(A/N: This is a rewrite of a story I published and quickly deleted, I won't say why though. I was very nervous with the original because it was my first time with this franchise and I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing or if I even liked it (the story, I mean), but I know what I'm doing now.

Fair warning, there will be some implied racism in this chapter, but I can assure you that it's not very much and very, very brief. Racism boils my blood and I try not to use it too much, if at all, because I know how touchy it is to many people. It's just wrong in my opinion and I hope there'll be a time where it's non-existent.

Anyway, sorry about that, I've been under a lot of stress lately, I'm sorry if it sounded like I was ranting a little bit. I hope everyone enjoys this, no matter how it turns out in the end.)

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A woman in her mid-twenties with copper-colored hair in light blue hospital scrubs was standing at the front desk in a hospital waiting room, looking at the results of a patient's blood test on her clipboard. She was a nurse at this hospital and had been for nearly two years, although they weren't easy.

"Ula'ula," a slightly gruff, feminine voice spoke, coming from a short, portly doctor, "what are the results of my patient's blood?"

"Negative for the usual narcotics, but positive for higher than normal levels of iodine," she reported.

"Great," she said, taking her clipboard and walking away with it.

She tried to stop her to get it back, "Wait, doctor-"

"We have a barfer in bay five," she said, not listening to her.

She sighed softly, "Of course."

A rookie nurse behind the desk held up a container with thick wooden sticks inside, offering it to her, "Want one? Licorice root, good for stress."

"No, thank you," she politely declined. "I'll wait for my break."

She set the container down, taking out a root and beginning to chew on it like a canine. "Is she always like this?"

She nodded, "Yeah, but you'll get used to it."

"I hope so," she said, holding the root in between her teeth like a cigar.

"Well, then, I better go check on my new patient," she pointed her thumb in the direction where the doctor said they would be.

She began to walk away, only to be stopped by the other nurse, "Wait." She held up a spar clipboard, "You're going to need this."

She took it from her with a smile, "Thanks."

"You're welcome, and nice talking to you, miss…" she trailed off, fishing for a name.

"Kelani," she answered with a smile.

"Sasha," she said, introducing herself.

She nodded to her, "Nice to meet you." She left with the new clipboard to help more patients.

She took care of the vomiting patient, no doctors were available to help her, so she had to pump their stomach herself. Apparently, this particular patient was a fan of seafood, and that upset their stomach to the point of vomiting.

She heard the ring of her pager, it was time for a quick break. She went outside to the back of the hospital for a breath of fresh air. There was a pungent smell of cigarettes and marijuana, hospital staff liked to smoke on their breaks, even though they technically weren't allowed to.

She took out a small music player she kept with her in her jacket pocket along with a set of earbuds; it was slightly chilly this day, most likely because the hospital was only a couple of miles from the ocean, and Hawaii is surrounded by ocean. She plugged in the earbuds to the music player and picked a short song, she picked "It Has Begun" by Starset.

It was over quickly and she put it away and went back inside. She went into the locker room and put her jacket in her locker. She then went to go check on more patients and get through the rest of her day.

A transparent, distorted male figure stood on top of a building, looking down to view as humanity went about their lives. He did so quite often, oftentimes to locate the target of his hunt, but also he discovered that it was rather calming to watch the humans below him.

He was not a human, he was a Yautja, a member of a species that lived for the hunt. The art of the hunt was meticulous and complex, and mattered only on rank, and working hard to raise that rank to the highest possible.

He was Blooded, meaning he had passed his Chiva, a trial hunt that signified who would become a true hunter. It also meant that he was allowed to hunt on his own, and collect as many trophies as he could.

He chose to hunt on Earth, some young hunters were assigned where they were to be hunting and collecting trophies, not him. He wasn't more privileged than his peers and fellow hunters, he was the same as they were, he simply requested to be sent to Earth.

Although he could not interact with humans and he was hunting them, he didn't dislike them either. In truth, he sometimes longed to be able to interact with others as they do.

