Predator: Start of something new

The Gateway

Jack looks down the cliff at the gateway. A large iron fence. Shining dimly in the light, the trees covering the sun, and the vines growing on the gate. Jack looks around for any way to get down. Slasher walks closer to the edge. He looks down, and he jumps. Landing on his feet and roaring, a intimidating roar. Loud. He walks toward the gate. Jack still looking for a way to get down. Tiger walks to the cliff. "Fuck it." he says. Tiger jumps down, his black hair brushing against the rocks and overgrowth. He lands on his feet.

He slid down perfect, he starts walking backwards looking at the team. "Wasn't that hard" he yelled bragging. He turns to look at the fence, Slasher's biomask in front of him. Watching him, growling. He backs away, his face of accomplishment gone. A stupid move to act so great around something stronger, and easily offended. Jack looks to a tree growing near the cliff. He backs up, and starts to run toward it. He jumps, he falls, but he makes it. Grabbing onto the tree, trying to stay up. He looks around the tree, and he grabs a vine. He drops.

The vine like a rope. He lands on his feet but stumbles. Hard to stay up after the speed he went down. He moves his hand back, signaling the others to follow. One comes, the next. One jumps, he falls. The speed he's falling, he won't survive. He hits the ground with a loud thud. Jack rushes over to the member. It's Joe, his skull cracked. He's a fat man, but a good guy. His head had landed on a sharp rock, it pierced through his skull, blood dripping from the back. Blood flowing through the cracks, the mans face blank.

The sight makes Jack feel sick, a tear drops from his eye. He hardly knew the man, but he was nice. The team liked him. Jack gets to his feet, breathing quickly. He feels sick, but they need to go on. He moves up to the gate. Slasher standing next to him, clearly not understanding the emotion. Jack puts his hand on the gate, Slasher moves quickly and takes his hand of the gate. Like he's protecting something, or protecting them. What could possibly be down there that's worth saving a human for. Unless, he's hiding something. Something stronger than them.

A small puddle of water on the ground near them, now red of blood. Joe's head still bleeding, flowing through cracks in the ground. They hear a loud clap, thunder. It starts to rain, and they need shelter. They'll get sick without one, and being sick is the last thing they need right now. Slasher looking up at the sky, the gray clouds rolling in. Slasher turns to Jack in confusion, maybe he hasn't hunted here during rain. He seems familiar with water, but not this. Jack breaks the gate open, they need shelter. They start to walk down the stairs.

The place cold and damp. A hot smell, like a decomposing animal. Musty. They get further down, and the stairs stop. Slasher near the back instead of the front, could he be scared of something. What could possibly be down here. They reach the stairs bottom, the roof high, around four or five meters high. Big enough for a Yautja to roam with ease. They move farther into the strange place. A stone chest like crate sits at the end of the tunnel. Slasher stops moving, staring at it. He stares in wonder, or fear. One of them. One things clear,

it was made for him. Slasher moves ahead of them to the crate, he puts his fist on it. A hole under the lid, a key hole maybe. Slasher's wrist blade extends into the hole, he turns it. The wrist blade turning, a clicking sound from the chest. Jack looks over Slasher's shoulder, Tiger in the back, still fearing Slasher. The clicking stops and Slasher's wrist blade goes back, Slasher opens the chest. A handle like thing inside. Slasher stares at it, he reaches his hand inside. Slasher pulls the handle out, he presses the side of it, and it extends.

A katana, red glowing through it. A weapon fit for a samurai. One for a shredder, one for a Slasher. He holds it up high and roars, victory roar. A happy roar, one of honor and joy. Jack grins slightly. They're getting ready to fight Bloodshed, and whatever other creatures come. Slasher stops roaring, and his mask's eyes flicker. They can hear the rain outside, but how much. Water starts flowing in from the stairs, cold in the tunnel, but they're dry. The water making a trickling noise. It made Jack thirsty, but they can't leave. If they did, where would he get water.

The only people who know they're here are the O.W.L.F and the Yautja, a hunting ground. There wouldn't be a campsite or a building here. If there are they must be ancient like this one. Slasher sits messing with the katana, the glow of red on it making a dim light. Jack sitting against the wall, his gun on his lap. Tiger standing, he doesn't trust Slasher. Jack trusts him with his life. Tiger has good reason to not trust Slasher, but Jack has good reason to trust Slasher. It doesn't matter if they trust him or not.

At least he's on their side, for now. Jack gets up, "we can't just wait in here forever." he said. Getting to his feet slowly. Tiger lifting his gun "So are we going to kill that thing yet." Tiger asked Jack. Jack glared at him, without saying anything, but Tiger backs down. He's not getting into a fight with somebody who trusts a Yautja, the thing will probably kill him. A green Yautja. In all his years, he's never seen any Yautja like it. Maybe it's a different kind. Slasher still playing around with the Katana back near the chest.

When he kills everybody, I'm going to be the one ready to fight. Not Jack, he'll be killed by the Yautja, but a Tiger always gets it's prey.