Thanks for the great reviews of the first chapter. Really makes me feel confident. Anyway, here is the second chapter. I'm not too proud of it, I will admit. It's mostly an exposition chapter, so there's alot of talking. The dialogue is a little corny, so please excuse it. I've uploaded Chapter 3 along with this one, so If you don't like this, at least you'll probably like Ch. 3. Oh, and I don't own GSG or Predator. Just so we're clear

The Deadliest Game

There is a saying on my planet: "Inside the heart of every coward burns a straw dog". This saying has become synonymous with describing humans. On the outside, humans are frail, delicate, weak minded beings with a pitifully short lifespan. However, if a human's life, or the life of it's loved one's, are ever put in danger, these weak and pathetic creatures transform into vicious, sadistic, mindless mass murderers who will not stop until whatever wronged them has been pounded into dust. It is this metaphorical fire that truly makes humans the deadliest game.

I returned to my camp with the young blonde girl I had fought. As soon as I stepped out of the sewage muck and onto the hard concrete, I immediately got to work figuring out the mystery of this girl's strength. I laid her onto my operating table and began to run a scan on her. She woke up once during the scan, and I, in a panic, smashed her on the head with the scanner, which, in retrospect, was a little extreme. Anyway, the clonk on the head knocked her out again, so I resumed scanning. It wasn't long before I realized the source of her power: her body was covered in cybernetic implants. I was astonished. The humans had done what we predators had been trying to accomplish for centuries; they had created a cyborg. Chills ran through my body as a sudden revelation dawned on me: with enough of these things, we would no longer pose any threat to the humans. We would be replaced as the most deadly race in the galaxy by a species that can barley comprehend its own central nervous system. My stomach churned at the thought of the amount of political upheaval this would cause back home. I rushed to my makeshift computer and quickly contacted the main camp. I had to tell our leader about this. After a few seconds of static, I finally got a clear line through. A voice crackled over the radio. "This is Glavius at Central Camp. What's your haul? Over."

"Glavius," I shouted at the radio, "It's me, Killrine."

"Hey Killrine!" Glavius voice thundered cheerfully, "How was your hunt? How many didya kill?"

"That's not important!" I yelled frantically, "I have an urgent message for Pack Leader Coldyron!"

"What happened?" Glavius responded quizzically, "Didya run into a really tough human?"

"No," I said, "I ran into something much worse."

"Oh shit!" Glavius gasped, "A xenomorph?!? You ran into a xenomorph!?! Fuck me, this is bad!! We're not properly equipped to handle xenomorphs!! Please tell me there's only one and you killed it!" Before I could utter a word of protest, I heard Glavius yell, "Everyone, Killrine ran into xenomorphs!!" I heard the main camp degenerate almost immediately into a frenzy, as shouts of "oh no" and "come on, we can take'em" were bandied about.

I slumped back in frustration, then screamed into the radio, "NO I DIDN'T RUN INTO ANY FUCKING XENOMORPHS!! GLAVIUS, LET ME FINISH MY FUCKING SENTENCE, PLEASE!!!"

"So…there aren't any xenomorphs?" Glavius stuttered after a brief pause.

"No, for fucks sake." I sighed.

"Oh, well then false alarm everybody." Sighs of relief mixed with growls of disappointment at Glavius's comment. "Hehe, sorry about that." Glavius's chuckled, more than a little embarrassed. "But seriously, don't scare me like that. You know how I feel about those crazy xenomorphs. So, what DID you run into?"

I told him everything about my encounter with the killer children and my subsequent discoveries. He was silent for a moment, than said, "So, the humans figured out how to make cyborgs, huh?"

"Looks like." I responded.

"Damn," Glavius half sighed, half groaned, "bastards beat us to the punch." His voice suddenly became serious, something that rarely happened in his case. "Do you really want to tell Coldyron about this?" He asked.

"Absolutely," I answered, "He is the hunt official, he'll know what we should do next. Well, he should know."

"Yeah, I'm not disagreeing with you or anything," Glavius came back, "But, you know, lately Coldyron's been acting…weird. Some of the pack thinks he's losing it. This may send him over the edge, which would be very bad."

"Listen", I said firmly, "I understand that Coldyron hasn't quite been himself recently, but we need his guidance. Now, if you have a better idea, tell me now. If you don't, do as I fucking say."

Glavius was silent. He knew I was right. Then he spoke, "So the cyborgs are disguised as little girls, huh? It's brilliant, no one would ever see them coming. It's something only the humans could have thought up." I silently agreed with him.

"Listen," I said, "I'm going to send you the scans I took of the cyborg girl. I want you to examine them. I want to know everything these girls are capable of. But most importantly, I want to know how to kill them." I hooked up the scanner to the computer and began the data transfer.

"No problem," Glavius said in his usual, chipper voice, "Consider it all good and done, my friend."

"Thanks," I responded, "And don't forget to tell Coldyron."

"Don't you worry." He chuckled. "So, what are you gonna do now?" He then asked.

"I'll probably go out hunting some more, I guess." I said.

"Well, in that case, go kill some humans for me, okay pal?" He said.

"Sure, right, bye." I said and turned the computer off. It was at this moment I became aware of a presence to my left. I turned and found myself face to face with the killer child, staring directly at me, her face void of emotions, aiming her handgun at my chest. At this moment, instinct kicked in and I drew my spear gun and aimed it at her. Not wanting to start anything at the present moment, I tried to reason with her. "Listen", I said, "I don't want to harm you." Then, I suddenly remembered that our language, despite being a rich and highly complex one, to a human it is simply a series of meaningless growls and snarls. It also has a tendency to frighten young, human children. Even cybernetic ones. A look of fear spread through the girls face as she stepped back and fired several shots at me. I leaped to the right, effectively dodging the bullets, and shot a spear into her left leg. She cried out and fell to her knees, but then whipped around and shot me in the chest. I let out a roar of pain and anger, then fired a spear at her head. She lifted her arm and blocked the spear, but the force of the it hitting her arm knocked her back. I finally had the drop on her, and as I approached her, my spear gun aimed at her head, she suddenly spoke. "What are you?" she whimpered. "I don't want to harm you." I said to her, speaking in the human language. My human voice was low and gravely, and probably scarier than my normal voice. But she eased up a little, so she at least understood me. I then fired a stream of sleeping gas at her from my wrist-computer, and she fell asleep. I picked her up and put her back on the operating table, this time strapping her down, just in case she woke up again. I then sat down, healing my wounds, and thinking about what Glavius had said: "Bastards beat us to the punch". The humans have a new weapon, and we a new reason to fear them.