Sweet Gorilla of Manila! 200 reviews! I did it! Honest to God, I never thought this fic would do so well…
Time to celebrate, then, as there's not many chapters left. But a big thanks to all those who've shown their support by reviewing.
Now for some violence. Secreted by giant violence bees. On the planet Violence 7…
Sorry about that. I think StormRaven333's insanity is starting to rub off on me and cause me to go crazy (er).
Fox own Predator. Me no own Predator. Me sad now.
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ARRIVAL
Drake's heart pounded as he leapt across the rooftops. For all he knew, it could already be too late. The Queen could burst out of Rebecca at any second.
No.
He wouldn't let that happen. Not as long as there was a breath left in his body.
He finally made that last jump, onto the roof of the Weyland-Yutani laboratory.
"Hold on," He said quietly as he leapt in through one of the windows.
The corridor was empty… but covered with blood and acid burns. Rotting carcasses of humans and Xenomorphs littered the hallway.
"Are they dead?" Rebecca asked, disgusted at the site of the cold remains.
"Yeah." Drake nodded to her. "Come on, the ship's further down."
"Drake…" Rebecca suddenly asked, "What if those things…"
"You can send them away again," Drake answered her. "That'll get us inside the ship and we can get that thing out of you."
Rebecca blinked and looked down nervously.
"Rebecca…"
Drake tenderly brought her gaze up to face his.
"You will live." He said firmly. "I promise."
They both turned, running down the corridor.
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It felt like ages before they reached the hangar containing the ship, running across the rafters.
"We're here," Drake gasped. "We made it!"
"Oh my God…" Rebecca gasped, looking down at the Yautja ship, its arced front and the two huge engines on its sides. "It's incredible…"
"Wait until you see the inside," Drake nodded. "Come on, we have to get down there!"
After a second, however, something dropped down behind her. Drake immediately turned round to see what it was…
As soon as he did, Yutani dashed forward, striking Drake in the head with his shoulder. He flew back and struck one of the girders with a metallic clang.
"Yutani!" He grunted. "You…"
"Not yet, you little freak…" Yutani spat, lifting Drake up by his head and kicking him.
Drake was hurled back, across girders and into another one with a loud clang, bouncing off and landing strewn across another girder.
Yutani immediately leapt over, landing right next to Drake, picking him up and punching in the chest.
"Fool," Yutani laughed. "Across half the city and back again. Wounded. Knocked out by the Monster Squad. Two of these little bouts… seems like the fight's out of you, kid."
He hurled Drake back, but he suddenly bounced off the girder and back, striking Yutani in the face with his forehead. Yutani lashed out as Drake landed, but he grabbed his foot and kicked him in the face. Yutani's other foot shot up and kit Drake in the chin, knocking him back.
"Drake!" Rebecca shouted from across the rafters as they fought. "Oh, God…"
She suddenly looked around, desperate for some solution to shoot out of the blue…
"Wait…" She suddenly gasped to herself. "Drake said I could send them away. So maybe…"
Shutting her eyes, she felt the creature in her chest stir.
It was almost ready…
Desperately, she felt the presence of the other monsters, not so far away…
Drake felt himself hurled down, seconds before feeling Yutani's knee strike the back of his head. He slumped to the girder as Yutani kicked him in the side of the head.
"Fool!" Yutani scoffed. "Don't you get this? I don't know what the hell you did back at the hospital, but face it… it's over! Maybe I'll find out what that was when I dissect you…"
Suddenly, a wave of blackness shot into him… a sudden surge of slimy, black, scaly bodies as the screeches of Xenomorphs filled the air.
"What…?" Yutani shouted as the creatures piled onto him. "Stop this! Get away!"
He desperately struck out, sending one of the Xenomorphs flying back, but their inner mouths, claws and tail began to cut into him.
"Get away from me! I created you!"
Finally, the Xenomorphs forced him from the end of the girder, carrying him down to the floor with a deafening crash as they tore into him…
Drake struggled to his feet, using the Girder to pull himself up.
A second later, the situation shot right back into his mind.
In an instant, he was next to Rebecca again, wounded and out of breath… but alive.
"…Thank you…" he managed to gasp, looking down painfully at his broken ribs as his left arm hung limp.
"Drake, you arm…"
"No time." He answered flatly. "Come on!"
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The door on the side of the ship flew open.
"You made it!" Deadstreak gasped, as Drake and Rebecca ran in.
Rebecca suddenly looked up, shocked, at Deadstreak's face.
"What's with her?" Dachande asked as he attached his mask.
"Relax," Drake reassured Rebecca. "They're my Clan. You'll be fine with them."
"It… speaks English?" Rebecca asked, having heard only clicks and growls from Deadstreak.
"Translator," Drake answered. "They'll get that thing out of you, don't worry. You'll be fine. Just what I promised."
Suddenly, however, a loud screeching sounded from outside.
The Xenomorphs were descending around the walls, surrounding the ship…
"I can't control them," Rebecca gasped. "Oh God…"
"Get her to the medical room," Drake instructed. "I'll hold them off."
"We're going with you." Dachande instructed.
"No."
"Yes we are," Deadstreak answered. "We won't be of any help to Scarface anyway. You're not facing this one alone, Drake. You need help."
Drake paused for a second.
"Let's do it." He finally answered, turning round.
"Drake…"
Drake turned round as Rebecca suddenly removed his mask, flung her arms around him and kissed him passionately on the lips.
"I love you…" She said softly.
"I'll come back." Drake answered. "I promise."
"We have to get started," Scarface interrupted.
"Go with him," Drake told you. "He's my mentor. You'll be fine."
Drake, Deadstreak and Dachande turned and left the ship…
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TO BE CONTINUED…
OK, there's about three chapters left in this story now. Next Chapter: Drake, Deadstreak and Dachande Vs a whole army of Xenomorphs… can we say 'Dangerous'?
To be honest though, is anyone getting sick of this story? Like I dragged it out too much or something?
All reviews welcome! (But flames will be used on the Barbeque to cook me some tasty Xenomorph meat!) (Sorry. Craziness acting up again)