He hadn't talked to anyone in a long time, nearly two years, since he's been on Earth, but he was so far away from his home planet because of an… incident. He didn't want to think about it, just the thought made him feel feeble, as though he was an elderly human.

He gazed down upon them and watched as they interacted with each other and engaged in conversation. He focused the sensors of his Bio-mask on them to hear what they may be talking about; humans were an excellent source of information for leads to locate targets because they always spread information the more often they converse.

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"Goin' to the beach this weekend, wanna come?"

"Jeez, these mainlanders drive me fuckin' crazy this time of year! Fuck, man!"

Nothing interested him, and their tasteless, vulgar language made his stomach turn, threatening to bring the undigested food inside to the surface. He used profanities in his own language as well, but after hearing the same uncouth dialect for so long, he thought he was going insane.

He focused on them again for one last time. If he found nothing useful, he would move to another area.

"I heard a man was shot to death in the forest recently."

He cocked his head to the side when he heard that. Rather than leave, he listened to more of the conversation.

"Really? When?"

"Just this past weekend. This is the third person in less than two weeks."

"Think it could be a serial?"

"Maybe, but the cops are too dumb to say or do anything. They got their thumbs up their asses."

He stopped listening at that moment before he heard anymore, he had everything he needed. Even if it turns out to be nothing but a rumor, he might still discover a worthy prey to be hunted.

Kelani was in the locker room getting her jacket out along with her purse. Her shift was finally over, much earlier than normal because it was a slow day, which was rare for an emergency room, but she wasn't complaining.

She was walking towards the entrance of the hospital to leave when she was stopped by someone putting a hand on her shoulder. She flinched slightly, but relaxed when she saw it was only an EMT named Marcus, a friend of hers.

"Hey, leaving early today?" he asked.

She nodded, "Yeah, it's a slow day, so I'm going home early."

"Cool, cool. So… I was wondering if you were free this weekend? Maybe go to the movies or lunch?" he suggested shyly and awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I can't," she declined.

"Oh, busy?" he asked, his voice shaking a little from disappointment, sadness, and nervousness.

She shook her head but smiled softly, "No, I'm just not the kind of person who likes to go on dates. After a long day, I just want to go home and relax without worrying about anything."

He was a little hurt, but appreciated her honesty, "Okay, okay, I get it. We are first responders and it can get pretty hectic in here and out there."

"Yeah," she laughed, "it can."

"Well, then I guess it's time to say "aloha" and I'll see you tomorrow. Same time?" he playfully asked.

She smiled, "Sure. Aloha."

"Yeah, aloha," he replied.

She walked out of the hospital and towards her car. On her windshield, she saw writing in the dust, someone had drawn an obscene phallic image with their finger. She simply wiped it away with the brush of her hand and got into her car.

She drove straight home, to her house by the beach. It was a modest sized house, two-story, but she wouldn't call it a mansion. It was actually the house she grew up in, her parents gifted it to her when they retired to a different island of Hawaii.

She parked her car and got out, locking it before she went up to her home. She put the key into the lock of her door and unlocked it. She twisted the doorknob and opened her front door, stepping inside.

As soon as she stepped inside the foyer, she was greeted by her Greyhound/Rottweiler mix, Darkshot. It sounded like an intimidating name, but he was really the gentlest and most loyal dog anyone could have asked for. He got his name from the fact he was a mix of dogs regarded as 'hunting dogs', and the term "shot in the dark", he was very reckless as a puppy as most puppies were.

She scratched him on the side of his face and behind his ear, "Hi, buddy, hi! Were you a good boy today?"

She set her purse and keys down and took off her jacket. She sat down on her sofa and he jumped up with her, laying on her lap.

Next to her on the other cushion was her other pet, her cat. Her cat was a Peterbald named Bluegrey, she was very energetic when she wanted to be, but always seemed to be asleep when she came home from work, no matter what time it was.

She turned on her television and started to search through the channels. She never could seem to find anything she might enjoy whenever it was the rare occasion she arrived home early.

