Chapter 12: Night Hunting
As Alexa and her new co-worker Pablo continued to operate in the laboratory with the Xenomorph samples provided by the other lab teams for the past several days; Scar found himself making an effort to preserve his Yautja culture and heritage while living under Alexa's roof. He was not willing to let his traditional way of life to die out just for the sake of having this blooded human female as his dear Life Mate. Starting off with tiny adjustments to the interior of Alexa's home such as placing his kill trophies up on display and making room inside her wardrobe for his weapons and apparel; Alexa didn't seem to take notice right away. In fact, Scar couldn't even tell if Alexa really saw the slight differences to her home or if she just rubbed them off without saying a word to the Yautja hunter.
This made Scar feel…content to say the least. He figured that Alexa did accept it since after all; he was a being from another planet whose species had a vastly different culture than that of humans. Unfortunately, there was an impediment that was blocking Scar from truly conserving his cultural traditions with his role as a Yautja hunter. That was of course, the ability to hunt.
After that incident Alexa had with those gang members several days ago, Scar made a promise to her that he would not kill another human being as long as he lived on the soil of planet Earth. This was a sacrifice that Scar thought he could handle at first, but soon came to realise that it was just not possible for him to be a true Yautja hunter if he wasn't allowed to continue hunting prey; no matter how evil or vile those individuals truly were. That was; unless Scar was to keep on hunting like any normal Yautja hunter and conceal it all from Alexa.
It seemed like the only option for Scar to take since he knew that throwing in the towel with his old Yautja lifestyle was just not feasible. He truly wanted Alexa's love and hopefully even to mate with her eventually, but he did not want to betray her trust. Scar came to the conclusion that if he could continue hunting behind Alexa's back and buoyantly prevent her from ever discovering his infidelity towards her faith, he could remain a true Yautja hunter by blood.
All he could do now was wait until the right moment to sneak out and kill for Paya's sake.
At the dinner table that night, Alexa kept on discussing about her work in the labs with Pablo De Rosa and how the Kiande Amedha; or rather Xenomorphs as she started to refer them as were quite a peculiar species to say the least. Scar paid attention to every word she said because even he had to admit, the alien parasites that his people deemed "the ultimate prey" were conceivably one of the most inexplicable species to ever exist within the Milky Way Galaxy.
"So Weyland-Yutani has given those parasites the name of Xenomorph because of some biological process in their genetic code where they essentially assimilate the DNA of whatever species the host is and the creature that is spawned from the host is more or less an imitation of that given species. It's a kind of fitting name when you think about, Scar." Alexa said as she cut through the medium-rare steak on her plate.
Scar continued to gorge his evening meal as he listened to what Alexa had to say, but found himself puzzled as to why these human scientists and researchers would bother creating a name for the ultimate prey when the Yautja had already done so themselves thousands of years prior.
"Why not just call them Kiande Amedha like us?" Questioned Scar as he took another bite of his meat.
"Well for starters, that name is kind hard to pronounce for us humans. We just felt like this name was suitable given what little information we had in regards to them. Also, humanity doesn't know about the existence of your people…or at least not yet. I'm sure you understand, Scar." Replied Alexa.
Sure enough, Scar was able to comprehend the thinking behind the rationalization of these humans creating their own name for the Kiande Amedha. Even so, he still believed that the name Kiande Amedha was much superior in his opinion as a Yautja hunter. This was one of many thoughts he just kept to himself and never spoke to Alexa about.
"Is there anything your people know about the Xenomorphs that we should know too, Scar?" Alexa questioned once more. She figured that since the Yautja had been exploring space for quite some time and had known the Xenomorphs for thousands of years; there had to be something about the black behemoths which humanity had yet to uncover.
"We know where they came from; as well as who created those parasites." Replied Scar, bringing a sense of wonder to Alexa. Did the Yautja really know what or who forged the very manifestation of her worst nightmare?
"What do you mean?" She didn't believe it at all, but figured that she might as well listen to what Scar had to say about them.
