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The Fighting Irish: To Hell and Back, With Love	By : girlyhero Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Donnelson slammed Rina into the tree trunk. Trevor drew his pistol and pointed it at him, alittle shaky and alittle confused about what was going on.

"You could have killed it, bitch!" He spat as he spoke, rabid from anger and frustration. He wasn't aware of the gun aimed at his head. "I saw you-- I saw you drop the gun! Why?!"

"Because I didn't want to get killed!"

Donnelson was taken aback, along with everyone else. "What the hell do you mean?" He stopped yelling.

"They don't kill the unarmed."

"The bloody fuck makes you think that?" Lou stepped up at little closer. He was limping from the shot to his leg. They hadn't wrenched the dart from him yet-- Jesse said it could do worse if they ripped it out and tore an artery.

Rina continued to glare at Donnelson. "Because that's what the file said."

The Colonel's eyes narrowed. He knew she wasn't trying to get them all killed, she'd done so much for them this far, finding water and building shelter and keeping watch throughout the night-- she'd sneaked away into the canopy and kept guard (she was so tired, she hadn't noticed the beings closing in on them until it was too late). She was privy to information he and Donnelson had not been; she must have read something about these monsters that had been under lock-down to them. She must have just now realized what was after them too, once she tackled the one in the tree. The Colonel looked to Trevor who stared at him back. He nodded his head at Donnelson.

Trevor stepped up and passed Lou, who backed up when he saw the pistol. He pressed the barrel into the back of Donnelson's neck. "I think we should let'er go, so she can explain."

Donnelson closed his eyes and grit his teeth. He could spin around and snap his arm in half before a shot could get fired, but the others needed to be considered. He let go of Rina as he exhaled heavily and backed off of her. As he opened his eyes, he looked over to Lou then at the Colonel who was staring him down intently. His concerns were correct; he'd been outnumbered for his opinion. They were foolishly letting Rina take the reins of their lives. "Fine, whatever." He sat down on a fallen tree trunk in angry defeat.

"So," the Colonel said as he looked to Rina. "The US has a 'file' on those things?"

"Yeah," she said with a sad smile. "One of the biggest I've ever seen, to tell you the truth. Especially, for being the emptiest."

"What do you mean?" Lou asked.

"The file posed more questions than it held answers," she explained. "Those things, those extra-terrestrials, have been coming to Earth for centuries-- maybe even since recorded time-- we don't know. What we do know is why they come to Earth."

"Invasion?" Trevor looked nervous.

"No. Hunting." She waited for their faces to reach a nice level of horror before continuing. "They hunt us like a fucking safari. They are technologically advanced beyond our imagining, and they become more so with every sighting. Heat and blood seem to attract them. It seemed while we were caught up in our own wars and affairs, the beings would come in and kill what they could until they were bored, then leave. As time went on, we as humans became more curious and were more willing to believe or at least consider the unreal. We started listening to the insane bastards who'd killed eight men-- ten times their size-- about the 'demon' who came and did it. We looked into strange happenings in Louisiana, France, Haiti. All had the same thing-- skinned victims, no heads, and a 'demon' as the culprit from eyewitnesses.

"Then by chance, it happened again in Central America. Even better were two survivors-- one of which was from the US Armed Forces," she glanced at the Colonel, who seemed more intrigued. "The first credible eyewitness we had. Then the soldier's brother ran into them in New York and again in Siberia. The New York incident created a reason for a team specialize in dealing with them, but after Siberia, the team was disassembled and the files destroyed. Russia had soon learned about an incident long ago in Japan similar to theirs in the tundra--"

"Wait," Donnelson stopped her. "I thought you said they liked the heat. The hell were they doing in Siberia?"

"It had to be speculated because the information was destroyed, but it happened so soon after the New York attacks, it was assumed they had crashed there, probably even the same set.

"In Japan, there is a legend of an immortal samurai who had battled and fought a 'demon' and won immortality because of it. Research into that found the legend originated during the tribal period, when more barbaric practices were held-- they believed he'd eaten the thing and doing so prolonged his life."

"That's fucked up," Trevor commented.

"And it happened again in Louisiana, when a man claimed he killed some legendary monster and cooked him up. He's currently living in secrecy in Alaska... he had just turned 132 when I left for my mission, looking no older than he did in 1931," she paused for the murmurs. "There are always side-effects though. At any rate, we only had eye witness reports and small amounts of artifacts-- they were made of metal unlike any on our periodic table. Then in Arizona, a Navajo soldier beheaded one. We had DNA evidence of their existence.

