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It's Never Enough	By : AriesoftheForest Category: M through R > Predator Views: 4929 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator series nor do I get any profit from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-It's Never Enough
- 2-Normal is the New Odd.
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Key: First person, (Yautja speak), 'Thoughts', Third person.
All right. Well, at least today wasn't going to be boring. There was either a Predator on the loose, or some really insane person was being a copy cat. Either way, she was a little bit screwed. Sighing heavily, Ariel shrugged on her worn out leather jacket and rubbed her gimp leg afterwards, listening to the rest of the news report and flinching when they said bones had been missing. Moving to get her backpack was difficult, so she sighed once more and mumbled "Cane it is, today." Her voice darkened when she said this, she really hated that damn cane. But, reluctantly, she pulled the cane from her closet and leaned her weight onto it.
The cane itself looked amazing, hand crafted wood colored black with metal designs of snake going around it, and the tip was a metal skull of a rams head. Not as big, but none the less incredible. Why did she hate it? Because it made her look old, even vulnerable. Neither of those things were a favorite. Though, she pushed it out of her head to get on with the day. Pulling on her back pack, she hobbled her way out of her bedroom and through her hall way to the garage door. Opening it made her sigh with relief. Her car, her baby always brought a happy feeling to her and especially when she had to drive. Flipping on the light switch shined light onto the sleek cars surface, revealing the monster of a car
Ahh... My baby. 1968 Fast Back Mustang GT with all the original interior and pieces I restored to mint condition. I re-colored it from a sky blue, to a dull black and the interior is scarlet red leather with the Mustang symbol on the two front seats in black. The gear shift handle was an 8-ball, my keys having an 8-ball keychain to match. Why an 8-ball? It was my brothers favorite thing, he believed the number itself held luck for him. I remember him giving me the keychain the day before he was killed, when he told me about the predators. I drew the description he gave me of one... And I remember being so enthralled with what they were until I came face to face with one. No, no. I can't think about that right now. I just want to have a normal day, besides that fucking news cast.
Pushing her backpack into the passenger side window, she climbed through it and into the drivers seat after putting her cane inside. Yes, she was tiny enough to fit through the window. She turned over the engine, giving a Cheshire grin when it growled to life and caused the entire car to quake with the noise and power. Shifting the gears and pressing the garage opener button, she made her way out of her drive way and to the shop she was working at. She was glad to live on a quiet street, not really having to introduce herself to neighbors since they never bothered her. She adjusted her leg to be comfortable as she drove along the streets before hitting the main roads and the noise filled her ears.
Thankfully, it wasn't much of a ride to Marlo's shop and he was already there as usual. As she pulled into the parking lot, he slid from underneath a car and leaned up with a chuckle at his workers beauty of a car. "You know, you should be driving something smaller. Maybe a-uhh... Volkswagon?" He said teasingly as she pulled herself out of the car. Slamming her cane on the cement, she shot him a glare... But her grin shone through "You just want my baby, and you can't have her." The smaller girl cooed. Marlo bellowed his usual laugh, moving over to wrap an arm in hers and help her to the garage. The mulatto colored man was much taller then the soldier, older by four years at thirty-one but today happened to be his thirty-second birthday.
"You better be comin' to my birthday at Bachman's later." He said as seriously as he could. With a roll of her eyes, Ariel sighed and ditched her cane once they were inside. Currently, she was working on a newer Camaro that had a broken axel and the tires were ruined. Dumbass ruined them while he was drifting. "I would love to, Marlo. But as you can see, my leg is really bad today." She told her boss, getting a scoff in reply. "Still gonna keep that answer if I tell you that Shane will be there tonight?" He called over his shoulder. There was a pause for a few seconds, and he knew she was thinking about it. "Yes. He has a girlfriend, asshole." Her voice replied icily. Marlo rolled his eyes, wiping off oil from his fingers. "He dumped her sorry whore ass, asshole." He shot back and almost fell over laughing when she sighed in defeat.
Shane was Marlo's close friend, and the only guy she's actually had an attraction to since she moved and settled down. Just her type, dominant, aggressive, playful... With a soft side thrown in somewhere. Tall, broad shoulders with a pretty nice body. Sure, he didn't have pretty eyes, but he had muddy hazel with dark hair and perfect facial hair. She was surprisingly shy when it came to him, and never had the balls to try and ask him out. So she was what she has, a pussy. Soon enough, he found some blonde bimbo and she had to survive outings the gang had while watching them suck face. She just tried to imagine being in the bitches place, and it made her ache in places she wished he touched. Thinking about it now made her pause as she went to fix the axel. Nope, not now. The faster you work, the faster time goes and the quicker you see that perfect man.
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