"The Kiande Amedha or 'Xenomorphs' as you oomans like to call them, they were bred by a now extinct race known as the Engineers." Explained Scar in response.
That name, Engineers. Such an eccentric name for a species that no longer existed within the Milky Way Galaxy. It was what Alexa thought of them when she heard Scar bring them up. Being the ever so curious human being that she was, Alexa just couldn't resist further inquiring the Yautja hunter on these so called "Engineers" and why they were all deceased.
"Scar, who were these Engineers you speak of?" Questioned Alexa. Scar clicked his mandibles before responding.
"Well, the name of their species wasn't actually Engineers. The true name of their race was Mala'kak; but we Yautja just referred them as Engineers." Scar clarified the real appellation of this extinct race.
"That is because they possessed technology powerful enough to cloud their judgement and therefore proclaim themselves as Gods. They had the power to terraform any world they wished. With that kind of force, one could easily become veiled under their own arrogance; and pay the price with death." Illuminated Scar, expanding on what he had said before. This statement only confused Alexa, as she did not quite get what Scar was trying to explain.
"Are you saying that…These Engineers or whatever their real species name was; they tried to play God and faced extinction as a result of that?" Asked Alexa, under the suspicion that this was what Scar was describing. Scar nodded in response as he took another bit of steak and began to consume it.
"Exactly, Alexa. With so many worlds blooming with life thanks to their efforts, the Engineers were determined to create the ultimate organism; a perfect species to help them rule the galaxy for aeons to come. Unfortunately, that very creature they created was also of the most dangerous beasts within the Milky Way Galaxy. They were unable to fight off the hordes of the monsters they had unleashed and thus the empire they held among the stars hundreds of thousands years ago crumbled as their race was soon driven to extinction." Explained Scar, detailing the calamitous fate of the Engineers.
This brought both fear and sadness to Alexa's heart, knowing that her worst nightmare was also responsible for the downfall of a galactic empire and the genocide of another noble and technologically advanced species.
"Wow…that's terrible." Said Alexa in response with a slight distraught tone to her voice.
By no means did this feel pleasant, it actually made her feel pity towards the Engineers; despite Scar informing her that they all died out because of an ill-fated attempt to play God. This opened up her mind to another question about the Engineers before they disappeared from the face of the galaxy, never to be seen again but not forgotten amongst the minds of the Yautja.
"Scar, did the Yautja ever meet the Engineers before they died out?" Questioned Alexa yet again.
"Actually, yes. We tried to help them from the wrath of the dreaded Kiande Amedha, but we failed. Ever since our failed efforts to save the Engineers from facing extinction, most Yautja have avoided contact technologically advanced species to prevent the risk of circumstances as such from ever happening again." Scar elucidated.
Alexa honestly didn't know what to say or think at the moment. How could such a technologically progressive race possibly create the most deadly and horrific creature in the entirety of the Milky Way Galaxy? It was truly a dreadful thought for Alexa, knowing that these so-called Engineers were all wiped out because of their own irrationality and false perception of themselves as divine beings.
She found herself questioning, could the same fate lie for humanity before they had even explored beyond their own solar system? The Xenomorphs still terrified her to the bone and she felt like there was a significant chance that this phobia would soon transcend into reality, bringing upon the annihilation of the human species. With this anxiety lingering in her mind, Alexa began to feel…worried. Her head hung low and she stopped eating her dinner. Scar took notice of Alexa's sudden shift in mood, knowing that he must do what he could in order to ease her current state of nervousness.
"Alexa…" He said as he gently placed his claw on top of her hand on the table. Alexa looked up and saw Scar's face; that look in his eyes made her know that he was there for her in times like this, since after all he was her Life Mate.
"I understand that you are scared of the Kiande Amedha, but I doubt that your people will suffer the same bitter fate as the Engineers did aeons ago. You have nothing to worry about." Stated Scar in an effort to calm her.
Despite Scar's heartfelt attempt to bring her tranquility, Alexa did not feel relaxed. This was because of something else unknown to Scar.
