Julius P.O.V.
I seriously wished that there was a smartphone app that would be able to easily detect a person's vehicle. Trying to find a blue van in a thick dense jungle was almost nigh impossible. The leaves were too thick. Also, not only that, but me, Carmelita and Bentley didn't know where the Cooper Van was at all. The van could be literally anywhere in the jungle. Me, Carmelita and Bentley walked through the dense jungle for what seemed like hours, maybe even days. The jungle was pitch black during the night time. Luckily, I had a bunch of glow sticks in my backpack. I broke three glow sticks and give them to the vixen and the turtle. They clipped the glow sticks to their belts. We continued to walk through the jungle. Neither of us talked to each other.
Bentley was extremely upset. And who could blame him. The turtle lost two of his friends to the Contessa and Neyla. The Cooper Gang had never been separated before. They've always been together, ever since they first met back at the Happy Camper orphanage when they were eight years old. Sly, Murray and Bentley had grew up together. They never would've believed in a billion years that one day they would be separated from each other. The separation of his friends hit Bentley like a slug to his chest. I missed being with my little brother Tommy. Me and Tommy grew up together. But, unlike Sly, Murray and Bentley, me and Tommy had parents that loved and cared for us. My parents would've been worried sick if they found out that my brother was captured by a bunch of video game characters inside of a Playstation 3 game.
If my mother and father somehow found out that me and my brother got sucked into a video game and if they found out that their youngest son was captured by fictional cartoon characters, they would've gone crazy. There would be Amber Alerts up the ass in my world. There would be a nationwide manhunt in my world. But then again, if my parents told everybody that me and my brother were in a video game, they would've thought that my parents were insane. They would've locked my parents up for life. It was already bad enough that they were divorced. They didn't need to be put in a psych ward.
Suddenly, all three of us heard a sound. A strange chirping kind of sound. We saw an invisible figure hop out of the shadows of the trees. The being became visible. The being was an alien. The alien had black dreadlocks, with tan reptilian skin. It was shirtless. The alien was shirtless. It had pants on. I immediately recognized it as none other than The Predator from the Predator movies. The Predator (also known as Yautja), were an alien species that were the main antagonist of the sci-fi horror movie series called Predator. There are currently four Predator movies (six if you count the Alien Vs. Predator crossover movies).
I am a huge fan of the Predator movies. I've seen all of the Predator movies, including the two Alien vs. Predator movies. I liked the Predator. I think that the Predator was one of the most bad ass alien creatures in the history of cinema. They hunt their prey for sport. They hunt using various methods, including invisibility and throwing projectile weapons. A Predator hunts using thermal detectors. They can hunt you when you least expected. A Predator is also super hard to defeat.
Never in a million years would I imagine to find myself face to face with the Predator in real life. It was surreal.
"What the hell is that thing?" Carmelita asked.
"That's the Predator." I said to both Bentley and Carmelita.
"What's a depredador?" (the masculine form of the word predator in Spanish) asked Carmelita.
"A predator is a creature that hunts people in movies." I said to the vixen.
"That thing is called a Predator?" Bentley asked skeptically. "I thought that predators were wild animals."
"This is a different type of predator, one that hunts humans and mammals." I explained to Bentley.
The Predator suddenly disappeared. It was nowhere to be seen. But, I have seen all four of the Predator movies enough times to know that the Predator was turning invisible. That's how the Predator always hunted their victims in the Predator movies. They were dangerous that way. They could stab you through the back and you wouldn't even know that you were stabbed. That's how good a Predator's hunting skills were. They put elite game hunters to shame. I heard the whooshing of a machete swish by Carmelita's body.
I tackled the vixen to the ground to avoid the Predator silently assassinating her. The predator missed. The alien was mad at the fact that it missed it's prey. The turtle was terrified. Bentley was literally shaking like a leaf in a tree. He had clearly never seen an alien creature lie this before. He didn't know what to do. I was still holding Carmelita in my body. The vixen was clearly terrified of the alien creature she'd never seen before.
"How do we defeat this thing?" Carmelita asked me.
An idea popped into my mind. In the first Predator movie (spoilers for anybody who hasn't seen the first Predator movie), The main protagonist Dutch (played by Arnold Schwarzenegger) discovers that the alien predator uses thermal vision to hunt and track their prey. Dutch, the only guy left in his squad to survive, then decides to cover himself in mud, since when you apply mud onto your body, it become cold. Dutch used the mud of the jungle to cloak the Predator's thermal vision so that way it wouldn't be able to see where their enemy was. He covered his body from head to toe in mud to ward off the Predator. It worked successfully, working as a sort of camouflage.
Then, the mud covered Dutch managed to battle the Predator, successfully killing it off using a trap that he had successfully put together. The trap kills the alien creature. A helicopter then arrives at the Vietnamese jungle to rescue Dutch. End credits. It was one of my favorite scenes of the original Predator movie.
"We can cover ourselves in mud to ward off the Predator." I said. "The Predator uses heat via thermal vision to hunt and kill their prey. They only hunt warm blooded creatures like me and Carmelita. If me and Carmelita cover ourselves in mud, we will be able to throw off the Preadator's vision and it will be easier to defeat it that way."
"How do you know that this trick will work?" Carmelita asked me.
"Because I saw in an movie once. I don't have time to explain. Just cover yourself with mud!" I said to the vixen.
Me and the vixen quickly covered ourselves in mud. Bentley thankfully didn't have to cover himself in mud, since turtles are cold blooded amphibians. Bentley hid in the bushes while me and Carmelita hid on top of the trees. We were covered head to toe in mud. I was hoping that this trick would work like it had with Dutch in the first Predator movie. I had my trusty jade knife in my hand. The alien was busy searching the area for us using it's thermal vision. I then decided to take a few steps backward and then run as fast I could off of the tree branch and air assassinate the creature like an Assassin's Creed character. I stuck my jade knife into the Predator's skin.
The alien cried out in pain from the wound it received from my jade knife. I then stabbed it a few more times to weaken the creature even further. Once the Predator was weakened, Bentley then used his crossbow to fire his sleep darts at the Predator. The Predator was struck by the dart. It was disorientated. Me and Carmelita gained the upper hand on the creature. I eventually killed the Predator with a final thrust of my knife. The Predator was dead. Neither me, Carmelita, nor Bentley could believe that we had just managed to take down one of the most dangerous alien creatures in movie history. We stood there for a while, our bodies sore from defeat. We slowly walked our away toward the Cooper Van.