Guardian: My city, my protectorate
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe, Leto, Gik'reber and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan is owned by FOX as well as Aliens and the Predator.
Summary: 1 year after his defeat by HOMe and acceptance from the Morlocks, Vile has found his way to LA and adopted it as his home after a fateful night full of tragedy.
Honor, Loyalty, Death
As Jean and Gik'reber made their way through the maze that was the city of LA, she found she felt a strange respect for this alien being, yet she knew nothing of him. She could easily guess he was a warrior, but that was it.
"Why are you doing this, helping Vile I mean? Even we can't stand him most of the time." She dared the question from her lips.
"Yautja owe great debt to his father, father as his son be safe. When visions show he become monster I thought debt could not be paid…" It was staring at the stars as they rested on a roof top. "Then small abomination come in vision, he bring hope to Savior's son. He allowed debt to be paid." He looked at his wrist again. "Five hundred cycles your time, my people no longer remember debt owed, hunt him. I must give him our mark to save him."
"Mark?" Jean asked.
"I show you not fear?" It asked cocking its head to the side.
"Okay…" Jean said a little wary. She waited a bit before the being removed it's mask with a loud hiss. When it fell from his face she was stunned. The being had mandibles and a jaw, the eyes though caught her the most, they were small and bead like, but full of life and seemed to show age and wisdom. On it's large forehead was a small pink scar like marking. After she saw it she nodded and it put it's mask on once again. There was silence once more.
"What does it mean?" she was now curious, and he did seem willing to answer her questions.
"Honor, Loyalty, Death. Three things Yautja prize the most. Mark is of hunter and warrior of the pack, of the clan and of the people. If he has, no yautja can kill, or the become bad-blood for killing another warrior. It is only protection he need." He seemed to look around carefully and chuckle, but it was more of a cackling.
"Ok, but why are you doing this?" she asked still not convinced that his people's honor was enough. He pulled back his head in surprise and looked over the building's edge.
"Savior, made Gik'reber promise, made me promise his son would not be hunted. My honor demands this be done, even if I am to be outcaste for it." His tone was dark and sad.
"And that means?" She asked, somehow already knowing the answer. He made a simply cutting motion by his neck and she winced. "Ok so what know? I mean I don't think it'll be wise for you to meet the others."
"No, little one fears yautja from instinct." The large being said. "There." He pointed to the courtyard containing the Velocity, "You go, I follow. Find Savior's son."
"Ok. No problem, but how are you going to…" Her question was answered as he pressed a button on his wrist-bound computer and almost vanished into shimmering nothingness. "Please don't let Forge meet up with your kind."
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HOMe had spotted the hunter and Jean on the roof across the street, but he did not fear this hunter. Instead he felt connected to it, as though destiny was going to be pulling a cruel card on the both of them. It took all his courage to force himself across the large gap, but he did it in his usual single leap.
-Hunter not hurt Jean-Queen.- He said staring directly at the hunter, who just gave off a light cackle.
"On my honor, I shall not hurt her." HOMe was still cautious though, and he looked at Jean.
"We need to find Vile, he knows something about his past." She looked up at the hunter, with a small smile.
"Savior's son where is he?" the hunter asked.
-Gone, men in sky take him, Logan very angry.- HOMe lowered his head in shame. –Me not able to protect him.-
Jean went to say something but her large companion cut her off. "Savior's son can protect himself, but cannot heal alone. Another is needed for that,"
The hunter bent down to HOMe, "Little one, Gik'reber needs to protect you. I need your hand." HOMe gave the hunter his hand.
"This will hurt, little one." The hunter pulled out a small knife and panic hit HOMe, but something calmed him, something that chilled him. Then he felt the hunter's knife pierce his hand, his acidic blood flowed out. The hunter then took the knife to his own hand and sliced it, letting his blood mix with HOMe's.
"Now, you shall be blooded, little one, and named for my people as 'Fe'lene'. Your are second brother to the first which has yet to be blooded." Then the hunter dipped his claw into the now diluted mix and began carving a small symbol onto the xenomorph's skull.
"You are blooded now, member of my clan, of my pack. No hunter shall harm you." He then rose to his feet and looked over at Jean. "We must locate the first now, he above all is to be saved." He then activated his cloaking and shot a grappling hook to the building across the street. HOMe grabbed Jean and simply leapt to the other side.
'Great, so how do I explain him to Logan', Jean thought as the three descended down the flight of stairs on the other side.
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I was awake, but my world was still dark. I tried to move, but I was contained. Some invisible force held me. Then I felt my gills spread, I was in water, but far to contained to break free. Then I heard the voices, one so familiar it evoked pity in my stomach.
"He doesn't deserve this, I do, not him." The voice was so familiar and yet so distant.
"He's a threat to humanity, and the includes mutants. And as soon as we collect the other one, it'll all be forgotten." Tapping on my containment, still everything is fuzzy. "You know it took all me, and three generals to 'convince' Fury to catch you. Make yourself at home, considering he'll be next." I heard a distant laught as I slipped into blackness once more.
I waited for the white 'room' to come to me but it didn't. Instead I was treated to the broken mirror lying before me, fragmented and confusing. I started to piece the puzzle together, but each time one section was completed it fell apart once more. Fear gripped me then, how I hated that emotion. Fear, the ice cold fingers of knowing what you don't want to know. I was trapped. I wanted death.
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AN: All freaky obsessive HOMe fans your wait is almost over, for this will most likely not exceed thirty chapters. Have fun with this chapter though because I now have to beta my own work, which means all things will take twice as long. TTFN.