"No, Scar. You don't understand. With those Xenomorphs held captive at my place of work, there's the risk of a possible containment breach. If they break loose, God knows what kind of havoc they would cause." Replied Alexa, fearful that the rest of humanity may suffer the same hellish ordeal which found itself imbedded deep under her skin.
If that grim apparition was bound to come true just as she had dreaded of, then perhaps the human race wouldn't live to discover the wonders of the Milky Way Galaxy up close and personal. Scar of course, thought otherwise; as he knew about the destructive wrath of the Xenomorphs and how the Yautja hunters would go for attempting to contain an outbreak, preventing those parasites from infecting another world.
"If they escape, we will fight them and win, Alexa. We Yautja have hunted the Kiande Amedha for hundreds of thousands of years. Do not worry anymore." Stated Scar once more in a reassuring manner to bring serenity to his Life Mate's mind.
Not wanting to spark an argument for the evening, Alexa decided to just agree with what Scar had to say to her. After all, she knew that Scar's people were quite familiar with how to fight against a race of parasitic aliens who bled highly corrosive acid. What still bothered her was the thought of how human soldiers would attempt to fend them off; most likely to deficient results. Nonetheless, Alexa put that thought behind her for the time being as she did not want to feel disturbed and petrified for the remainder of the evening.
"Let's…just not talk about those Xenomorphs for the rest of the night, ok Scar?" Alexa said, trying to convince the Yautja hunter to cease any further discussion about these alien parasites for the time being.
Scar of course, submitted to her request as the two of them just sat at the table and finished their meal in silence. Not a word was spoken until both of their plates had been cleared.
After dinner had been concluded, Alexa went into the living room, broke out a classic English novel and began to read it. Scar of course could not read any written human language; as he learned to speak this dialect by mimicking the sounds in his own voice. He became curious about this piece of literature Alexa was reading and questioned her about it.
"What are you reading, Alexa?" Scar asked his Life Mate with interest as he entered the living room. Alexa looked up from the book in her hands.
"War of the Worlds, it's an old book that was written about 100 years ago." She replied with composure present in her speech.
With a title like that, Scar figured that this must be one of those supposed tales he had heard Alexa mention about humanity fearing the existence of extra-terrestrial life forms and that one day they would invade their home planet. He still believed that this was a silly thing to be afraid of, regardless if this fear could be made all the more real with the Kiande Amedha present on Earth under the captivity Weyland-Yutani.
"I guess that story is about your people's fear of aliens, Alexa?" The Yautja hunter asked her once again.
"Yes, and this was written long before we even developed space travel technology. We knew that there were other worlds out there, but we had no idea what life on other planets would be like. H.G Wells predicted in this novel what he believed to be Martians from the planet Mars." Explained Alexa, trying to add some historical context to the given book in order to help Scar understand why it was even published in the first place. However, this only made Scar more confused in regards to the theory of life on the world that human beings liked to refer as Mars.
"Isn't that world uninhabitable without the use of terraforming technology?" He questioned Alexa under the impression that this specific planet was nothing more than a frozen desert to its core.
"Well, yes, but at the time we had no idea. In fact, some people actually believed that Mars would be some kind of lush oasis." Alexa replied again, stating that some predictions of the universe within humanity's past were vastly misleading from the soon-to-be discovered truth.
Scar sat down on the sofa next to Alexa. She began to wonder what exactly the universe really was; if the reality of whatever lay beyond the void was anything like the human race could've possibly fathomed. Scar's species had undeniably seen most of what the Milky Way Galaxy had to offer, and with that previous tale that told of the Engineers' untimely decimation; Alexa speculated that perhaps he had some other information to tell her about the true side of the galaxy which humanity had yet to uncover. He just had to, it only made sense.
"Scar, what is the galaxy really like out there?" She asked her Life Mate with much inquisitiveness, to which Scar simply cocked his head to side in confusion. He found her question to be so…ambiguous and unclear.
"What do you mean, Alexa?" Scar replied out of mystification.
