Alien Vs Predator- Revenge
By Camirr Sanders
April 20,2012
The cosmos is like the Serpents. It can kill, swallow you whole, and with a simple accident, make you part of only real difference is that it is beautiful until you are ripped apart by the vacuum. The Predator ship flies silently through the void, with all the Predators in cryo-sleep except Falcon, who pilots the ship's controls. Unlike most Yautija, Falcons are immune to the radiation particles that accompany the vast nebulas they fly through. Being from a hot climate, and with a metabolism to match, these particles incubate and go crazy in predators, causing vast failures with themselves. In eight weeks, the Yautija ship fires the now waking Predators towards a blue planet, which is because of the vast amount of liquid water, and the wavelength light is spread out through. It's not terribly special, but it's important. And it's in danger. Falcon boards him pod and starts the AI on board, so it can relay information, and destroy the planet from orbit if necessary. The pod jetissons, and Falcon joins his brothers on the Planet Earth below.
The pod spins in the torrents of the hurricane, where its heat signature is hidden, and the rare-metal won't leave traces, because large amounts water displace radiation signatures. The pod slices through several skyscrapers,shattering glass and wall with devastating sonic booms. The floors explode, but the Pods move through, unswayed in their descent down towards Earth. Each of the pods move fifty feet from each other, silent with raindrops the size of hands glistening and fly off. Each with enough speed to shatter glass. The pods crash, driving into the hard asphalt, and into the abysmal sewers. Water cascades in, but the Pods stay sturdy. Inside, the the heat increases until the Predator's energy increases to that of what they would be on Sahara and their other worlds. Headbutt takes three heat packs; Earth is very cold and tiring. He takes some power cells and puts them into a slot under his feet, the least likely place to be damaged, and thus risk a five-mile explosion.
When he's ready, the Pod opens right as the back flies forward, throwing Headbutt ten feet out, and into the water. He rises, and leaps out of the hole. A red flash of microwaves fires across his screen, and into the storm clouds. The mark of the twins. A blue flash appears, Falcon. But Headbutt has no microwave-emitter. Instead, he roars, and then amplifies it, making it radiate louder than the storm, and infinitely bolder. He bends into his gauntlet and texts to the others, "We have hit dirt. Travel to jungle, track trail of specimen. FInd the Hive, and where Wolf Yautijan's Incinerator lies. Fight proudly, or die honorably.
Falcon Predator Vision-
He switches from heat vision to color, to Sound and blues waves are showing pulsing over the destroyed city. The world flies forward as he cruises 18 feet per second. He scans all the destroyed life, and softly croons at rain. Oh the rain against his skin, another reason why this world should be conquered! Sure it can be cold, but Falcon has heard that the desert is close to the temperature of their forests, give or take 90 degrees Celcius. He watches his breathing, he doesn't want the others to believe he is in trouble when he isn't, and he prefers to hunt solo. As he speeds North, the Twins branch out fifty miles to the east, while Headbutt circles with a wide arc of 200 miles, before they all converge on Gunnison, Colorado. Falcon slams into a green sign, but tears through it, taking out the whole words, Welcome to New Orleans- Had Enough Sun? We got tons of rain!
Cobra hisses, and gazes around her Hive. It's like the ghostly images of home, so lost in the endless dark when the first Aliens were taken to spawn new Hives. Someday, when Aliens rule to lands, they will drift towards home, and clear the endless gap. Because it is an Alien's nature to spread, and yet connect. It is their nature to conquer, and multiply, and the country-side of Ohio was getting it first-hand.
Dallas sprints with all his heart, which is tearing at his rib-cage as if it wants to run too. He flees the sound of gun-fire as more National Guard soldiers scour the area in search of Xenomorphs.
"Idiots! They'll show themselves when they're able to kill you, it's exactly what they did in Gunnison. Stay in groups, and near that .50 cal!"he yelled,
"Sir I suggest you stay here. Now I know you've been through hell, but my men survived Iraq, okay? They can handle this, and me personally- The Leuitenant got right up in his face. His breath reeked of ignorance and arrogance- I don't believe in Aliens." That's when they got their first casualty.
The monitors housing all the soldiers' life signs were displayed clearly. So when Private V. Kore suddenly flat-lined, it made the tank-operator edgy. "Uh, Leuitenant, we have a 'lost one'. Last sector his dot was in was B-12, near the K-mart on Laurence Street. Oh my god, we just lost three on Main Avenue, wait, one over by the library...what the hell!" he relayed, and Dallas heard the distant discharge of a gun. It was short, but it sent him into over-drive. He grabbed the arm of the soldier grasping him and twisted, not so much as to hinder the man when Xeno-morphs came a'knocking( like a good arm will matter against claws, a ten-foot tail, brains, and speed on a dark night?) but enough to free him. He took his gun and ran, knowing the soldier could get another one if he wanted too.
In fact, he hoped the man would chase him, so he at least saved one life. And so, his heart is still pounding hard, while the constant snaps of guns and the .50 caliber roared. The first high-pitched shrieks start, followed by screams. Dallas doesn't dare look back, just in case he sees his nightmares again crawling towards him, arms outstretched. He leaps over a car and runs down the hood, no bothering to weave in between the cars that clog the city. In the eight weeks that have eclipsed since Gunnison, the Army has nuked five areas, and sectioned off three Dallas knows that the Aliens could tunnel under the lines, they challenge them head-on, taking each batch of men by surprise. The ones that actually were smart, or superstitious( which is just being smart about something arrogant and ignorant people don't believe is true) got out and covered their tracks with C-4 charges. They covered the Sewers in them, but the Aliens simply dug around, dodging the trip-wires thanks to echolocation.