She looked out her living room window, it was getting dark soon, but there was still a fair amount of sunlight left, perhaps a half hour. She could see a little bit of the water in the corner of her window, the colors of the sunset reflected beautifully on the ocean.

"Well, if there's nothing to watch..." she muttered, standing up from the couch.

She went upstairs to her bedroom and changed out of her scrubs. She changed into a light pink shirt and slightly tattered jean shorts. She replaced her shoes and socks with marbled-pattern sandals.

She went downstairs and started to open the slider that was her backdoor. Darkshot jumped down from the couch and leaped onto the slider, wagging his tail.

She pushed him down, "No, no, you're not coming out. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

She opened it and went outside, closing the slider before he could follow her. She walked onto the warm sand and went towards the water, stopping as the incoming waves foamed on the beach.

She enjoyed looking out at the ocean, it was very calming. It wasn't something she did very often despite living so close to it. She usually arrived home when the moon was coming over the horizon and was typically very tired, normally falling asleep on her couch if she had no energy to go upstairs to her bedroom.

She had been outside, staring at the warm colors and sparkling ocean, for nearly ten minutes and she figured it was time to go back inside. Just as she was turning her back to the water, she heard the most startling sound in her life.

It sounded like a roar, but not any roar she had ever heard. She wanted to compare it to the roar of a lion, but that wouldn't be accurate. No, it didn't sound like a lion or any other big feline, it was more similar to something that might be heard in a movie with dinosaurs or dragons.

Although she could hear it as clear as crystal, she couldn't tell precisely where it was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the forest behind her house.

Due to the isolation of her house, there were no roads behind it, only coming in from the surrounding area, of which there were few roads that could even lead into the forest. Even if someone could get through without a road, they would have to drive through dense vegetation.

In other words, she couldn't have been hearing a car or a human being because it would be difficult for a person to get far without a vehicle or machete. Even if it was a person, she would be able to tell that she was hearing a human scream, and it most definitely was not human.

However, it did sound as if it could be human-like. Typically, humans have the widest vocal range, however, a select few species can initiate human speech - some species of bird can even speak like a person; parrots most famously.

Even though the possibility of the sound coming from a human was quite unlikely, there was the chance there could be human involvement. As a nurse, a person who's moral duty is to take care of people, that was something she couldn't ignore.

She ran to her car and took out a spare pair of shoes she kept in case her shoes got dirty at the hospital while handling patients. She removed her sandals and quickly put the shoes on.

She also grabbed a flashlight in case it got dark while she was searching for the source of the sound. She didn't know what she could be up against and also grabbed her taser and a first aid kit, in case someone was hurt.

She was well aware of the possible dangers, but she also knew that when she became a nurse in an emergency room. An emergency room could be a jungle some days and she's seen a lot of odd people and cases, and she still did the job she wanted and had to do.

She also had one advantage, she knew the area behind her house better than anyone, she used to hike in it during her childhood. Every weekend, she was walking through a place many kids her age would have been afraid of, and she often did it alone, without her parents.

If there was anyone more qualified to search an area with thick vegetation and humidity, when it was getting dark, with medical experience, she would be that person. She was acquainted with many first responders, and she knew them well enough to know what she was about to do was something they would never think about.

She turned on her flashlight, the sky seemed to get darker at the same moment. She looked at her house, contemplating whether or not this was the right decision. After only one last moment of hesitation, she started to make her way towards the forest.

It was the mid-afternoon when he arrived in the forest. He wasn't hunting yet because he felt it was highly unlikely anyone would attempt a murder in broad daylight, no matter how isolated they were.

He looked around at all of the vegetation and greenery around him from where he stood on a thick tree branch; he felt at home. His home planet had forests and jungles with high humidity, this place was no different. Yet, it was still very foreign at the same time.

Earth was very different from his home planet, and it was different in a geographical sense as well. He had been to the continent of South America, there was high humidity, rain, and many thick vegetation and unusual animals. Where he was, Hawaii - he heard a human call it - was similar to the climate of South America, yet there were differences in the flora. As for the fauna, he was yet to encounter any animals in this forest, besides insects.