"I mean…what is really out there, Scar? What kind of alien civilizations exist within the Milky Way Galaxy and would those aliens come in peace? Or, would they wage war upon us instead?" Alexa inquired yet again, hoping for an earnest answer from the Yautja hunter.
"Are you sure you wish to know this, Alexa? I feel that your species are not yet ready to know the truth out there." Replied Scar, warning her that it may or may not be as pleasant or extravagant as she would've hoped. Alexa of course, thought otherwise. While she knew that she could never abandon her home, family and life on Earth; she still wished to know about the reality of the Milky Way Galaxy now that she had become accustomed to living with an alien hunter under her roof.
"Humanity may not be ready, Scar…but I know that I am." She replied with a sense of enthusiasm in her speech. Scar could tell that she really was eager to know the truth, so without any further hesitation, he opted to finally tell her.
"Well, as you know, we Yautja keep ourselves distant from other advanced species like us. However, we know about the existence of many extra-terrestrial races out there. I have heard about a supposedly all-female race known as Asari; though I've never seen one myself. They are but one of several species who are part of some alliance." Explained Scar, giving details that while may be vague, helped give Alexa a glimpse of the galaxy out there that she and the rest of humanity at this point in time would not witness.
As to be expected, she was fascinated with this new information and desired to know even more. So Scar continued to elucidate on this enigmatic universe which Alexa might never get to see in the rest of her lifetime. This continued for a few hours, which Alexa found herself carefully listening to everything that Scar spoke to her. He told her about other alien civilizations he had heard of, ranging from a militaristic avian-like species known as Turians to a race of tall blue humanoids that were allegedly fully entwined with the nature of their native world. It now seemed there were so many nations across the stars, both technologically advanced and tremendously primitive.
That's because it was true, as in a vast embodiment of life such as the Milky Way Galaxy; it only made sense.
Eventually, Alexa decided that it was time for her and Scar to rest for the night. After all, Alexa still had work the following morning and knew that it was best for her to be well-rested if she was going to continue operating in the laboratory with her co-worker Pablo De Rosa on the Xenomorph samples. Scar knew that his species were not used to such short sleep cycles as human beings, yet he tried to adapt to it for Alexa's sake. Sleeping in the same bed as her was a delight he had to admit and knowing that it also brought bliss to his Life Mate motivated him to do so. However, it would not be the same tonight, as indefinite to Alexa's mind. While the two of them climbed into bed, Scar thought how he would go about slipping through the cracks and hunting behind her back. It had to be done while she was asleep no doubt, that was for certain. Alexa took notice of Scar, not quite sure what was with him. She felt the need to ask the Yautja hunter what was the matter with him.
"Are you alright, Scar?" Questioned Alexa, concerned for the well-being of her Life Mate.
"Oh, it's nothing Alexa." Replied Scar, lying and doing his best to conceal the deceitful truth in his words. Believing the dishonesty to be truth, Alexa didn't think twice about it and just hit the hay for the night.
"Goodnight, Scar." She leaned in and reached for a kiss.
While Scar came to realize that kissing was a human form of showing affection towards one another, he himself had not become accustomed to it yet. The mandibles of a Yautja like him were clearly not built for this, but Scar still tried his best to adjust to this odd sensation. It did not work out well the first time around, as he accidentally scratched Alexa's face with one of his sharp teeth. But just like most things in life, he knew that practice would make perfect and began to repeat it until he finally got it right. This time around was not his lucky accomplishment, as while he was fulfilled with the ecstasy of love from Alexa as their tongues met each other, he could still feel the coarseness of his mandibles against Alexa's face.
"You're getting the hang of it, Scar, but you still need to be careful with those mandibles and sharp teeth of yours." Stated Alexa, impressed with Scar's efforts to learn a human act. She then laid back on her pillow as she shut off the lamp by the bedside. Scar then waited for her to fall asleep; but while doing so he began to question his own actions.
Should I really be doing this? Betraying Alexa's trust just so I can preserve the most important aspect of my Yautja culture? He thought to himself.
It now seemed like such a tenacious thing to do considering how much Scar truly loved Alexa.
