I was a little buisy so I couldnt update this fast. I dont own Spyro or any other non-original content here like... ah well i wont spoil it. Extreme gore and swearing in this one. Sheds a little light on a new character too. Enjoy.


A New Threat

Sev's Point of View

The three spinning red dots locked on my prey and three identical red lines formed a triangular reticule indicating my smartdisc was locked on and ready to kill. I dashed through the treetops without a sound and came to a clearing where a group of reptilian escapees formed a circle to sopt anyone approaching. They were good, but I was better. I flung my disc at the dragon dashing for the group and before he managed to give away my position he was in two pieces on the floor, blood gushing out of the halves that were once a whole dragon prisoner. I didnt need to take them alive, these men were on death row anyway, well basically every prisoner of the Red Hand was on death row the moment they were detained. The dismemberment attracted the attention of the group as they rushed over to inspect the rapidly dying torso. I use this opertunity to activate my cloaking and leap down to the clearing. They suddenly spread out and start looking around and spraying the foliage around the clearing with stolen automatic weapons. Dragons were stronger than I thought. I must've not busted that first dragons lungs bad enough to prevent him blabing about me. Ah well just makes it more challenging! I activate my voice mimicry device just for kicks and it synthisizes the species own voice patterns. They hear "Hey asshole, come get some!" from the surrounding area. I enjoy taunting the enemy with their own language. It makes for cleaner kills and I would not expect anyone other than my species to understand a Pilot cuss. I wait as the leader turns in my direction and looks around, panic in his eyes. "SHOW YOURSELF YOU UGLY FUCK!" He shouts out into the surrounding area and I laugh a deep, soulless laugh. Mainly because fuck is a verb not an adjective. Prey are usually unintelegent and slow witted which makes it even more satisfying to turn ones head into a trophy. I circle to the right and approach one at the back. I grab him by the face and lift him up with one hand. He struggles and tries to call for help but his cries are muffled by my hand in his face as I leap up to a tree. The dragons are ludicrously slow to act upon the disappearance of their teammate. It took about 1.4 seconds for them to notice. "Drek? DREK? Where the hell is Drek?" The leader screams in exhasperation. I activated my wristblades and got to work as the captive screams in agony and my hands are soaked in blood. The screams seem to echo off the trees to create a even more bloodcurdling effect. Then down below a puddle of blood is forming. Dripping from the trees. One of the dragons notice as I wait. He comes closer and calls the rest of them to him. They inspect the puddle and look up to it's source to see their, now skinless dragon comrade dangling from a tree branch high above. Red muscle tissue showing all over the body and blood raining on the POW's parade, I was most proud of this work of art. Best one yet. Flayed, skinned and bleeding it was a monument to the heartless atrocities us Predators can commit, and do commit often. As part of the ritual hunt. But this was a different kind of hunt. A hunt not forsacred tradition or enjoyment, though I still feel the latter. It was a bounty hunt. For credits to keep me alive. I hear whimpers from below and I smile evily. Well you cant really smile with mandables can you? I kick their friend's skin down to the bottom to give them another thing to think about. "My... God... Drek... The bastard!" One says as they stare at Drek's boneless outer-skin. They almost instantly recover and raise their barrels up to the trees and let loose full-auto. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU WILL PAY YOU HEAR ME! FUCKING PAY WITH YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE!" The leader shouts in a enraged fury. I was surprised and was almost actually shot by the hail of oncoming bullets. Whoa that was close. Never get cocky. You can have fun but never get cocky. The golden rule of the hunt. I jumped down from the trees and landed hard infront of the group which was momentarily taken back. I quickly activated my cloaking and leaped at one, knocking him down with my Combistick and cutting his throat with my wristblades. I impale another through the heart and fling him up into the air while I simultaneously throw my smartdisc which takes down another one and on its return pass, decapitates the first dragon in mid-air. I leaped behind one and with a single wristblade swipe, took his head off. I took aim at another with my Speargun and the telescopic projectile streaked from the gun into the target and embedded the barb deep in his chest. Slash that, straight through his chest and it took him with it, pinning him to a nearby tree. That left the leader and me. Draco-a-predo... or whatever. I was never very good at human metaphors. I lunged at him with my blades but he dahe dback and took aim with his rifle and fired, hitting me in the shoulder followed up by four more rounds to the chest. Green blood was gushing onto the floor as i jumped back and primed my Plasmacaster and activated thermal vision mode. He was running. I could see his heat signature moving farther away. I switched to neural vision and found that he was panicked, confirmed by the flashing green outline. I finally switched to tech vision and found his weapon was out of ammo. I chased him, cloaked through the foliage and trees. He was foolish to think that he could outrun a Predator but then again what chance did he have? My Plasmacaster charged up and spewed forth a ball of superheated energy that raced towards his target, making it blindingly obvious that he was about to die. He suddenly dodged to the side and it missed him by centimetres. I switch to thermal mode again and find him croushing behind a rotten log, breathing quickly and whimpering to himself. I grasp him, hold him down and dig my wristblades down into his spine. I then forcefully run my blades up his spine to his head and take it off as a fountain of blood gushes out I raise the trophy up high above my head and let out a victorious roar that echoes around the forest. His disembodied head under my arm I activate a comunicator and signal my contractor, Bane. "It is done, they are all dead." I speak through my voice synthisizer in plain einglish as I hold up the squad leader's head in front of the device as proof. "Very well Sev, you will recieve full pay and you can keep the trophy. I have no use for it but a paperweight but I do have a new and urgent contract for you." He says, his robotic left eye glistening with malice. "See him?" a holoimage of a BiDra taking down trooper after trooper is displayed on the viewscreen. "A grunt? Meh! He's not worth my time or effort!" I retort, almost offended by the proposition. "He did this to me." Bane says coldly, indicating his robotic eye. "Oh so it's something personal? I think I can do that. But to let yourself be beated by a mere--" I was cut off by the enraged voice of my employer over the comms channel. "HE IS NOT A MERE BOY! HE IS A SKILLED WARRIOR AND A PSYKER. HE IS ALSO A VERY IMPORTANT TARGET FOR THE DAMNED LEGION HIERARCHS AM I UNDERSTOOD!" "Sir" I reply shortly before cutting off the comms channel. "Man this is going to be easy" I say to myself. I was wrong.