"They're much larger and stronger. Genetically, they're a triple helix, which is what makes them so much fucking fun--"

"Makes sense," Jesse commented. "There is more room for more genes. There was talk about experimentation on creating the 'super human' through adding a third polymer, making the DNA a triple helix. Is that something that stemmed from research on these beings?"

"I, actually, hadn't heard about such experiments, but even my clearance has its boundaries," Rina replied with an intrigued look.

"Super-soldiers," Donnelson said. "There were rumors of men signing up for experiments on creating 'Super-soldiers'." There was another silence. Things were becoming bothersome to them, the information, the pieces beginning to fit. "What else do you know?"

"We had ideas of their culture, as well. And that's why I dropped the gun. Consistently, except for one case, the beings don't kill unarmed people. They never attack children or pregnant women either. There seemed to be a code of honor among them, too. An attack in Los Angeles showed this quite well. A detective had been stalked by the thing, then turned around and started hunting it. His accounts told us about their technology and their culture the most. He followed the thing onto its ship and killed it using one of the weapons he had commandeered. The crazy thing was, he'd killed it in front of nine more of them, who had been invisible the entire time until the kill. Rather than kill the officer, they took up their fellow hunter's body, carried it away, and one that was described as 'older' gave the officer a gun-- sort of a prize. It wasn't one of their weapons. It was a musket-pistol engrave to Raphael Adolini, dated 1715. Adonili was a privateer who in 1718 disappeared without a trace. All belongings left behind, no bodies."

"Well, that solved that historic mystery," Lou chuckled.

"And means they really do have some kind of honor code," the Colonel said. "They don't gang up on 'prey.' They regard the better 'hunter'. That's why there were three against eight."

"Two against eight," she corrected. "The one I knocked from the trees didn't fight us. It didn't even fire back when I did shoot it. He was observing... like he was supervising or something. Which makes me wonder why you were brought here," she stared at Jesse. "It saved you; why?"

Jesse looked about in confusion. "I-- I don't know. It doesn't even make sense for me to be here."

"It didn't kill you either," Trevor said to Rina, "In fact, the one that got Samadi didn't even flinch over you when it got us. I figured that if it wasn't going to kill me there, it was going after you and the Colonel. But it didn't."

"They've never killed anything," Donnelson reminded them. "They aren't 'prey'."

"Then why are we here?"

"Fuck if I know. Accident?"

"Maybe!" Lou said excitedly. "Maybe you're here to give us a fighting chance! If these things knew we were killers-- assassins, soldiers, what-have-you-- then maybe it knew you were an infiltrator and that you knew about them. And hell! Miss Danes already saved us from being eaten by pretty flowers. Maybe you're here to help us survive? At least, long enough to be hunted."

Donnelson started to laugh morbidly. "Maybe you're here to help us breed. Don't want us to be hunted into extinction."

"Donnelson! You better be fuckin' jokin'!" the Colonel yelled at him. He wasn't going to tolerate such talk, especially about Jesse.

"Wait," Rina looked up at Jesse. "It saved you."

"No shit," Donnelson hissed.

"No, it saved her from the cliff and from Wyoming."

"The missile..."

"Fucking hell..."

They sat in silence again, their thoughts pulling together trying to make sense of all the pieces before them. Jesse sighed. "Humans try to save our own prey from extinction, something that could devastate us and our environments. And yet, we have been trying to kill each other since the damn beginning of time. What if they're trying to keep us from the same fate, extinction?"

"Fuck, that's unsettling," Donnelson actually looked queasy for a moment. He had made the rude comment as a joke.

"What if I wasn't picked up accidentally, but dropped off in the wrong place?"

"So many theories..." Lou said as though his brain might explode.

"But I've got a better one for you." A mechanical voice from the trees got their attention. The same blue lightning showed, but this time, the bright red, white and tan colors of Samadi's clothing appeared. Samadi was pulling off one of the being's masks from his face, grinning from ear to ear, breathing heavy from exhaustion.

"Holy fuck!" Donnelson cried out.

"We thought you were dead for sure!" Trevor lowered his gun and smiled in relief. "Where'd you go?!"

Samadi jumped down from the branch, taking with him several strange, alien trinkets. "You won't believe me when I tell you..."
*****

Samadi was being dragged over mud and shrubbery next to Flynn's bleeding corpse. He couldn't struggle because the net that had captured him tightened, almost cutting into his skin. He'd balled up and was trying to reach for the knife in his boot. Suddenly, he was slammed aside as the red being slung him out of his path.