No, who am I kidding? This must be done. If Alexa can never know about my secret hunting, all will be fine. Scar thought once more, deciding that he was now obliged to take this path no matter what.
He was doing this not just for himself, but also for his bloodline and Paya herself; as what would a true Yautja be without the ability to hunt?
He quietly and slowly inched himself out of the bed and tiptoed his way out of the bedroom, hoping that he wouldn't wake Alexa in the process. If that here to happen, Scar sincerely hoped that Alexa would just assume that he was making his way to the bathroom and just fall back asleep. Luckily for him, Scar did not wake her up. As his Life Mate continued to doze off into the night, Scar began to strap on his hunting armor and take out his weapons; doing so as quietly as he possibly could in an effort to not rouse Alexa.
He decided that for this particular hunt, his weapon of choice would be the wrist blades in his gauntlet. Simple yet immensely effective, Scar knew that it was indeed a well-chosen selection for his weapon assortment this night. With all of his gear equipment for a night's worth of hunting behind Alexa's back, Scar began to climb out of a window and activate his active camouflage once he was outside the walls of his Life Mate's house.
As he treaded through the grass and the moonlight, Scar began to wonder who exactly he should target. The Kiande Amedha were obviously out of the question due to them being held in a disclosed location under lock and key with countless armed guards safeguarding the alien parasites. With that set in mind, humans were the only other option for Scar to hunt since he knew that he didn't need to hunt for his own food while living on this planet. But who would this Yautja seek out to slaughter tonight?
Scar then remembered that incident several days ago when a gang harmed Alexa and attempted to rape her. He only killed one of those vile men and despite all the ecstasy it brought him, Scar wouldn't be truly satisfied until all of them were deceased for the unforgivable acts they committed against his dearest Life Mate. Perhaps if he finished what he started several days ago on this very night, Scar would finally be brought this gratification he so secretly desired. The wicked blood of rotten souls would soon be spilt as Scar began to track down these dreadful human beings who would dare harm his Life Mate in any way.
"I will finish what I started…making you pyode amedha pay for what you've done to Alexa." He spoke to himself with a sense of grim determination present within his speech as he strode on into the night, ready for the kill.
One thing would be guaranteed about the men who wounded Alexa and made a stab at trying to sexually assault her: They would not be able to live for much longer.
On the other side of town, a morose and dreary neighbourhood was there and in this very region lived the gang members who Scar sought to murder. As most of its people were in a state of slumber for the night, two souls remained conscious for the time being, subjected to an interrogation from the local police authorities inside the basement of this house. At a table they sat and questioned the two men about the brutal, gruesome killing of their friend, to which they found some less than viable evidence that neither of the police officers affirmed one bit.
"Do you two crack heads honestly expect me to believe that an alien was responsible for the murder of Ricky Gonzalez? I mean, are you guys on drugs or something?" The first police officer grilled the two men, denying every aspect of their alibi.
"I'm telling you, officer; that is what I saw. We was just checking out this hot babe near the grocery store, then some freaky alien dude showed up and he fucking stabbed Ricky to death!" Lamar said in response to the inquisition presented to him by the police officer.
"I saw exactly what he said too, and swear its true officer! We've got ourselves a killer alien on the loose!" Carl joined in, trying to defend the words of what his friend had said earlier.
The police officers just looked at each other for a brief second, unsure what to do in this given situation involving two men from the ghetto who claimed that they saw an extra-terrestrial being murder their brother Ricky Gonzalez. One of them sighed as he took out a notepad and a pen, ready to write down the descriptions of what this supposed alien looked like according to these hooligans.
"Alright then, if your friend Ricky was indeed murdered by an alien like you so claim, what did it look like?" Questioned the police officer once more.
"Well, he was tall and muscular, I swear that those were dreadlocks on its head and his face was hidden by some kind of weird looking mask." Explained Carl, recalling what exactly it looked like according to his memory. As the police officer wrote down the notes, it became more and more conspicuous that these two men were either really stoned that day or just really stupid.
