Here's chapter six! Hope you enjoy! Thanx for all of the reviews!
Predator Vs. Tremors
Chapter 6: Alliance
Bert held stock-still as the aliens seemed to converse in their strange clicking language. They had saved his life, so he figured they wouldn't kill him. The largest of the aliens knelt close to him and said something in its language.
'I never wanted to have a gun so badly,' Bert thought.
An'tir'de stared at the human intently. They were going to have some problems with the creatures that surrounded the ship, not to mention the new flying creatures and worm-creature; perhaps this human could be of some assistance. They were going to need weapons, being their own were not going to last them very long.
"Where do you humans keep your weapons?" An'tir'de said to the human, who in turn gave no response. It didn't understand him. An'tir'de gestured to the human, then his plasma-caster, then back to the human. The human stared blankly at him. An'tir'de was about to try again when a loud screeching filled the air.
The clan looked up to see six of the flying creatures heading towards them. They only had five shots left, enough to kill them all but one. An'tir'de jumped to him feet, took aim and fired. His shot was true. The large blue-white blast hit the creature, incinerating it in mid-air. The students took their shots as well. With an amazing burst of luck, the student managed to hit each of the creatures, bringing their numbers down to two. An'tir'de aimed at one of the remaining two creatures and fired again.
He missed. The creature had veered to the left at the last moment, and then continued his course towards the group.
Bert heard the Ass-blaster before he saw it. The aliens, however, could obviously see the Ass-blasters perfectly. They aliens began to fire at the Ass-blasters.
'At least they have good aim,' Bert thought as the aliens hit four of the Ass-blasters. The largest of the aliens fired at one of the two remaining Ass-blasters, which dodged the blast.
"I hate these suckers and their learning curve," Bert mumbled. The aliens seemed surprised as well. They threw down their guns and pulled out short metal rods that expanded into six foot long spears. They screamed as the Ass-blasters approached. The Ass-blasters swiped at the aliens but moved upward to avoid the spears.
The two came back at the aliens at an alarming speed. The one turned away at the last moment as the other plowed into one of the aliens. The alien dropped its spear and screamed in fury and pain as the Ass-blaster ripped its chest open with its claws and razor-sharp mouth. The other aliens attacked the Ass-blaster as it was tearing apart their dying companion.
Unfortunately, being that the Yautja were preoccupied with the one Ass-blaster, they failed to see the other one coming.
The second creature landed on the rock outcropping and prepared to lunge at the Yautja. An'tir'de spun as the creature lunged.
Suddenly, the creature roared in pain as a spear tip emerged from its chest. The creature collapsed on the ground dead. An'tir'de looked up from the fallen body to see the human holding a spear.
"Take that you flying, son of a bitch," Bert spat at the Ass-blasters carcass. The aliens stared at him unmoving. By the looks of it, the first Ass-blaster succeeded in killing one of the aliens.
The largest of the aliens approached Bert slowly. Bert didn't move, except for the slight shaking of his hands. The alien stopped three feet away from Bert. It raised its hand and placed it on Bert's shoulder. Bert sighed in relief and tried to return the gesture, which wasn't easy considering how big the alien was.
Bert glanced at the aliens guns, which lay on the ground. He guessed that the aliens may have run out of ammo. He remembered how the alien gestured to him and its' own gun. A light clicked on in Bert's head. They aliens wanted, no, needed guns. Bert could easily give them what they needed, but why. They had killed Frank and tried to kill him and Earl.
A loud roar echoed in the distance, yet another Graboid was changing. Perfection Valley was going to be overrun if he didn't stop the creatures. First off, he would need to get back to his house/fort. Then he could prepare. Bert knew he had only one choice; besides, the aliens might be able to stop any shriekers that would normally attack him on his way back to his house.
Bert looked at the alien and asked, "You need guns?"
The alien responded by tilting its head and gurgling something. Bert took that for a yes.
Bert smiled, a trigger-happy glint sparkling in his eyes. "You come to the right guy."
Sorry it took so long. High-school is NOT easy and it's very time consuming. I'll try to update again ASAP. Don't forget to REVIEW!