Hello all.. This is my first attempt at trying anything like this. For now it's going to be a mild storybr /there will be rough language, and some violence. It does deal with the Predator universe, and might even deal with Xenos. Anyways hope you all enjoy part one of New Beginnings.. Criticism is welcomed and encouraged.
"Sprinting as fast as he could down the corridor, whizzing past his head and body, bullets smashed into the wall in-front of him. He spun around a corner only to be met by another guard, the guard swung, and missed, his fist connecting with the wall next to the intruders head. Quickly the intruder unsheathed his knife, and jammed it under the guards chin. He gurgled blood his eyes open wide, and then rolled back into his skull. The intruder removed his knife quickly, and went back to a full sprint. At that moment the other five guards yelling in Portuguese to stop, yet they once again opened fire. One bullet burrowed its way into the intruders shoulder, he grimaced but kept running. All the while his mic kept going off, too worried about saving himself he wasn't interested in what it was spewing into his ear. He continued running taking each and every new opening he could, finally the bullet storm had stopped for a while. A voice came into his ear "status" it said, "for now all clear, I retrieved the data disk, and I'm trying to find an exit now sir." He wheezed, his hands on his knees. He looked down to his shoulder, tilted his head back to see the damage, because he didn't see nor feel an exit. Damn it he thought rolling his eyes knowing that he'd have to dig the bullet out at some point. His rest wasn't for long, as he could hear the thuds and squeaks of boots heading his way. He looked to his right, then his left, and he heard it, the guards were coming at both sides. He sighed, looked at the wall in front of him, gave it a few knocks, backed up took a good breath of air into his lungs, and barreled through the wall.
He laughed at himself for pulling off that task. Luckily the room he smashed into was long, and wide. He grinned, and bolted for the next wall, please work please work, he screamed to himself. With a loud crash, and a grunt he burst through the wall, unknown to him there was a lone guard running past at the exact moment the intruder barreled through the wall. They hit the floor, the intruder with a smile, the guard winded, and pissing himself. He stood up, and booked it down the hall, just as he thought home free! Two guards popped up around the corner "fuck!" he yelled, and threw himself into a slide taking out the guard on the left. The other stunned pointed his rifle at the man, yet he was already rolling over the first guard pulling him on top. Without thinking the second opened fire on his comrade, the intruder feeling the bullets pelt the inside of his shields vest. The guard stopped firing, he took his chance grabbing the shields side arm, and quickly squeezing the trigger landing one to the throat, the other to the head.
Within seconds more bullets shattered into the ground, he grunted pushing the body off him, and getting up as quickly as he could. He ran again, a window! He shouted in his head. The instant he crossed the threshold of the last corridor, like a blur a giant arm reached out and grabbed him at the neck. The intruder panicked slightly, himself already standing at 6'4. His capture the size of a body builder 6'7" or 8" lifted him with one hand. Looking down at him feeling the pressure build in his forehead, the intruder thought quickly big guy=big head, he mustered up the momentum swinging himself to the right, then left, lifting his knee just right. It met with the side of this mans' head. Just hard enough to knock him off balance, the intruder gave a swift elbow to the mans elbow joint causing it to buckle. That was his chance yet again he unsheathed his knife, and plunged it into the body builders' temple. He took his chance, and leaped out the window making yet again another run for it. This time it was open forest, plenty of trees to hide behind. He tapped his ear piece "ready for extraction" static was all he could hear, then "location pinged, LZ a couple hundred meters to the north of your location. Make it fast you have two minutes" the male voice said sternly. "Copy that" he spoke. Been running for god knows how long, now I have to run more?! He thought shaking his head in disappointment. After running for a while ditching most of his gear he heard the familiar buzzing thud from a helicopter. A woman then threw out a line that barely touched the ground, he grabbed it, and begun climbing while the chopper took off.
