Predator Female Yautja x Male reader

Chapter 1: The Skull-taker.

*I know this must be weird but the concept and idea wouldn't leave my brain and I had to write it especially with how much Predator: Hunting Grounds I've been playing as of late. Plus it's spooktober so what better than to write about slashers right? Well, this is my story on a female Predator and I could give less of a shit on your guy's opinion I enjoy the fact that I'm a weirdo.*

(Y/n)'s footfalls rustled the overgrown fauna of the deep Laos jungle. His heart was racing and he gave no heed to the scratches and cuts in his clothes and flesh.

He had to get away.

Away from that thing.

His breath was ragged and shown exhaustion but he pressed on through the burning in his lungs, he had been running for miles through the underbrush.

The whole time he heard the thing following close in his heels however chasing him in the trees.

Its clicks and strange growls seemed to surround him no matter how far he ran, his M4 had been lost to him miles back its magazines were all dry, his reserve ammo spent.

His tac vest weighed him down that had long since been abandoned as well, leaving only his Berretta M9 and K-BAR knife.

(Y/n) didn't see it coming not that that was unexpected, its cloaking device was almost perfect but still had its flaws.

Which was why he did not expect it to get the drop on him, literally.

It used him to break its fall as it leaped from a tree knocking the soldier on his ass.

(Y/n) let out a pained yelp as he met the rough ground.

A second later a strong hand gripped his shoulder tightly almost crushing his shoulder in its strength. 

Then it lifted him with one strong arm holding him up to examine him.

There (Y/n) was face to face with his enemy the one he could not see.

It let out a low growl and unsheathed its wrist gauntlet's twin blades its intentions were clear.

(Y/n) scowled at the monster and yanked his K-BAR from it's sheath and kicked the monster's right arm making the arm recoil and knocking the blades back.

Then, he threw his arm forward and buried the K-BAR into the creature's forearm watching bioluminescent blood coat the steel.

The monster yelled out in pain at such intensity it hurt the man's ears.

The creature threw the man with little effort almost as if it was throwing a rolled-up piece of paper.

Making him slam into the trunk of a tree.

(Y/n) let out a wheezed cough as he met the ground blood pooled into his mouth. 

God, he felt like throwing up. 

(Y/n) heard the beast hiss in anger and frustration mixed with clear pain drawing his attention away from his pain.

He watched the creature yank his K-BAR from it's forearm and toss it away dismissively and glare down at (Y/n) and ready it's wrist gauntlet once again.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in horror as he reached for the holster secured around his thigh and drawn his M9 from its holster and aimed it at the beast before him.

Or more accurately the female beast before him.

He now had a clear view of her. Of her large slender frame. Of her almost snow-white flesh peppered with blue spots and white dreds, the tips turned orange as each lock descended from her head.