Even though both areas contained the same biome of tropical rainforests, that didn't matter if they were separated by thousands of miles. Through his own curiosities, he discovered that dirt on this planet was different in both subtle and major ways a little more than three meters apart from each other. That was interesting, he always thought dirt was dirt, but it was apparently as uniquely diverse as the genetic material of any individual.

He figured he had some time before it was time for his next hunt, he sat on the tree branch and leaned against the trunk. He would have to conserve his energy for the hunt when it happened, if it happened. It could have been nothing but a rumor, but it nonetheless gave him something to preoccupy himself with until he decided to move on to somewhere else.

Suddenly, he heard grunting that sounded guttural yet also slightly nasal and light stomping. It sounded close, perhaps directly below him, he looked down.

He saw an animal with coarse dark hair, it was portly and a decent size, perhaps about half of his height and nearly the same weight, although it could weigh more than him because he was thinner than the average Yautja. He heard some kind of clicking sound, he took a closer look and discovered that it had tusks hidden by its long, flat snout.

What was it doing? Was it perhaps searching for food? A shelter? Territory? Could it be looking for a mate?

These were all questions that grew out of his curiosity if anything else. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kill it, he wasn't hungry and it wouldn't be able to give him a decent hide if he did decide to kill it.

It made more sounds, but they didn't sound like grunts, they sounded more like snorts. It raised its head and made additional snorting sounds, as if it was smelling something foreign. Could it perhaps smell his scent?

Suddenly, it began to make sounds similar to a screech or a shriek and clawed what appeared to be its trotters on the tree he was resting on. It was aggressively telling him that he was in its territory, and it did not seem to enjoy the idea of sharing it.

He could have just killed it and went back to resting on the branch, but he wanted to save as much energy as he could, and he didn't want to draw any attention to himself if there were any humans nearby. He stood up on the branch, making sure his cloaking device was activated, and leaped onto several trees before he came to a stop after finding a suitable tree.

He deactivated his device with the push of a button on his wrist gauntlet, relieving himself of the camouflage. He found a strong branch on this new tree and sat on it, leaning against the trunk again, just as he did before. Now, he figured it was just a waiting game, just a matter of when.

Night fell before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep a couple of times during his wait, and he was ready for a hunt. He activated his Bio-mask to see the life forms surrounding him.

When he activated the infrared vision, he quickly saw that most of his surroundings were red and yellow, they were all conducting heat. He came across this problem before in South America, but didn't expect it to happen again. The climate of his home planet was similar to the tropical climates of Earth and he never noticed this issue when he first wore his Bio-mask.

Although, he didn't remain on his world for long after he became Blooded, and wore his Bio-mask there only once before he left. There was the chance he had simply forgotten about this problem, but that didn't help with his vision.

He removed his Bio-mask and began to adjust it, he was changing the settings for his vision. After some trial and error, testing different visions and even different senses unique to humans, he calibrated the lens of the mask to focus on warm-blooded life forms.

Humans, and mammals in general, are warm-blooded, but plants were not, so it was now easier to distinguish plants from humans. They also have a distinctive shape that would make it easy for him to locate them and not confuse their bipedal shape with a quadrupedal animal.

Now, he was ready. He was ready for a hunt.

He leapt from tree branch to tree branch in search of his target. He also kept an eye out for a suitable prey in case the one he wanted was never found.

He saw mostly rodents and insects, nothing that caught his attention in particular. The most interesting thing he discovered was a tiny, humanoid creature with five appendages; the additional limb, as it turned out, was a tail.

He was beginning to lose hope that he would find a decent prey of any kind, let alone his intended target. He always knew humans were unreliable sources of information.

"Pauk-de oomans," he growled to himself.

Just as he was about to turn back and go to his ship for a new hunting ground, he heard something not too far away from his current position. It sounded like a gunshot, which was followed by an agonizing scream of pain.