"A woman helped pull him into the seat across from the pilot "Do you need medical treatment sir?" She spoke to him after handing him a pair of headphones. "Please?" he returned, turning his right shoulder to her. She nodded and begun the removal, within a few minutes she was done, and stitching him up. "Thank you …. Sargent Haws" he looked down to her patch, "not a problem" she smiled at him tapping his left arm. "I was instructed that you contact this gentleman" she said handing him a rather crude looking phone, always using the old shit. He thought, grabbing the phone he pressed one, and without a ring "I see you got the job done Ian." Within a few hours the helicopter landed on a beach just outside of the port town of Cascias. Dawn was approaching, and the heaviness of fatigue was kicking in. He was soon able to find a cab, and asked the driver to take him to the closest hotel. The driver nodded, he stepped in, and drove off. A few minutes passed, and they ended up at an okay looking establishment, Ian smiled, handed the driver his money and walked inside. The clerk welcomed him, his Portuguese was rather bad "do you have a nice room for the night" he spoke in a slow manner. The clerk chuckled "good thing my English is good sir, yes we do have a vacancy." Ian smiled "I'll take it!" he said quickly.
Finally he was going to get the rest, and hot shower he very much needed. Sliding the key card into the slot the door creaked open, he pushed it fully open and closed it behind him. He tossed his baggage onto the bed, and went on to removing his clothing. On his way to the bathroom he left a trail of clothes; pants, socks, underwear, shirt. He turned on the water, and within a few seconds the room filled with steam, Ian looked into the mirror wiping away the built up steam, he looked at himself moved his hand up to the bridge of his nose pinching it lightly, and letting out a sigh. Then wiped his hand down his face, turned around and stepped into the shower letting the water hit his face. "son of a bitch" he groaned, looking over to his shoulder he forgot to remove the bandage. He reached behind his head, and pulled the gauze off.
He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Stepping out into the living room, he turned at the bed facing the wall, it wasn't a plain wall though. There was a giant mirror he looked at himself; skin tone was a light tan, hair short and black. His neck thick that lead to a medium jawline that lead to a thin yet semi wide chin that was covered in stubble. His lips a dark/light maroon, full but scared, his nose was thin at its bridge, but widened up softly at his nostrils. Eyes the color of red chocolate covered by a mildly large brow. His shoulders broad, muscular yet very toned, his chest held wide pectoral muscles, of which held a multitude of scars. His abdomen held very toned muscle outlines, when flexed they felt like plates. Slightly getting full of himself he posed his arms in front of him showing off the muscles, and lines that shown the different ones their place. Both arms were covered in tattoos, most black and grey, only a few in color. Sadly most of his forearms and upper arms were covered in scars, many would soon be fresh scabs by the morning.
While foolishly admiring himself, he noticed something move behind out on the patio, he spun around quickly to see nothing but the moon, and the beach shore. Slightly squinting his eyes, and tilting his head I knew I was just seeing things, he thought then exhaled through his nose in a sort of a laugh. Scenery doesn't move on its own like that, must just be his exhausted mind. Taking that into mind, he turned off the lights, and pulled the covers over himself. He awoke the next morning, his body stiff, and extremely sore. He groaned, and forced himself out of the bed, looked around and found his baggage taking out his fresh pair of clothing, got dressed, and left the hotel.
He stepped out a terminal following a line of people, looking around he noticed a younger woman waving frantically towards him, a smile hit his face from ear to ear. "Ian!" the young woman screamed in joy running up to him wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Hey Sasha" he chuckled releasing her hold, and placing his hand her head. She smiled "just because I'm smaller and younger than you doesn't mean you can just pet me like some animal bro." He chuckled looking down at her "love you too sis, now where's my nephew!?" Ian said, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree. She looked up to him, and smiled softly "well if you hadn't of called so late I would have told him he couldn't spend the weekend with his friends.
Finally they made it outside of the airport the brisk cool air hit his stubble covered cheeks, he took a deep breath and smiled. Yet he also felt like he was being watched, but not from a set of cameras though, from something much more sinister sent shivers up his spine. Sasha looked back at him "hey! C'mon we need to head out there's a snow storm heading this way." Ian shook his head, and ran towards his sister smiling. Took them roughly around an hour to get to her home. They pulled into her driveway, she looked at him and smiled "welcome home Ian." They stepped out of her car, and walked into her home. "Let me get a look at you" grabbing his shoulders, he winced slightly, her face knew exactly why. "Every time you do work for that man you come back with a new set of wounds Ian, you need to give this up. You know mother never liked what you chose as a career." She said frustrated, "well I never got through high school, I was a misfit, only way I could see myself getting anywhere was through the military Sasha." He spoke back to her looking up at the ceiling. She let out a sigh, went to the fridge and grabbed a couple beers handing one to him. "You're 28 years old Ian, you've been doing this for quite some time… Ten years to be exact, sure the money is good very good" she took a swig of the beer, "but Ian it's time to settle down a bit don't you think?"
