BOB: Yo ppl, this is my first crossover fic, its pretty odd of a crossover but makes sense if you know about the Predator as deeply as I do.

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THE PREDATOR FRANCHISE NOR THE RESIDENT EVIL ARCHIVE

MIke Collins yawned tiredly. The mission was boring, very boring. Sure, some of his teammates were killed by those monsters...but it was still to damn easy once the majority were of the things were wiped out. He and three of his buddies, James, Keith, and Matt. Were jokin around and having a good time, despite the horrors they'd seen. All except for Mike anyway.

"Damn! Those bastards are ugly!" James grunted loudly. James was a large black man, he was a war hardened veteran and had fought in many battles.

"I know...they're dangerous though..." Mike squeaked. Keith frowned and slapped Mike in the back of the head.

"Jesus Collins! Why do you have to be such a pussy!?" Keith jeered. The others roared with laughter. Among the group, Mike was by far the weakest. He was small and slightly chubby, he wore thick glasses and had a dorky bowl cut. Keith was tall and thin, and often made fun of Mike for his short comings. "Hell, we don't even need you! All your good for is doing shit on computers." Mike's head lowered as the others laughed. It was true, the only thing he was good at was hacking and reprogramming machinery and computers. Matt frowned and slapped Mike on the back.

"Eh don't worry about it man, he's just messing around." Matt was a fairly handsome man, in his late twenties. He was older than the rest of the group, and usually treated Mike well. The others quieted and snickered. "All right, quiet down. I need to make a status report." Matt reached for his radio,

"EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Matt jumped and dropped his radio. The radio shattered into many pieces as it crashed against the hard cement floor.

"What the fuck!?" Matt shouted. Fear had quickly taken over. He looked to the other soldiers, all armed their weapons. Mike felt foolish armed with only a sigpro while his teammates all had shotguns or assault rifles or anything like that. The soldiers followed the voice to a long alleyway, there was door. Matt reached for the door, it was obviously locked. The team leader aimed his magnum at the door handle and fired. The handle exploded off in a spray of splinters. Matt kicked the door forcefully, jarring it open. They stepped into the large street. It was trashed...

"Oh my god..." Mike breathed silently. Soldiers were scattered all over the street. Some missing heads, some skinned...Mike shuttered at the thought of whatever monster did this still being near them. Keith stepped forward, he looked to the others.

"We got your back Keith..." James nodded to his teammate. Keith looked about, scanning the bodies.

"What...the?" Keith said oddly. Mike peeked his head through the rest of the crowd.

"What? What?" Mike looked at the bodies, and started retch, he quickly cowered behind the others, gaining a slight chuckle from James.

"The bodies...they've been killed in such strange manners. This one was killed by something with two claws..." Keith's voice trailed off as he kneeled over the dead body. "There was one with a huge burnt hole through it, another looked like it'd been cut with..I dunno, fire! Then one...it was...shredded..." Keith was deeply disturbed by the condition of the cadavers, despite being a soldier. Meanwhile Matt was already nervous, it seemed like something was watching him...he looked over at Keith. There was an odd pattern on his head...it looked like 3 red dots almost like a...

"Sniper! Keith! MOVE!" Matt shouted loudly. Keith turned around, wide eyed. In a flash, a brilliant white bolt of light ripped through Keith's face. The blast had torn through the upper right corner of face. Burnt chunks of flesh and brain fluid dripped through the massive crater in his face. An odd gurgling noise escaped Keith's throat and his body collapsed to the ground. The remnants of his brain and eye quickly formed a repulsive puddle around his face. Mike shrieked and fired his gun rapidly. James

and Matt quickly joined in. The street had erupted into a spray of bullets and gunfire as the mercenaries blindly fired their weapons throughout the street. The gunfire died down and the three soldiers looked around anxiously.

"Did we get it!?" Matt growled, slipping a fresh clip into his magnum.

"I...I..." Mike repeatedly stammered, his small frame shaking. James slipped another shell into his shotgun.

"Yeah we had to...how couldn't we have mi-" A white flame ripped through Jame's torso. His eyes were frozen in shock. Mike whimpered lightly as blood began to slowly seep out of Jame's mouth. His large torso snapped off and hit the ground with a thud. Both men were stunned. Behind their fallen ally was something odd. There was an frame of light, with a humanoid shape...it was carrying a long spear, the ends shining with a white fire...the fire that killed James. The figure raised its arm as far as Mike could figure and an orange bolt of light exploded into the air. The light lanced into Matt's head...killing him instantly. Mike began firing rounds off like crazy. He heard several richoches. finally his gun ran out of ammo. he yelped as a hard object smacked into his face. His glasses were crushed and his sight impaired. However the shape took form...Though blurred, he could see a humanoid being. its face was a dark silver, probably armor. This type of metal also lined its wrists, upper chest, shoulders, groin, and shins. It raised its right arm, two objects protuding from his wrist. All Mike saw was is fist flying at him before everything went black.

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The Hunter shook his Arm. Somehow...the soft flesh destroyed his power core, he had nothing but his melee weapons for use...he looked over to the dead prey. He gripped its head tight and pulled, ripping the skull and spine free. He held it high and let loose a fierce roar.

It was hunting season...