Right then, here comes another chapter of this fiction of the fan variety… let the final showdown begin!

Predator, Yautja, Xenomorph… oh to hell with it, I don't own any of this stuff. Big deal.

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ARMAGEDDON UNFOLDS

"Get ready…" Scarface nodded, extending the Glaive. "Defend the ship."

Deadstreak and Dachande both nodded, their glaives and wristblades extending and their plasmacasters whirring to life. Their bodies tensed as the metal above them was grated away…

"We don't have much time," Scarface said quietly. "There are far to many of those things."

"Paya…" Dachande half-whispered, "Drake you'd better make it fast…"

The metal above them gave way, flying out in a wide arc as the writhing mass of black-skinned monsters burst through, screeching as they dived down.

"Now!" Scarface yelled, leaping up, swinging the glaive and slicing through one of the Xenomorphs. Even as he did so, two more leapt toward him, hurling him to the ground. He looked up as the writhing mass descended around the three of them…

Deadstreak's plasmacaster fired off a white-hot bolt, blasting into a pair of them. Dachande's wristblades cut through the creatures even as the acid blood ate through them…

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Drake raced across the rooftops, ignoring his own exhaustion and the ache that filled his body. He ignored the wind whipping at him and his heart pounding.

The hospital came into view as he leapt across the rooftop, crouching on the edge and looking down toward Rachel's hospital room.

She was asleep in the hospital bed. Two doctors surrounding her.

Great, he finally thought, I'll get someone after me if I get her out of there now… I can't wait, though, don't know how much time there is…

"You did get here fast, didn't you?" An all-too-familiar voice rang in the air.

Drake spun round to see just who was standing there.

"…Yutani?" He asked, barely recognising him.

Yutani stood there calmly, but not as Drake had seen him. He wore only his trousers, and his chest was muscular to say the least. At the same time, it was far from human. Thick organic tubes like those on the sides of the Xenomorphs twisted around the sides of his torso, accompanied by wires that went round to his chest. His right shoulder was entirely mechanical, as well as his entire left arm. His skin was covered in ridges, just like the Xenomorphs.

"Jesus…" Drake gasped, "What the hell…?"

"You think the Monster Squad were the only things I upgraded?" Yutani laughed. "Of course I saved the best modifications for myself…"

Drake whipped out the Glaive, brandishing it in front of him.

"Don't try and stop me," he threatened. "I will cut you down, you old fuc…"

"What makes you so sure you'd succeed?" Yutani cut him off.

Snarling, Drake spun through the air, extending his wristblades as the Glaive spun…

Yutani grabbed the Glaive, forced it down into the roof and kicked Drake in the face, hurling him away.

"Like it?" Yutani laughed. "Xenomorph DNA. Monster Squad implants. Yautja technology and DNA from the company's old storage facilities. That concoction amplifies by capabilities more than you could comprehend…"

Drake barely even heard him. Mainly because he'd just fired the Plasmacaster.

Yutani leapt over the plasma bolt and thundered down through the air. Drake rolled across the ground, narrowly avoiding him, and kicked him in the side.

Barely feeling the blow, Yutani grabbed Drake by the head and hurled him across the roof.

"Face it, boy…" Yutani laughed, "There's nothing you can do. Your friends are probably being ripped to pieces right now. I am about to kill you slowly and painfully. And. You. Are. Never. Going. To. See. That. Little. Bitch. Again!"

Drake suddenly leapt up, hurling the Glaive upwards and into Yutani's chest. Through skin, flesh, bone and right out the other side.

That was when Yutani laughed and kicked him in the ribs.

"Nice try, boy," he laughed. "It's over!"

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Deadstreak leapt back, hurling three firebombs into the mass of Xenomorphs. As they exploded, the black-skinned monsters dived out of the way as the blazing heat burst out.

"Into the ship!" Scarface yelled at the top of his lungs. "We can hold them off better!"

Still firing away, they backed into the ship, the doors closing in front of them.

"That won't hold them for long," Scarface said flatly. "The ship's defences will buy us some extra time, but…"

His face fell beneath his mask.

"If Drake doesn't get back here with Rebecca, then we're finished."

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Drake felt himself hit the side of the water tower. Yutani struck him in the face again, one of the metal supports buckling and breaking before the force of the blow. Drake grunted in pain as he felt his ribs snap inside his chest.

"Now Die!" Yutani yelled, swinging his fist through the air…

Drake suddenly leapt up as Yutani's fist smashed through the support. Swinging the Glaive, he cut through another…

"Page One, Rule One:" Drake grinned as the tower collapsed, "Don't mess with the Yautja."

The entire water tower collapsed, the huge mass of water surging down. The splintering metal crashed down onto Yutani, carrying him down into the street below with a deafening metallic crash.

Drake pulled himself up. At least three of his ribs were broken and a long cut ran along his side.

Ignoring his own injuries, he turned back toward the hospital window.

There were three more doctors in there.

Shutting his eyes, Drake listened intently…

"We're ready to operate," one of the doctors nodded. "But we have to act now…"

No! Drake realised. If they operate, she'll die…

Drake leapt forward, the glass of the window smashing before him…

The doctors spun round as Drake landed right in front of them. They immediately backed away, turned and fled.

Behind Drake, Rebecca had shot up in the hospital bed.

"Drake!" She gasped, "You…"

"Rebecca, listen," Drake said quickly, "You have to come with me…"

"I can't!" Rebecca gasped, "I…"

"You have to trust me!" Drake pleaded. "I don't have time to explain and you wouldn't believe me anyway, but please!"

"But…"

"Rebecca." He put his hands on the sides of her head. "Do you trust me?"

"…Yes…"

"Then trust me now."

"…OK."

Drake nodded and picked her up, running over to the window.

"Freeze!" A voice came form behind him.

Two police officers raced into the room, pointing their weapons at Drake.

"C'jit…!"

At that moment, however, what looked like a blur shot through the window, hurling both guards into the corridor. Their dead bodies immediately slumped to the floor.

"Going somewhere?" Yutani smirked as he clenched his fists.

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OK, my intent there was that the chapter got more frantic as it went on.

I know there were no real barrier here. Problem with the document manager. I've complained.

To sum up the situation: Drake must save Rebecca and he's about to get the crap kicked into him by Yutani. Meanwhile the Yautja are trapped inside the ship. Man, could this get any worse?

Next Chapter: It gets worse.

All reviews welcome!