"Tall, muscular, dreadlocks and a face hidden behind a mask? Doesn't really sound like an alien to me son, I'm pretty sure that it was just some crazy guy with a bloody knife if you ask me." Stated the police officer in response to Carl's elucidation of the mysterious being who mercilessly slaughtered Ricky.
"That's not all, officer. He was using these strange looking gauntlets of some kind instead of a knife. I reckon that might be some kind of alien technology." Lamar jumped in, adding some more detail to back Carl up.
"Yeah, I'm still not convinced that this guy who murdered Ricky was an alien." The police officer stated his scepticism kept growing by the second.
"What if I told you that his skin looked almost reptilian like and he smelled like that too?" Carl said in a final attempt to persuade the police officers to have second thoughts on the matter at hand. Unfortunately, it did go as he had planned.
"Now that's just fucking stupid. I think our job here is done, Jerry." Said the police officer, as he wanted to leave with the barely useful evidence they had compiled from this ill-fated interrogation of these two men.
Just as they were about to depart however, the sound of a shattering window could be heard coming from upstairs. It no doubt caught the attention of all 4 men combined, as they all began to think the same now.
"D-did someone just break into the kitchen or something?" Lamar asked nervously, fearing for the worst.
"You two hold you horses and stay here while Jerry watches you. I'm going upstairs to see what that ruckus is about." The first police officer stated as he took out his pistol and walked up the stairs.
As he reached the second floor, he was met with the sight of a broken window in the living room with shards of glass scattered all over the floor. It was quite a mess, but no trace of any person could be found within the room at all. The police officer was puzzled, as he could've sworn that someone or something had just broken inside this very house. He lowered his gun and walked over to the broken window for a closer peak. He was beginning to think that it was just some rowdy teenager who threw a rock through the window and broke it, but of course that was not the case either. Sadly, he still couldn't find any trace of a potential intruder; but something had to have meddled its way here, he was certain of it. As he turned around to head back downstairs and retrieve his partner, the police officer was met with the horrific sight of a masked figure that looked exactly like the one which the two men downstairs had previously discussed.
He was shocked hard enough to collapse onto the ground and point his gun at the menacing being standing before him, but the beast showed little to no interest in him. Words couldn't describe just how petrified he had become.
"W-what the hell are you?" He questioned the mysterious figure as fear filled his voice.
The Yautja hunter did not respond. It just turned away and started to make its way to the basement where his partner and the two gang members were situated. As he watched the alien hunter descend the stairs while blades began to unsheathe themselves out of the gauntlets that it wore, the police officer's trepidation rapidly grew with every breath he took. The lies that those men had told were indeed true, and they were all most likely going to meet the same cruel fate as poor Ricky Gonzalez did just mere days ago at the hands of this alien hunter.
What he did not know however was that Scar had no interest in hunting down these police officers, but rather to seek vengeance upon those two rotten human souls who attempted to harm his Life Mate in sinister ways he couldn't even imagine. He swore to hunt according to the guidelines of the sacred Honor Code, not to leave a trail of bodies that once belonged to innocent lives like a heartless Bad Blood. A true Yautja hunter he remained at heart, and tonight would prove it.
As Scar descended the stairs into the basement while dragging his wrist blades against the wall, his prey began to tremble with terror. They watched the figure appear out of the darkness, so full of malice and keenness to slaughter even with its inhumane face concealed behind a mask. The police officer took out his gun and pointed it at the Yautja hunter, only to be easily thrown to the ground by this bruiting alien. He then stopped and took a quick glance at the officer before breaking the silence in the room.
"I have no business with you, but these two will suffer." Said Scar in a raspy human-like voice to the shock of the police officer.
Making his way over to the two men whom he schemed to slay with his wrist blades drawn out, they knew that their fate had been sealed. There was simply no chance in hell that they would ever survive the wrath of a vengeful Yautja hunter seeking to deliver retribution. The other police officer came running down the stairs to regroup with his partner, only to be met with the sight of the alien hunter pinning one of the gang members against the wall with a blade against his neck.