It wasn't an animal, it was a human, his target was hunting that night after all, so was he. It was time for a hunter to become the prey of a real hunter.

He began to leap from tree to tree in the direction of the gunshot and scream he heard. He made sure the sensors of his Bio-mask were enhanced to make it easier to find the exact location.

Finally, he came to a stop at a small clearing, one of the few he had seen. He saw two figures below him, one was on the ground and bleeding, obviously deceased, and the other was holding a large gun, large enough to be a shotgun but not quite and a little too small to be a machine gun. A mask covered their face, making it impossible for him to see them.

Unless there were two people randomly killing people out in the forest, this was his target. He silently trilled to himself with excitement, he was almost struggling to contain his eagerness and anticipation to collect the skull of this killer.

He held up his wrist gauntlet and pressed a button on it, preparing his Plasmacaster for the kill, but it had to charge up first. Three red dots appeared on the chest of his target, he was nearly ready to release his weapon.

The killer saw the red lights coming from the treeline above their victim, they looked down at themself and saw the dots on their chest. Instinctively, they loaded their weapon and shot at the lights up in the trees, not stopping until the gun was empty of ammunition.

He was just about to release the force of his Plasmacaster on the killer when the bullets made contact with his body. Most either lodged into non-fatal areas, grazed his skin, or missed him completely, but a couple of them embedded themselves into areas that were neither protected by armor or bone.

As a result of the bullets impacting his body, he fell out of the tree, landing on the ground with a grunt. He heard footsteps running away from him, the killer was getting away. He tried to stand up to go after them, but his body felt numb for a strange reason.

Suddenly, the areas that were shot began to feel strangely warmer than normal, and not in a pleasant way. It was a stinging, burning feeling, as if he was being burned with a fire that could not be extinguished.

He roared as loudly as he could, it was loud enough to echo off the trees and travel for miles. Was it out of pain? Humiliation? It was a question he felt he couldn't answer.

What was happening to him? His body could resist most bacteria and viruses, including those transmitted by humans, why was this different?

He lacked the ability to consider the possibilities of what was at work, his mind was suddenly stupefied by whatever it was, making thinking all but impossible. His vision was blurring, all he could see was a foggy mixture of blue and red from the vision sensory of his Bio-mask.

He felt helpless, and in an environment in an area he was unfamiliar with, he felt death was a very real possibility, even for a Yautja. His only hope was if Paya was looking over him and gave him a chance to live.

He felt himself fading into unconsciousness, he tried to fight it, but it was too great. Before the blue and red of his vision faded into black, he thought he could make out the figure of a human, leaning over him. Although, in his condition, it could have been nothing.

Nevertheless, if there was someone above him, he wanted them to know he was alive, no matter who or what it could be. Using the last of his strength, he managed to rasp, "...Halkrath…" It was all he could muster before everything went completely dark.

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(A/N: So? How is it? Personally, I don't really care if people say it's shitty. They say lightning doesn't strike twice, but if something happens, I won't be testing the theory that the third time's the charm.

Translations:

(Human - Native Hawaiian language)

1. Ula'ula - "Red" (meant as an insult)

2. Aloha - "Hello"/"Goodbye"

(Yautja)

3. Pauk-de oomans. - "Fucking humans."

If something in this indirectly upset somebody, my condolences, I apologize and take responsibility for it. I really did try to be very, very careful while I was writing this. If it makes everyone feel better, it's very unlikely that racism will be a major theme and probably won't be used a lot at all. Again, my apologies.

I based this story off of my brother's experience in Hawaii during his two years there. Take in mind, these are second hand accounts, so much of what's in this is just from my brother who doesn't have the best history of straight stories. Personally, I think he was just very homesick.

One interesting thing I can say about his experience is that he saw a UFO while there. He even captured it on video, but it was hard to see, although it definitely wasn't an airplane.

Whoever wants to stay around can, but if this story doesn't stay, I can't speak to that. Please, nobody ask me and please be kind, that's all I ask.)