."
Saren'te turned to the others and spoke, his mask now translating his words. "Find a way to release him."
Jean walked over to the fallen form of the General, and pulled some keys off of a hook on his belt. Jean began to approach the Elder when he snarled at her in English, "Get away from me, human filth!"
"Nice; well at least one of these dudes speaks English, that mechanical voice was driving me nuts." Jean tried to approach once more, only to be hissed at by the Elder.
"I'm not going to release him if he's going to kill me the second he's free," Jean said bluntly to Saren'te.
"She means no harm Elder," Saren'te said, trying to invoke some resolve in the Elder's mind.
"No harm? And I suppose that human," Yeyinde jerked his head at the form of Kane, "meant no harm?"
"Dear God, what the hell happened to your hands?!" Jean burst out when she got close enough to get a good look at them.
All the other's focus turned to Yeyinde's mangled hands. Saren'te shuddered and cursed in his language, Dutch said, "I think I'm going to be sick," and Harrigan was sick. Saren'te tore his gaze from the Elder's hands and looked at Jean, who had a look of disgust upon her face.
When she met Saren'te's gaze she said, "Our leaders are not known for their kindness to foreigners."
"This makes the problem of the war, much more complicated. When the other Elders see your hands, they will definitely want to continue with the war."
"And they should!" Yeyinde snapped. "You humans are all barbaric animals!"
"I'd watch what you say pal, 'cause this 'barbaric animal' holds your only chance of escaping, not to mention saved your eyes from being gouged out," Jean snapped back with a glare, which the Elder fully returned.
"Elder, we need your support if we are to stop this war," Saren'te said, nearly begging.
"I shall never support anything that assists these creatures," Yeyinde said, his tone final.
"Then we are to leave you here," Saren'te said calmly. The Elder look shocked as did Harrigan and Dutch, while Jean grinned and stifled a laugh.
"You are a disgrace to your race!" the Elder roared, all dignity forgotten. "You ally yourself with the killers of your very family, and side with them against your own! You are as disrespectful as your father! It is not a wonder that he got himself killed!"
Saren'te seemed shocked at the outburst, and the Elder clearly thought that his shouts would buy him his freedom. Surprising everyone Saren'te took a step forward and slapped the Elder across the face. The Elder stared at Saren'te with a mix of shock and wonder on his face; since he became an Elder, no one had ever hit him.
"Do not dare to speak ill of my father. As for me being a disgrace to my race... my whole purpose of allying with the humans is to stop millions of pointless deaths. It is you who is the shame to our race, allowing petty hates to blind you from the truth! There is no need for deaths when peace can be achieved. 'Learn the gift of all the sights, or finish in the dance of the fallen gods'; it is one of your favorite sayings Elder. What is your choice?"
Saren'te's body was filled with fury; much like the kind that he had once felt towards Harrigan for killing his father. He was very... sensitive when it came to the matters of his father, and Yeyinde's insult had pushed his already strained temper over the edge.
The mask had not translated Saren'te words, but the trio guessed that he just said something very bold to his superior. The Elder just stared at Saren'te, as if in a trance. Yeyinde seemed to consider Saren'te's words. Then he did something amazing; he apologized.
"You are right. There is no need for pointless deaths. I act as a child, as you speak with wisdom beyond your years. You honor your line. Release me from these bonds, so may assist in the fight to stop this pointless war." Yeyinde spoke in Yautja tongue, but from Saren'te's stance, the humans figured that the Elder had agreed to help them.
"Release him," Saren'te said to Jean. Jean moved closer, but this time the Predator held still, allowing her to undo his bonds. When the Predator stood up from the table, the humans realized how huge these guys could get. The Elder towered over Saren'te, making the humans look like midgets.
There came a groan from the corner of the room; Kane was awakening. Yeyinde seemed torn between keeping his pack with the humans and tearing Kane limb from limb.
Dutch noticed this and said, "You can kill him; we hold no love for these guys. But be quick about it; we need to leave ASAP." Dutch turned and left the room followed closely by Jean. They did not wish to see another human ripped apart, even if he did deserve it. Harrigan, however, waited by the doorway, curious to see what would happen.
Kane awoke to see Yeyinde looming over him. Kane screamed as Yeyinde grabbed his by the throat, picked him off the floor, and slammed him into the wall. Yeyinde smiled cruelly at Kane as he began to increase the grip on his throat. Kane began to cough as his windpipe closed. At this point, Yeyinde dropped a gasping Kane to the floor, only to pick him up again and repeat the process two more times. But on the third time, when Kane's windpipe was fully closed, Yeyinde did not stop squeezing.
Harrigan left the room at that point, but could not shut out the sound of General Kane Vicani's neck breaking and the vertebrae pushing cleanly though his windpipe.
Think Kane got what he deserved? I sure do! I just put that little question up there in chapter 9 to get you guys nervous! He he... Well, keep reviewing and I'll keep updating! I still have no idea how long this story is going to be yet, so expect a few more chapters at least! BtW, if you guys are waiting for me to update my Tremors fic, for some reason I have an extremely bad case of writers block on that story, but I'll try to update it ASAP!