"What the hell man? Why are you trying to kill us?" Carl said, questioning the Yautja on his true motives for wanting to spill their blood.
"And what the fuck are you anyway?" Lamar inquired too, as a mixture of fear and curiosity had filled his mind. Scar clicked his mandibles still hidden behind his bio-mask before responding.
"You hurt Alexa and tried to rape her. I will make you pay for what you have done and you shall die in the name of Paya!" Scar roared at the man before he slashed at his throat with the wrist blades.
This caused him to become decapitated, as his severed head and lifeless corpse collapsed onto the ground, landing in a pool of blood. He then charged at Lamar, stabbing him in the heart with his blades. Lamar could practically feel the life in his body being sapped out with every spec of a second that passed with Scar's wrist blades still being lodged into his chest. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer.
"May you burn in the hands of Cetanu, you disgraceful pyode amedha." Scar said in a grim voice that was appalling even to the police officers watching the whole event unfold.
He then withdrew his wrist blades from the fresh corpse of the man and stared directly at the two police officers pointing their guns at him. Both of them were petrified to the bone and afraid to shoot at the alien hunter after witnessing him brutally murder these two men whom they were interrogating. Without saying a word, Scar pressed a button on the wrist computer console of his gauntlet and activated his active camouflage. Disappearing from their sight, he swiftly made a run for it while they just stood there utterly flabbergasted at what they had just observed.
"H-he's gone. Did he teleport or has he gone invisible or something?" Questioned the first police officer.
"I have no idea, Jerry. I am sure of one thing though." Replied his partner. "We are not alone out there."
While Scar was somewhat disappointed that he was not able to acquire any new kill trophies from this hunt, he was content that he managed to kill two of the other men who violated her. Three of those rotten souls had now left the land of the living and the other two would have to be dealt with another time. He thought it best to head home quickly before Alexa would discover that her Life Mate was nowhere to be found inside the house. Risking her discovering his little stunt to preserve his culture while also breaking a promise he made to her several days ago was not something Scar wanted to undertake.
Concealed by his cloaking device, Scar ran as fast and quietly as his feet could possibly carry him under the night sky. He was determined to make it home before Alexa noticed he was gone, but strange sight caused Scar to stop dead in his tracks.
Up on the roof of a nearby building, he swore that he saw what looked like the silhouette of another Yautja hunter. It was…certainly unexpected to him to say the least, as he assumed that he was the only Yautja hunter currently present on this planet. Yet despite this bewildering sight, Scar could not pick up the scent of another Yautja anywhere. Maybe it was because that other hunter was too far off into the distance or perhaps the whole thing was just Scar's mind playing some kind of trick on him.
Still, the thought of another Yautja; one belonging to another clan on this very world gave him mixed thoughts. On one hand, he was relieved to know that he wouldn't be alone whenever his Life Mate was at her place of work for the day; but there was also the suspicion that this particular Yautja hunter may actually a Bad Blood. He didn't want to assume the worst, but Scar knew that life can be unpredictable and you never know who will succumb to the wrath of evil next after Cage betrayed his clan. Not wanting to drone on about this for much longer, Scar decided to just head home before it was too late. Thankfully, Scar managed to return to Alexa's house without her noticing he had snuck out and broken a promise he swore to keep on her behalf. He stripped off his armor and hunting equipment, rinsed the blood off his wrist blades and climbed back into bed with her; to which she remained fast asleep for its entirety.
What Scar didn't know however, was that this Yautja whom he thought he saw out in the dark of night was part of something far grandiose and sinister than he could've possibly imagined with not just planet Earth at risk, but also his own bloodline too.
Author's note: Hey everyone, Cosmic Sword11 here with a new chapter for Predator and Prey. I know that in the cannon material, it is revealed in Alien Covenant that the android David actually created the Xenomorphs; but in my crossover continuity I have decided that it would make more sense if the Engineers created the Xenos. Just wanted to put that out there. So anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and regardless if you are reading this on FFN, Wattpad or AO3; please remember to R&R. That would be most appreciated. Without any further rambling, this is Cosmic Sword11 signing off.