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In Flight Meals Not Included	By : PrimitiveScrewhead Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2393 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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In Flight Meals Not Included

Sorry for the total
lack of updates, folks.� J� worky
worky no sleepy brain mushy. Yeah. That and the
original idea I had for this fic shifted on me.
*hiss*.� I have no beta and I�m a
compulsive writer, so� yeah.� Fic be gibbled.
Oh, and Spanx for the feedback and harassment� I love it. Hahaha.
�Sprinkles� Rules
All.� You shall bow before
Sprinkles.�

Once again, I don�t
own shit besides my OCs and� yeah, that�s about
it.� Everything else is owned by whoever
the fuck came up with Predators and stuff.�
All chapter titles are song titles by KMFDM, which I also don�t own� dammit.

�So calm
Tracking your every
move
Unrelenting my conscious clear
Beyond a shadow of doubt
A force to be feared�
- KMFDM

Chapter Three: �Professional Killer

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck�

I almost resigned myself to getting drilled in both ends,
but the instinct to keep fighting til I was
unconscious or dead kept nagging at me.� Vulture�s
cock was about to descend onto my split lip when I bared my teeth and snapped
towards it as far as my neck would allow. With a rather unmanly squeak he leapt
back, knocking Jarhead with his ass and both hit the cement on either side of
my now freed body.� Instantly I rolled
and started kicking to get those assholes off my feet. I caught Vulture
in the chin and Jarhead in the chest, but it wasn�t enough.

I heard something behind me and looked up just in time to
see the bottom of a boot as it stomped down on my face.� I think I heard something crack and I tasted
blood.� Was that gum on his shoe? Gross.

�You guys are pussies.�

The world went black.

*~*

The Hunter was amazed
the female lasted that long, and that the males would be so cowardly as to tilt
the odds to 3-1 like that, and use such dirty tactics.� He halted when the female almost castrated
one of the males with her teeth and the Hunter had to stop himself from
laughing at the high pitched noise that came from him. For a moment he thought
the female would get away but the third male, the one who already had his way
with the short female joined in the battle, brutally stomping the big female in
the face.� That just knocked the fight
right out of her, and now she was defenceless and in the hands of three very
angry and hormonally charged males twice her size.

No more delays.

The Hunter leapt down
silently onto the rock below, very careful to avoid landing on the crunchy
rancid smelling waste.� All three males
were currently occupied with the big female so the Hunter took a moment to check
on the smaller one.�
Her vital signs were
extremely low and she was losing heat as her blood leaked out of various cuts
on her body. Still alive, but not for long if attention
wasn�t paid quickly.�

�Bitch has strong
legs!�� said one
of the three males, the one who got kicked in the face by the female.� The Hunter was semi-glad he knew some of the
human languages, though he couldn�t speak even half as much as he could
understand.

The cowardly one who
stomped her kneeled behind her head and laughed.� He would die last, and his skull would be
smashed to dust for the dishonour he reeked of.�
That or the Hunter considered keeping him alive, so the females, if they
recovered, could wreak their vengeance, regain the dignity lost.� Actually that would make a much better
punishment.

The angered warrior
purposely growled low in his throat, catching the attention of all three men.
The one already re-settled between the females legs immediately dropped them
and got to his feet, stupid looking eyes in a perfect circle as he scanned the
area.� The Hunter could smell the strange
drugs coursing through his veins, and with an ooman that large it would have
taken a lot of it over years to reduce him to this state. His nasal passages
were shot full of scars and his breathing was not as strong as it should have
been.

�Dude, I think I�m
seeing things again.�

And apparently seeing
aliens was a regular thing for him, even if it was hallucinogenic.

He died first.� It took a millisecond and the male�s throat
was bisected before he could even scream.�
Too easy.�
Not even worth the effort to retrieve the skull.� His body fell onto the unconscious female and
he bled out quickly.
The others proved no
less difficult, but the chase was fun.�
The thinner of the two remaining males took off running, while the
Coward just urinated himself and backed off gibbering to the wall behind him. The
Hunter left him there and took off after the skinny one.� The Coward was momentarily too stunned to be
a danger to the females.

It didn�t take the
Hunter long to track and slice the skinnier ooman into shreds, but he took
immense satisfaction from the male�s steadily weakening cries as the warrior
sat on his puny chest much like he did to the female.� His shiftsuit was
covered in the strange ooman blood by the end. �Pretty much useless now, but the Hunter knew
it would be funny to watch the Coward�s face when he saw an �invisible� alien
covered in the blood of his comrade and swinging the head by it�s
hair.� He took another moment to remove
the head from his latest kill and tuck it in his bag, then turned to either
capture or dispatch the third male, the lone warrior had not decided yet.

*~*

Ow.

The world got bright again, slowly. It felt like an eternity
before my eyes cleared enough to recognize the back of the liquor store.� It took longer to remember what the hell
happened, but when I did, I shrieked.

Well, I tried to shriek.�
Ended up choking on my own blood.� It wasn�t pretty.