He looked at her knowing exactly what she was talking about. "yeah it's starting to take its toll I guess, as long as you, and William are taken care of, I'll keep doing whatever it takes." He said to her with a stern voice. "Ian you've provided so much to us, gave Will a future his father couldn't fathom to give. That doesn't mean you go get yourself killed to make sure we're okay." She spoke smiling up at him placing her hand on his shoulder. The bond between brother, sister is strong between the two not many siblings have this connection. As the day went on they spoke, drank, and laughed, Sasha at one point couldn't hold it any more she had to break the 'seal' of drinking too much alcohol. "I'll be back." She chuckled, Ian took this time to step outside, reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out, he lit and took a drag blowing the smoke out in a large cloud. "Just like mom, couldn't ever put those infernal things down." She groaned, "How are you able to do what you do, and still smoke Ian?" "I only smoke when I'm not out doing a contract" he said, smoke coming from his nostrils, and mouth. A few seconds passed, and he heard a tree branch crackle and snap.
"Taking one more drag of this cigarette, he flicked it out into the yard "You better go pick that butt up at some point Ian!" she hissed punching his arm. "I will, but for now we should go inside it's getting a bit chilly." Grabbing her arm softly guiding her to the door. "What got you all rattled?" she asked looking up at him slightly scared, and confused. "I'm cold, and I was done smoking don't worry" he laughed. A few hours had passed, and before he knew it, it was almost midnight. "Well … I'm pooped, I think I'm going to hit it Sash" the words left his mouth in a yawn, arms stretching out above his head. He winced forgetting about the wound on his shoulder shit! He screamed in his head, Sasha looked at him, and smiled "alright, goodnight Ian." The sun rose later in the area that he was at, not only because of winter, but also because of the mountain range that was Sasha's backyard. He rolled out of bed looked at the clock 0715 it read, he felt quite a chill in his room like the window had been left open all night, groaning he picked himself up. Only to be met with a large silhouette and some sort of purring noise, then a sharp pain across his head, and nothing. He could feel a rush of cold air hitting his face, and making his clothes slap around his arms, and legs. He let out laughter ooos and ahhs, as he flew through the sky. "Hahahah! Yes! I'm flying whooo!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, laughing hysterically he moved his arms to the front of himself like superman, while looking down at the thick forest beneath him. Hmm usually I'm awake by now, he thought to himself noticing the trees growing in size rather quickly.
It hit him hard he knew it, he wasn't dreaming he was actually falling. Coming to realization with this, he felt the all too known and very uncomfortable 'stomach in the ass' feeling of falling, this is it this is how I die! I'm done! He thought wildly in his head, then from nowhere a loud long beep came from his chest. A loud hiss, pop, and violent tug pulled him back. Looking up he saw the parachute flared open bringing him to a slower speed, he looked below him and happened to see a lake shore coming closer. Without notice, the parachute disconnected, and like a torpedo he shot towards the water. "Aghh fuck!" he yelled pulling his arms in crossing his chest, his legs he pressed together. In seconds he hit the water. It was surprisingly warm, he relaxed slightly and swam to the shore. Once on shore he rolled over to his back, and started flailing about like a child having a tantrum, yelling plenty a curse word to the sky. He then threw his arms and legs flat against the sand, and for a second looked up to the sky, he quickly scrambled around looking around him, to the sky and saw something he couldn't believe. Two planets, one looked like it was blown to bits, the other a deep grey and blue in color, Ian grabbed the sides of his head dropped to his knees never keeping his eyes off the strange sight before him. A lump built up in his throat as his arms went limp, smacking onto the sand. "Where am I? Why am I here?" he screamed to the lake, the thought of never being able to see his nephew or sister ever again, hit him hard.
He didn't know that he wasn't the only one taken away from his home, his family. Something was watching him from the tree line. Something that didn't yet know he would become something of utmost importance.