He looked about and saw he was in something he would describe as hell. Bones were jutting out of the ground, bones were scattered everywhere, small fires burned green and blue giving off the hellish heat. A strange macabre spike rose from out of the ground and angled. He watched the red being drag Flynn's body to what looked like the sternum of a giant. It hooked Flynn upside-down to the bone, hanging like an ornament. It tore off the uniform and tossed it into the fires. Then to his horror, he watched it skin Flynn in quick gestures, in only three pieces of epidermis. Flynn's entrails and smaller parts dripped and fell to the ground. Samadi thought he would vomit.

The bigger, brown striped being walked passed him, fiddling with a piece of gear it had wore. He'd press something, then the blue lightning would appear, and it'd start to disappear into invisibility, but it didn't stay that way. It would try again. Nothing. Press again. And again, nothing. It growled in irritation like a puma. What happened next surprised Samadi.

It communicated. It spoke to the red one skinning Flynn. He couldn't understand it, but he could hear distinct syllables. Words.

"Hey, Mhrende, let me barrow your spare cloaking device."

"Red" spoke to it back. It's voice was lighter, accounting to his size. It made clicking noises and trills as the bigger one looked away.

"Hell no! Use you're own!"
"I didin't bring it..."
"Smart move. Hahahaha!"

"Stripes" turned to the long-haired monster, Samadi dubbed it "Tresses" for it had the longest of the three. Tresses was leaning against one of the bones, as though in a state of relaxation. He had taken his mask off to reveal the strange, mandibled face underneath, two long scars running down it. Samadi mused that Jesse as a biologist would have had a field-day with the sight. Stripes said something, some of the words similar to what he said to Red. Tresses shook his head. He then pointed to a large circular bone and spoke.

"Master Naranarti, would you spare a cloaking device?"
"Nope. Your mate-- you fuck it. ...Try recharging it with one of the powercells. It may have merely overloaded. But that's the only one you get to use. If your plasma castor dies..."

Stripes bowed his head and shrugged. He reached into the bone and pulled out a violet-glowing device. He set the malfunctioning piece of equipment down with it and took a wire from the device, hooking it to the other. The violet color started pulsing... It was recharging. Samadi had seen a rechargeable battery before. This mildly amused him considering his predicament.

Red walked away from the corpse carrying the head in it's claws. His manner said he was pleased with himself, self-satisfied. He looked up to Tresses and spoke, pointing down at Samadi.

"How should I kill it? I think it suffered enough watching me skin its friend."

Tresses spoke and made a fast motion to the neck with his claws.

"Quick slice to the neck is usually painless."

Samadi didn't need to know exactly what it said to know what Tresses meant. He started praying as he watched long blades extend from Red's gauntlet. To make his luck seem worse, the tip of his finger was rubbing against the wooden hilt of his knife.

Like his prayers had been answered, Stripes threw a small, sharp rock at Red. Red spun and hissed at Stripes. That's when the fight ensued...

"The fuck!?"
"Who are you fooling, Mhrende? You couldn't kill it on the field, yet you think you deserve the reward of honor for capturing it!?"
"Capturing takes more agility and intelligence than butchering prey-- something you seem more qualified for-- oh, wait! You didn't kill anything today, did you?!"
"Fuck you!!"

Stripes lunged at Red tackling him to the ground. Red gave him a good kick stealing the momentum and sent him flying near Tresses. Tresses looked at Stripes and watched as he recovered. Stripes marched towards Red seething in anger. Samadi noticed a heavy scent in the air, like the smell of a reptile. They must give off a musk when they're angry. The two circled, hissing and growling at one another. They clashed like wrestlers, Stripes lifting Red from the ground and body slamming him into the mud and blood. Red gave Stripes a good kick to the chest and punch to the face. Tresses sat back and watched amused, propping his feet up on a fire pit. He made a similar trill as Red had earlier.

"Idiots..."

The two paused and looked up at Tresses. It was a strange thing, as though they were interested in what he had to say. Then Tresses spoke and waved his hand.

"Oh, don't let me stop you. If this is how you want to spend the resting time between hunts, then by all means..."

The fight continued as though it never went interrupted. That's when it struck Samadi. Tresses was their leader. And by the inquisitive behavior of the other two, he may also be their teacher. He caught the hilt of his knife between his index and middle fingers. Slowly, he lifted it from the boot and pulled it into his palm. He pushed his arm out, feeling the metallic net sink and cut into his skin. He didn't care; he just hoped he could cut through it. Luckily, since it had pulled so tightly against him, the netting against the sharp blade popped in two places, loosening and unraveling. He pushed his arms and legs from the net, now wearing it like a bodysuit. He saw where they must have came from and thought about belly-crawling away, hoping not to grab their attention.

