I hope everyone had a fab-tastic July 4th! The fireworks were awesome!Course, they scared my poor dogggies and kitty-kitty. But besides that, was awesome. Had a little get together, and of course my birthday. Got a Wii! Yes, playing the hell out of that thing since last night, lol.(My sides sorta hurt now.)
But anywho, I do not own Predators, just the plot idea and characters. Yay for me! Read and Enjoy!
Life sucks. Lucks a two whore. And fate can kiss my fat ass!
Huffing, I squatted next to a tree as I spied on what had once been my home. It still stood like it did last time I seen it, a gigantic hole in the wall. Only, now there were hard meats weaving in and out like the bands in a basket. It pained me to know it was being used for such crap…
And I wanna kill something!
Teeth gritting, hands balled at my side as I watched. Bee often had to keep me in place, for I was ready to jump out and blast their asses to the wall. He kept telling me to wait. Maybe for his clan but if I have to wait anymore, my butts going to go numb and then, then I'll-the ground underme shook violently, cutting off my thought process.
Brows furrowing in confusion, I looked down, to Bee to see his also perplexed look, then back to the house. Straining, I tuned everything else out around me and just listened. There was a low but deep sound. Almost like when the plasma cannon fire. My confusion deepened as I turned to Bee again. Obviously, he heard it as well. "Is that…?"
"Yes." a grunt left him.
If we are hearing blast form other plasma cannons, then the clan is here. I get to meet them and Bee, he gets to finish what he sought to do in the first place. I thumped his chest and grinned crookedly when he looked at me. A thrill of amusement left him at my actions but, all together was excited as well.
He stepped out first, making hand movements for me to stay put. I frowned, watching and wondering what he was doing. He better not expect me to just stay there while he fights! Sneaking up to the house, he made sure to keep himself hidden and waited. A lone hard meat crept from the darkness provided by nightfall and began searching the shadow, as if alerted to our presence. Good chance it was.
Tell you what, it's fricking astonishing to see such a dangerous and massive being such as Bee being as quiet as a mouse. That takes skill and gracefulness…I'm soooo envious.
When the hunched beast crossed his path, Bee struck and quickly, quietly snapped it's neck. Grabbing the tail, he dragged it toward me and used the staffs blade to server a claw. Picking up the bleeding digit, he help it up and gestured toward me. My head tilted, eyes darting from the black appendage, to Bee's mask and back to the limb.
"…?"what was it he said before…about limbs and their ritual passage of age thing? They mark themselves? "M-mark? Ya wanna mark me?" he nodded and I blinked in pleasant surprise. I know he said all warriors are marked after killing their first Kainde Amedha, and as we all know, I have killed my share. I guess, I just thought he would need to discuss it with the others or something.
Oh well.
Nodding, he took my chin in his clawed fingers gently and turned the left side of my face to him. Repositioning his grip, he brought the claw up and began his tracing. It was placed above my left eye, feeling what seemed like a 'C' that circled to under my eye. Beside it was some sort of crooked z and a small dash to the right of it.
It hurt, man did it hurt. The acidic blood of that creature is a bitch!
My fist balled again, this time the nails cutting into my palms. My eyes slammed shut as my eyes watered, I think one of them twitched as well. My lips mashed together in a thin white thin and it took every resistant I had to hold back the cry of pain. There was no way I would let this make me seem weak, not after everything I've been through, the scars I've gotten for fighting and the wounds worst then this shit.
Finally done, Bee flung the claw away and grabbed my shoulder. A purr rumbled deep in his chest and he looked down at me like a pride father did. "Can we go kill something now?" he clicked contently at my question and nodded. Slipping my helmet on, I nodded at him and we jogged toward the house.
For some reason, 'Mortal Combat' started playing in my head. Dude…that would my theme song!
Once inside, we stopped to listen. There was commotion upstairs and down, in the basement. "I call down." the look on my face when he glanced, I'm sure, was 'and I dare you to argue!'. He knows how much I want to take out queen bitch. Agreeing, if not a little hesitant, he started for the stairs and I, the kitchen.
Most of the familiar room was the same, if not a bit messier due to the broken furniture. What caught my eye was the a large, gaping hole in the middle of the room. It looked as if it had been burned straight through…and I had no doubt it probably was.
Moving closer, I peered down into the darkness to see spurts of light. Most likely from the shoulder cannons. Maybe the hard meats were smart enough to drag some lights down there as well? Who knows. I could see a drop that was a good fifty feet with shadowed ridges and cliffs here and there. Dangerous terrain.(Imagine the ice cave in AVP1 but awesome-er.)
Lips twitching, I stepped back and looked toward the basement door and decided I would try that first. Walking over, I cracked the heavy wood and peered inside. Nothingness stared back. Cracking the door more, I stepped in let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Well, at least the stairs are still in tack.
Moving stealthily down, I rounded the corner and gaped. Just gaped at the sight. The entire floor of my basement was gone…GONE! It looked like some sort of dug of tunnel that went straight down before turning slightly. The size like cavern could swallow, at least, three of me at the same time.
Ah, there goes my twitching eye again.
"Where the fuck is my floor?" I screeched in a sudden wave of anger. These bastards have messed with my life enough! "I'm going to kill every last one of those mother fuckers." seething, I looked around to spot a long piece of chipped and scratched wood and a fleeting thought of what it had been before. Using my foot to flip it up, I caught it and was shocked to see my old snowboard.
