The Lost Warrior

by Epicness1000

Humans are killing my species to extinction. I and another xenomorph are the last ones. The last hive has been destroyed, our mother is dead, and we have to fight for our survival, even if it means going against our instinct and creating a bond. Either way, our species are doomed... (please review).

14. Predators

I trudged through the grotesque landscape, scanning the twisted bodies of the dead as they lay on the floor.

So many casualties.

Slowly, I breathed, limping away to find Steel Claw. I was wary- I didn't want to be caught by humans, and I prayed that no Predators had decided to come on this planet. I dragged my tired body along, searching and searching and searching.

After two merciless hours of walking across the dark, navy coloured land, battling the elements, I saw something in the sky. It was huge, grey, and soared high above me. Quickly, I hid behind a large rock, knowing exactly what it was.

It was a spaceship. But it was too advanced to be that of a human.

It was something from the deepest part of hell.

Predator...

I watched the ship as it began to descend towards the planet. I sniffed the air, snorting when I caught the strange scent of the Predator ship. I glared at it, softly snarling as it landed. I shuffled backwards as the doors of the ship opened, and smoke spewed out.

I saw tall shadows of what were the dreaded Predators.

The rumors were true.

They were different colours, but they all had the same basic features- insect-like mouth,clothes with a tribal style to them, very advanced weapons and small, beady eyes.

I was terrified. They were rumored to have these helmets that allow them to see the heat within the body of another animal, but luckily, they weren't wearing one. Instead, they clutched their helmets in their clawed hands.

Then, the three meter aliens began clicking at one another, communicating with each other. I had no idea what it was all about, but a good guess would be that the lead predator (a large, green scaled individual with mandibles larger than the others) was talking about the hunt with smaller, younger predators.

A good guess would be that they heard about my species going extinct, and decided that they would send young individuals on a hunt, and whoever killed the last xenomorphs would be given great honor when they returned to their home planet.

The huge leader stopped talking, and the others began to nod their heads in agreement. Then, they walked off, alone, in different directions.

I'm not the only one on the search for Steel Claw.