Then he remembered the cloaking device hooked to the charger. He crawled towards it watching every move the fighters made. They didn't even know he was free. Samadi peered into the circular bone as he grabbed the cloaking device. There were several of the chargers and other strange apparatuses. A scratched-up, dented mask laid inside next to a small mouth-piece of another. Samadi went to grab hold of it when he glanced up and froze.

Tresses was staring right at him. His orange and green eyes had a slight mesmerizing effect on him as Samadi could not look away. Tresses was the one who broke the gaze and looked to the fighting Red and Stripes. Samadi thought he could taste his own death.

But Tresses didn't even twitch a mandible, let alone make a noise. He looked back to Samadi. To the others. Then Samadi again. He shrugged his shoulder as he blinked and returned his gaze to the fighting. This time his mandibles moved upward with his cheekbones.

Was Tresses grinning? Samadi grabbed the items, spun and ran through the bone pillars and into the woods. He could hear Tresses trilling behind him. Samadi looked back once to see if Red or Stripes had even noticed. They were still wrestling in the dirt.

Samadi looked forward and smiled as he ran, listening to the trilling increase in volume until it reached a cackling sound-- the laughter they had heard from the other night. He was right; Tresses was a teacher. And like any good teacher, he was making his students learn from their mistakes.
*****

"Once I ran far enough away, I paused to rest behind a tree," Samadi said. He had told the others his story about the sordid encampment. "I started messing with the cloaking device. It is actually a very simple piece of machinery-- press a button. The mask is much more complex. Buttons on the inside activate different things-- probably pressed by their mandibles. It lets them see heat, and they can detect voices too."

"They use mimicry," Rina said. "That was said in the file. Nothing about their language though."

"Lots of hissing and growling, animalistic. Syllables were distinct, though; slurred and yet hard consonants. And that laughter... it was most definitely the same noise from yesterday."

"So basically," Donnelson summized. "Only two of them are trying to kill us. Great. That's just fan-fuckin'-tastic."

Jesse started coughing, the sound mechanical. She had been wearing the mask in curiosity. She pulled it off and started inhaling deeply. "They don't breathe our air, either," she strained to say. Everyone looked from her to each other with intrigue.

"Yes, I couldn't put it all the way on or it was choking after some time," Samadi added.

"But you said the-- the, uh," he tried to think of the nickname. "Tresses!-- wasn't wearing his mask."

Rina snapped to attention. "The one in LA lost its mask, and it was reported that it occasionally inhaled through a smaller mask that only fit over the mandibles."

"Like this one?" Samadi pulled the little mask from the satchel.

"I bet so," she replied.

"So they'll suffocate eventually, right?" Trevor smiled in hope.

"I don't know," Samadi said in dismay. "The other two had theirs on, and that one seems too small to be Tresses..."

Jesse held up the mask. She had gotten a good look at the one they were calling 'Tresses.' He was right; it wasn't his. She remembered lying on the ground staring at the being. It had made some kind of noise like syllables. Had it tried to speak to her? Tresses was tall with a pale orange color and tan spots all about his body. He was massive and muscular, heaving pectorals and strong arms seeming capable of crushing a bear. He stood over her heroic, like an otherworldly Adonis... Ju'mhi Nan'ku Jess'si'deinz.

Jesse remembered Tresses' appearance and strange words-- had it said her name? Trevor saw her face turn red and approached. "You okay?"

"Wha--" She realized she had been blushing, feeling the heat in her cheeks and ears. "Yeah, just exasperated. We breathe something like Dinitrogen and Dioxide, two-nitrogen and two-oxygen, but not in a combined molecule. This, though," she motioned at the mask. "It breathes so heavy, but it's not toxic off bat. It's like there just isn't enough oxygen. Maybe even too much. It's hard to tell."

"Then again, they might be able to breathe just fine out here," Lou said. "We have so many pollutants back home; for all we know, that one in your Los Angeles was having trouble getting through the fucking smog. Hey, anyone here read H.G. Wells?"

"Samadi," Rina said, "You think you could lead me back to their camp?"

"What?! Are you insane?!" were the cries and questions of Lou, Trevor, and Donnelson.

"I-- I believe so..." Samadi said, feeling anxious.

"You think you could do it in the trees?"
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