...oh hell to the yah!
Looking back to the 'pit', my head tilted in thought. The tunnel sat at an angle, sloping toward the right. I can do that, ride it like I would on a snowy mountain side. Dropping the board, I locked my feet in the clips and tilted forward. The slid was gradual but I moved-"Allyop!"-and fell straight down until hitting the wall.
Knees bending and body hunkering, I shot down the tall but narrow path like a bullet. Pushing my feet right then left and back again, the board swayed the opposite direction and kept me balanced on the uneven terrain. All the while catching more speed.
Screeching told me a set of hard meats were coming toward me and I took a minute to contemplated on what to use. Blades, disc, grenades or the cannon. They have to know I am already here, since I got a good deal down the path before anything showed up. Save the grenades until I am in a more open place. The cannon as well, don't want the tunnel caving in on me by using it.
So, the disc or wrist blades.
'Don't forget about the gun in your leg armor.' a small voice whispered from the back of my head and I snapped my fingers. That's perfect! Yanking it free, I crouched so low, I almost folded in on myself and my butt was inches from touching the board. As I grew closer to the sounds and the hard meats bodies becoming more visible, they suddenly disappeared.
What…?
I breezed pass were they had been with a look into attached tunnels. There were hunkering bodies inside, the hard meats. When I had passed them completely, I cast a look over my shoulder to see them leave the confined space and continue up toward the house. Why-don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth-didn't they try to kill me?
I blinked, my eyes focusing on my hard meat mask I dawned and began to wonder. When I came toward them, and moved in on myself, all they could really see was the head…did they think I was one of them? But what about smell? Did the fact I just get marked and have the stench of alien on me, matter? There were to many if's, ands and buts to deal with at the moment. All that mattered was that I passed them and was still heading for the-TUNNEL ENDING!
Eyes widening, I hit the up-slatted mouth of the tunnel, where the room opened much, much wider. Legs bending back, I grabbed the back of the board to catch some major air. I mean like, thirty feet. I could see both sides fighting vigorously but more hard meats lined the walls. Leaning forward slightly, I threw myself into a spin and started shooting toward my oppents. The shuriken even shot out and moved to circle the cave, striking those I didn't hit.
Their cries were music to my ears.
The commotion of my entrance drew attention but at the same time, my descent down started. I caught the sharp disc, slipping back in it's holster and hit the rocky walls with the board. Jerking with the force and almost falling, I crouched low and used the wristblades to keep me stable.
At the second, I was to far up to make out definite shapes…well, not completely true. I could make out the queen, but it was sort of hard not to, what with her FAT ASS!
Scccccrrrrrreeeeech!
Well, that just sounded ominous.
Before I could even blink, half of the black blurs jumped away the hunkering figures of the Yautja hunters they fought and started scaling the wall. Toward me. I guess the queen gave a 'kill on contact' order. Wonder if they know who I was-or am, whatever-the owner of this house and their soon to be ripper. Didn't matter, I suppose.
I prepared myself for the looming battle fast approaching and when close enough, stabbed the ground. I proceeded to swerve between them like markers at a skiing tournament, sending small pebbles to collide with their boides. I used the blades like sky poles…and yes, I have a plan people.
When I had passed a good amount of them, I spun myself to face their backs. "Plasma cannon, FIRE!" blue light gathered at the cannon barrel then shot forth, striking dead smack in the middle of the group. Bodies went flying in every which way, blood splattering the walls and a couple droplets hitting the helmet and a spot here or there on my exposed skin.
Pained cries echoed among the cavern, the queen calling to her now dead children. Smirking under the mask, I spun back around and leaned toward the right to make myself go in that direction. Closer to the queen. Her children moved to block my path, clawing and scratching at me. I could feel their claws digging into my skin, blood dripping from the wounds but nothing that was to vital.
Jerking my entire body to the right, I slammed my covered head into the closest creature and threw it off the ledge. It cried out, making the others plunge into fury. Well shit. Stabbing the ground with the blades again, I pushed off of the rock and twirled around it fully. The bottom of my board came into contact with about five hard meats face, throwing them back. Then it and me, touched down before sailing away.
A roar full of pain exploded from the bulky warriors below. I looked, seeing one of the hunters shoulder was pierced with the tail of a hard meat. It had raised him to hover above it's head as lips curled and drool dripping to the ground. Leaning back, I scooped up a large piece of rock and chucked it forward. With the force, when it collided with the beast head, it stumbled back and throw off the hunter.
And can you guess what happened next?
Yup, my abrupt descent down was cut short as I slammed into the hard meat. We both went flying into the cave wall, splattering like we were 'Wylie Coyote' from the 'Acme' cartoons. I groaned, hands wiggling between me and the hard surface to push back. Piling off like wet piece of paper, I staggered back and clutched at my head as I shook it. Owiiii.
A hand on my shouldered steadied me and I turned to see Bee. "Are you okay, little one?"
"Yah…just one hell of a headache." I muttered, my eyes drifting to the other hunters, the other Yautja. They sent curious glances toward Bee and myself but for the most part kept their attention on their own battles. Coughing a couple times, I slipped from the snowboard clips and Bee held out my fallen Kainde Amedha mask. Hadn't even realized it came off.
"Ready to kill a queen?" he clicked in question.
I smirked at him, a truly dark look as I replaced my protective head gear. "Born ready, babe."