Hello, this is my second story. If you're a Predator fan I think you'll like this. Please read and review.
PREDATOR: INVISIBLE KILLER
Prologue
Military training facility, planet Mars. July 18, 2100
Peter Roberts watched the security monitor. He and his friend, James Connor, had the night shift.
Peter drank the last of his coffee. He stuck his tongue into the mug to get at the few remaining drops.
"I'm going to get some more coffee," said Peter, "You want some?"
"Nah, I'm good," said James. Peter got up, streched, and walked towards the door.
"Hey, wait," said James. Peter turned around. James tossed him a revolver.
"I'm getting a cup of coffee, not going on a dangerous mission!" said Peter with a laugh.
"Just to be safe," said James, smiling.
Peter holstered the gun and walked out the door.
It was dark. Peter grabbed his flashlight and turned it on. The place always gave him the creeps at night. He hated the damn night shift!
He walked down a long hallway. The place seemed empty, deserted. His footsteps echoed through the halls.
He had noticed they had turned up the heat very high recently. He wondered if it had to do with Mars being cold or something. Whatever the reason, it made his job even more miserable. It was almost ninety degrees for God's sake!
A sudden noise interuppted his thoughts. He pulled out his gun and pointed it in the direction of the sound. He looked around. Nothing.
I must be hallucinating thought Peter as he put his gun away. He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued walking.
He finally reached the coffee machine. He poured some coffee into his mug. It was cold, but that was intentional because it was so hot in the facility. He didn't mind cold coffee.
He then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He put his mug down on a nearby table, pulled out his gun, and slowly approached the object.
He let out a yell of horror when he realized what it was.
Sticking out of the floor was a spear with a decapitated human head stuck on the end of it.
As he came closer to the head he realized who it was. It was Sergeant Holland, one of the trainers at this facility. His eyes were wide open and his face held an expression of pure terror. Blood slowly dripped onto the floor from his neck.
He backed away. He felt like throwing up. What the hell could have done this? he thought.
Then he heard a noise. It sounded like some sort of chirping noise, but it was unlike any chirp he had heard before. He pointed his gun in the direction of the noise. He looked around. Then he saw it.
Peter could just barely make out the ghostly shimmer of the camouflaged figure. He aimed his gun at the thing, whatever it was. He started to pull the trigger.
He didn't notice the three red dots on his chest.
A bright blue ball of plasma shot from the shoulder of the ghostly figure. It his Peter in the chest, blowing through his ribcage and out his back, splattering blood and bits of bone on the floor. Peter's body fell to the ground, a smoldering hole in his chest.
The creature let out a howl of victory that echoed through the halls.