And from behind the scenes sat Cobra, watching each bloody detail through telepathy with her kin and offspring. Samuel's body sits to her right, deteriorating in the corner.
When Molly and Kelly left Dallas, they made sure they had a plan, which was: Dallas would follow the military routes and try to contain the Aliens, which would give Kelly enough time to get to the nearest Channel Base, or base that will allow her to brief the CIA on this threat, and plans courses of action. Of course, these Aliens are not like the ones she saw. "Mommy, when we meet these men, what will you say to them? Because I don't think you should downplay anything; state everything, and shock these men into listening to you." Molly said, and Kelly stopped to look at her little girl. Gone was the girl who loved teddy-bears, and actually attended school. Replacing her was a girl who could hunt geese with a rake, and succeed. Kelly knealt down and brushed her hair softly. "If that's the case, then we'll need to hurry, because the President was due to speak in Ohio in three days."
The Aliens bite through the body armor of the men, relish every bite. They chew with their different mouths than their relatively useless other ones, digging in as they take a break from their fierce digging. Hundreds more branch, keeping to large groups, and the rooftops as they move towards the forests on the interstate.
Kelly ducks under a branch and continues running, her daughter keeping pace with her easily. Molly brushes more pants out the way and they break the treeline, gazing upon the Interstate Highway. Cars speed by at fifty miles per hour, as the rain hinders them. Kelly runs up to the side of the road and starts waving frantically, while her daughter comes up and does so as well. One car hails over, a man with his wife and two kids. "Hey, are you alright?"
Kelly could spend a lifetime telling her "not alright" she is, and she needs him to turn around. "Listen sir, you won't believe me but have you heard the news lately?"
"No, we've been road-tripping across the country what's this about?"
"Well...there has been an epidemic in the direction you're headed, and every car that passes us won't have any living drivers in two days unless they turn off at an intersection or exit."
"Epidemic? Of what?"
Kelly takes a deep breath, knowing what is to come. "Well, more like an infestation."
The man waves at her to continue, but Kelly notices the wife looks scared all of a sudden. Not a dread, but more of a fear of something happening, or being revealed. Kelly cocks her head at this for a moment but then follows through with a scratch, so it seems she didn't notice. "Aliens." she finishes, and the man stares at her.
"Really, and why haven't we seen any military signs, or skylights?" he asks, and Kelly has to stop to think about that. In the eight weeks since Dallas and her separated, why hadn't the military told anyone. Did other news even know what has been transpiring? Surely in the twenty-first century, with all the texting and radar, people would know if entire towns disappeared right? Right? Well this was true. No one had know the towns had gone dark except for the military, because connection was down, which Molly quickly points out.
"My mommy and I don't know where the Aliens come from, and she killed many bad-guys when she was deployed. What I do know is that this storm is across the whole country, and with all the static and cloud-cover, cellphones, tv, satellite, everything electronic and operated by some signal, was being impaired."
"It's true Daddy. See, I can't even text Lauren!" one of the kids said, which is funny because Lauren is always talking and texting, even if only to herself. The father nods slowly and tells the kids to open the door and scoot over. Kelly clambers in and puts Molly on her lap while shutting the door shut. The man makes a daring U-turn and drives back towards Ohio. While at the wheel, he asks, "Okay, so tell me about these Aliens. Everything from how the government deals with these infestations to what we can do. And leave nothing...out." All the while, the wife squirms in her seat, and Kelly comes to the feeling that while the family seems okay, that wife was going to be trouble in the long run.
Headbutt leaps across the roofs, completely invisible with his enhanced Cloaking device. He crouches with each landing, and springs with twice the height and distance because of it. He switches from heat-vision to color, and activates a buffer on his mask so the water doesn't fog up his vision. He catches human conversation, as barbaric and broken and painful as it is to listen to. "Hey you piece of trash! Where's my money? Oh! Don't have it, get him!" a man yells, and then the grunts of other men sound, and then the breaking of clash and fists against skin. Headbutt looks over the side and sees five man all over this one dude, who must be on the floor because they are striking downward. The lead man in the back is fingering a revolver.
"You think you can just come here peacefully and say you don't have the money. Your momma know what you doing with some of that money buddy! Well now she never-what the heroine?"the gangster stopped, because Headbutt's Plasma Launcher was targeting his hands and legs. He looks up and see where it traces to, in which Headbutt jumps down. The ground cracks for feet around when he lands, as Headbutt exceeds half a ton, compared to the 600 pound other Yautija. The gangsters stop when they hear him roar, and freeze when he uncloaks. One of the people try to hit him with a bottle, but he grabs their hand and makes him hit himself. As he turns around, Headbutt digs his hand through his back while the other onlookers change from scared to horrified. The other person drips dark crimson blood from his mouth, before his body slumps and he's dead. Although Headbutt holds him up because he has something to get first. He moves his hand around and then pulls, disconnecting the whole spinal column and skull from the body in a bloody display of might. As it drips and the people scream, Headbutt turns to them. "You motherfuckers want to play?" he says, and the onlookers scream into the night, while the dark clouds loom above...