Man, I am getting so many reviews on this story…anyway; glad you all liked the "side-effects" in the last chapter. Anyway, now I've got the background story out of the way, it's time for what you all came here to see…cool Predator Action!

There's also an unfortunate/humorous surprise in store for Drake in this chapter. I'll bet you didn't see this coming, but it's one of the few major points remaining in Drake's life.

And a note on the Xenomorphs- they will probably be appearing somewhere between Chapters 10 and 12, maybe sooner, maybe later. But when they show up, they will be in a good number of chapters (hopefully). So that's at least some good news, Xeno-fans.

One last thing- this starts the main part of this story, when Drake is 16 years old.

Yautja, Predator and all related characters are © 20th Century Fox.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S MASSACRE

The night was clear and hot as Drake crouched on the edge of the rooftop. God, he loved the summer…even at night.

It was hot now even for Midsummer. Drake looked down into the alley as the car containing his prey stopped and a young man stepped out, carrying a large case.

Just like my first hunt, Drake thought, only it's a hell of a lot hotter tonight!

The man was quickly greeted by about six others, all of them heavily armed. Drake looked down intently as they started talking, slowly unsheathing his spear and making sure he was still cloaked.

Finally, they turned and headed into a derelict building to one side.

Quickly and silently, Drake jumped down into the alley, landing in front of the entrance the thugs had used.

Inside, one of them quickly looked round.

"OK, the meeting's in a few minutes. Let's go."

The gangsters started to head around through the inside of the building. Drake quickly started to move around the structure.

One of the thugs, still brandishing his weapon, looked out into the streets. A pair of cars were lining up in the alley.

Tonight was a meeting of the gang members in those two cars. However, the gang Drake was tailing was planning to take advantage of this and move in on the other gangs' turf.

The two gangs began to enter from opposite sides of the building. Drake watched silently from the rafters as they approached each other.

When the prey fight among themselves, Scarface had always told him, The cunning hunter will turn the situation to his own advantage.

The gangsters approached each other and started talking.

After a few seconds, it happened.

Members of the third gang suddenly leapt out, opening fire with their assault rifles.

"Jesus Shit!" One of the gangsters cried as the bullets sliced through him. The other two gangs started firing wildly, cutting down most of their attackers as another one of the third gang suddenly whipped out a shotgun, shooting three of them at once.

After a few more seconds, two-thirds of the gangsters were dead on all sides.

Now!

Drake suddenly leapt down from the rafters, firing the Speargun in his hand as three of the spears shot out, slicing straight through three of the gang members.

As they all cried out in shock, Drake landed in their midst, striking out around him with the Glaive as the blood sprayed in a red circle around him.

A gang member behind him suddenly took out the Shotgun and fired. By the time it took the weapon to fire, Drake had leapt toward him, thrusting the Glaive forward as it sliced through the gangster.

Another one, behind him, instantly leapt forward, brandishing a crowbar. Drake whirled round and grabbed the man's arm, twisting it away and, as the bones snapped, he stabbed straight through his stomach with his Wristblades.

At last, Drake stopped, with the gangsters lying dead around him. It took him only a few minutes to tear away the skin from his kills.

Drake looked up at the gangsters, as they hung dead from the Rafters. He turned round silently and walked toward the door.

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It took Drake a while to head through the Sewers until he came to a large, open area. In front of him was a magnificent Yautja shuttle.

He made his way on board, heading to the room, which contained the weapons. He hung up the Glaive, Speargun, Wristblades and Plasmacaster, and removed his mask.

Now sixteen years old, Drake had grown tall and strong. His years of intense training had served him well. He had dark, brown hair and brown eyes.

Behind him, a much larger demon entered the room. The Yautja's face was a dark orange-brown, but, instead of a right eye, it had a massive, grey scar. This made it extremely obvious why Kura'Tha also had the name "Scarface."

"Drake," he greeted his adopted son, "I see you're back."

Drake nodded. "It was a good hunt."

"Drake, I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure," Drake shrugged.

"Well, the Elders have decided that, even though at least half of your DNA is Yautja, you are nonetheless human."

"Uh-huh…"

"And, as they said, you would have to live among humans."

"Yeah, but I go up to the streets all the time, and…"

"Yes, but…now they have something different in mind."

"What?"

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"WHAT?"

"I said, Drake, that you have to go to School."

"What?…But…"

"It's not my idea, Drake." Scarface paused. "OK, so it is my idea."

"But…"

"No buts."

"Oh, come on! I've never been to School, and…"

"And the Elders say you have to, since you couldn't go to a Yautja school."

"Well, what's wrong with being home educated?"

"Nothing. But you need to learn to better disguise yourself within large numbers of humans. This is a good chance."

"This is insane…"

"No it isn't. And it's too late now, anyway. You start in two days."

I thought that'd be a surprise! So; how will a half-human, half-Yautja cope in the war zone that is a high school?

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know having Drake in high school may not exactly be genius, but it's going to be a large part of a VERY large problem that Drake's going to face very soon!