Once that was cleared I spat it to the side and thought
about sitting up, but it appeared my body felt like rebelling and decided that laying prone on the cold cement was a better idea.� Stupid body.� It didn�t help that it felt like a rock was lying
across my legs and torso. Well, my body might be rebelling but my neck worked
just fine.� I lifted my head and focussed
on the rock on my belly.�

Then I screamed a lot and kicked and punched and spat a
little more blood attempting to get the heavy body of Jarhead off of me.� He rolled off to my right and I quivered for
a moment in the plain human fear of dead bodies before reining myself in.� There was a reason he was dead. If I didn�t
panic, I�d be fine, and I�d figure this shit out.

Sitting up finally I looked at the glazed over eyes of
Jarhead, then down to where his throat was cleanly carved through. I didn�t
have a knife so I couldn�t have done it.�
Ha, couldn�t have done it even if
I had one, I probably have that asshole�s boot-print stuck on my face. Yay for oblivion.

Maybe the others did it?�
Jarhead took too long fucking me so Assface
came up and slit his throat?

No. I felt okay, other than the smashed in face and the
bruises I could feel forming on various parts of my body.� No forced penetration pains, which was a
massive relief.

Speaking of which�

I finally noticed the frantic voice behind me repeating �oh
fuck what was that dear Christ he�s dead oh fuck what was that��

He didn�t stop as I unsteadily regained my footing and leaned
against the wall nearby.� All the blood
that was leaking out of my face decided to travel back down into my body and
the dizziness swept over me, so I had to hang on to something for a minute.� I spat a little more blood and tentatively
poked lightly at my nose.� Not broken,
but close.� Thought he would have cracked
it, maybe it would just bruise, if I was lucky.

Lucky. HAH!

�Dear fucking Christ he�s going to kill me next I know it oh
god jesus help me please
help me��

The rambler was Assface, and he
looked like he�d seen Zombie Jesus. He was plastered to the wall opposite of
me, staring off down the alley as if something was going to come out and bite
him.� For all I knew he was right, but at
the moment I couldn�t give two shits.� I
noted the blood spatter on his face and neck, and immediately thought of
Truth.�� Oh goddess.

I let go of the wall and stumbled to where I could see the
bright red of her shirt crumpled on the ground.�
She was hunched over on her face and knees over a torn garbage bag, the
reek of old meat drawing flies and causing me to retch.� There was so much blood�

�WHY WON�T YOU HELP MEEEEE?�� Assface screamed
behind me, and I turned to see him fall to his knees and blubber like an
infant.� I ignored him for the moment.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear my head.� Okay
girl, you know how to handle this shit. You�ve seen it before. Don�t think of
it as your best friend. Think of it as a first aid dummy, a mannequin, anything
but Truth.� You know what to do. Check
the pulse, make sure her airflow is unrestricted, lay her on her side, cover
her up, and get help.� No. cover her up,
then go kill that piece of shit, hide the body, then get
help. No.

Stiffly I kneeled down beside the unmoving body of Truth,
dreading what I�d find but reminding myself that panicking wouldn�t help
her.� I reached out and moved her long hair
out of the way and checked her pulse.� It
took a moment but I found it, and it was weak. �Tru?� I shook her shoulders a little, but there was
no response.

Time to panic.

�TRU?!?�� I grasped both her shoulders again and
lifted her up and off the garbage and laid her on her back, her head resting on
my knees.� Her broken and bleeding body
looked smaller than usual, her pale skin contrasting heavily with the dark
splatters and rivulets of blood. Her face looked like it had been beaten with a
baseball bat, her eyes already bruised and puffy, one
cheek smashed and her lips both split open and leaking blood.� Her red hair was redder at the roots, a testification to the cuts and� oh goddess, what if there�s a hole in her skull or something?
Unreasonably I lifted her head and checked for super-soft spots, not really
knowing what it would feel like but hoping like mad I didn�t find brains.� I didn�t even want to think about what else
had been done to my best friend.

A tortured cry sounded out from not too far down the alley,
and Assface paled even more.� I looked up for a moment but went back
quickly to check my friend.

�Oh fuck oh god he�s dead he�s dead too and I�m next I know
it.�

Shut up shut up shut
UP!

Tru grunted and fresh blood
sputtered out of her nose and mouth, which I promptly cleaned off with the
sleeve of my jacket.� Her eyelids
fluttered and I rushed to wipe the already drying blood off of them as well.

A wet crunch echoed off the walls and hit my ears as Tru�s eyes finally slitted open,
enough for me to see white.� Assface screamed like a girl and took off running in the
opposite direction.� As much as I wanted
to chase after him and peel his skin off with a nail, I stayed with my friend.

Tru sputtered and more blood came
out. I didn�t know how much blood she had lost already but this much was not a
good sign.� She took many quick breathes
and coughed for a moment, before opening her eyes more and looked up at me.

�S�so..so
b-bright�� I had to lean down to hear her strangled whisper.� Automatically I thought of heaven and how
appropriate that she saw it, even though neither of us believed in it. My chest
clenched at the implications.�

�Hey sweetie, just rest, don�t try
to talk right now, okay?� You�ll be fine,
just relax.�� My voice sounded so
strange, hoarse.� Who I was trying to
reassure was a mystery. I didn�t notice til a clean
spot appeared on Tru�s face that I was weeping.� I felt my hopes die as Truth�s face crumpled
and her eyes closed. Her body went slack and limp against mine as her last
breathe wheezed out of her.

And I screamed.
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