Ch. 5 –
They were making it too easy for him. The Predator watched as two of the teens left the protection of their friends and headed into the darkness towards the cabins. He skirted the larger group and, using the shadows for cover, trailed after the wanderers. He watched as the two talked in quiet voices and the girl fumbled with a rusted lantern. But the Predator was taken aback as she finally got the lantern to work. As he saw the disfiguring scar that slashed across her cream-colored skin.
His gaze was riveted on her while she busied herself moving her things and conversing with the Dillon boy. He began to feel something that was new to him. Emotions that he never even knew existed roiled through his big body as the image of the girl's face seared itself into his memory. There was wonderment, curiosity, and others that he didn't even know the names of.
But rage soon became his dominant emotion as he watched Dillon suddenly force himself onto the brunette. He couldn't help himself as he launched forward, eating up the distance between himself and the struggling pair with long strides. He took the stairs in one leap and grabbed the back of the boy's shirt, yanking him off of the distraught girl and tossing him easily to the ground. The Predator knew that the others couldn't see or hear them. They were too far away. So he reveled in the horrified yell that emanated from Dillon as he descended on him, machete drawn. Blood splattered over the dirt and sparse blades of grass, coating them with crimson dew as the life left the teen. The gaping slash upon the boy's chest revealed his shredded internal organs and shards of ivory bone as his body went limp and collapsed into the bloody dust.
Then the Predator turned, his black gaze falling upon the shocked face of the girl. She lay curled up against the wall, clutching her hands against her chest as her own emerald-green eyes met his. He saw the fear there, as he did every time someone saw him kill, but he also saw a hint of relief and appreciation. Tears cut tracks across her blood-drained face, and she trembled like a frightened horse.
Slowly he took a step towards her, letting his bloody blade fall to his side as he paused on the first porch step.
And then he watched as her bright, fear-stricken green eyes fluttered shut and her lithe body slumped over to the side. She had passed out…