Chapter 2
Yakjar jumped back as the alien dropped down from the shaft. It pounced on Yakjar, as a bloodcurdling scream ripped out of its fang-lined mouth. Adapting to his situation, Yakjar grabbed the beast while it was flying at him, then head-butted it in the face. Slightly dazed from the blow, he grabbed its head then twisted it abruptly, snapping its neck.
That was a close one, thought Yakjar as he cut off the right hand of the alien. He continued on his way, wondering what awaited him at the end of the corridor, for that's where his real challenge lied. He had been inside the alien infested facility for three days and was starting to feel the bite of hunger, and you can't eat aliens because of their acidic blood. "Hmmmm three days… has it really been so long?" Yakjar thought aloud to himself. It seemed like only yesterday that his village was following in the wake of himself and the village elder. The elder was leading him down the path to the ancient building while giving him hunting tips. The building was a large rectangular shape. It sported a roof with a shaft for ventilation. It also had glass squares lining the sides.
Despite his former believing, his planet didn't originally belong to his people. The history of the former inhabitants was a strange one, he was told. Its people were in constant war and only lived around seven to ten decades, a meager amount of time compared to the lives of predators, but theses primitive ape like creatures were driven off by the mighty predators long ago. Questions about whether these creatures called "Humans" still exist today are still a mystery. However, some believe that these creatures left when they found out the predators were coming, for the planet was strangely under populated when the predators arrived. They say that the humans left the galaxy and traveled to a different planet, and are a thriving society. There is also a prophecy, a prophecy that states that one day the humans would return to let loose there horrible vengeance.
"Woops, here we go", said Yakjar as he approached a tall door. This one was predator crafted and had archaic symbols upon it, but luckily, it was in a dialect that he could understand. It said, what walks on two legs, can outwit even the sharpest hunter, and has evolved through the barrier of time? "Humph, that's easy; the answer is a human being." The door slowly crept open, and from within the chamber, a creature issued a low growl…