Predator: Start of something new

Space For A Ship

The ship still going down, entering the mesosphere. Bloodshed can feel the anger of betrayal in his blood. Boiling. If he can land the ship, they'll drop in. He looks around, the camera built in. Zooming down on the planet. No places to land, the ship big. The jungle bigger. A white flying object appears in the zoom. A plane, a white one. It's landing in the jungle, but why. Who dares to change the jungle, Bloodshed's hunting grounds. The ship starts going down faster, starting to leave the mesosphere, entering the stratosphere. Anger boiling in his blood. Time to kill.

Jack hears a noise. A plane. Nobody should be here, the clouds had cleared. The sky a light blue color, hardly any clouds. Buzzing of bugs, and tweeting birds. They start to go to where the plane had landed, but they only find a plane. Dead bodies everywhere, the white of the plane stained with red. A lake of blood around. Things that look like bear traps, hidden in the mud. Something was here, something like a Yautja.

Bloodshed drops in, he lands on a rock as the humans get off the plane. The rest of the Yautja land. He signals to get the solders.

He cloaks, the others turn and start to track the humans. Bloodshed's battle axe extends, red glowing dots on the head. A double headed axe. Sharpened to cut through flesh and bone with ease. He starts to run into the base, dropping traps as he runs. Traps built to maim, keep them from running. They cloak as he throws them. The mud covering parts of them, giving the spot. Somebody notices him, they run for the alarm, but they meet their fate when a large piece of sharpened metal comes down smashing their head in two.

He's uncloaked now, he's shot from behind. The first fight with Ghost had made him stronger, able to deal with this pain. He turns quickly anger in his very blood. He runs toward them his axe pulling his arm back, he gets close. He swings. A loud wet noise, Bloodshed looks at the man. Disemboweled. The lake of red around Bloodshed's feet. He hears a noise, the somebody in the mud. He turns to see them, he starts to walk. The man gets caught, the trap had cut his leg off. He falls and screams in pain. Bloodshed walks toward him.

He lifts the man, and his wrist blade extends. He stares into the mans eyes, and the wrist blade stabs into the man's head. The blade covered in blood. Dripping. Bloodshed's blade goes back. The bodies bleeding, all around. He cloaks, blood dripping from his blade. His own from his back. He runs toward the hanger. People their guns ready, Bloodshed sneaks toward them, his hand dragging along the ground. He stabs the wrist blade into the guard on the left side of the hanger, he grunts in pain. Then falls. He slowly moves toward the other guard. He notices Bloodshed, and opens his mouth to yell for the others.

Nothing comes out. No sound. The only thing that comes, is a sharp blade, and the heat of summer. Through the back of his head, and out his mouth. The blade disappears, and the man falls. behind him. A yautja. A female one, she growls at him. She then clicks. He growls a clicking noise back. Hodoanh, she came. She clicks his name, one he hates. 'T'uachab-Ca'. The name his clan gave him. The clan before this one, the clan he hated. The clan he killed. They hated him, the feeling was mutual.

Anger in his eyes he glares at her. She pats him, her personality annoying. Her skills are good though, that's why she's still here. She gives him the mask. The one Ghost had destroyed, his mask. The one made for him. He removes his mask, the mark of Bloodshed burnt into his skin. No, not burnt. Born. He was born with it, red. Blood red, the mark of a killer. The mark of Bloodshed. A super predator. He grabs the mask from Hodoanh's hand, he puts it on. The eyes glow red. Red for anger, a humming noise from it. Breathing.

The air feature, the noise annoying him, angering him. Making him stronger. Like steroids. Drugging him, making him angry and powerful. He roars, a noise of anger and power. The roar the others fear. The roar that they heard before he killed his own.

They hear a loud noise, one of anger. fearful to step forward, Jack moves toward the hanger. He hears a scream, one of the members was killed. A blade in his heart. Not attached to a yautja though. Separate, disconnected with great aim. Slasher looking at the dead man. Tiger's suspicion grows, Slasher was closest, and has best aim.

Slasher's gaze following the blood flowing from the wound. Slasher makes a quick slight move, as if in pain. Green drips from behind him. Tiger watches him as Slasher hisses in anger. He turns quickly to grab at something, but it's flung behind him. A cloaked Yautja. It falls into the mud, splashing it around. It uncloaks, green dripping from it's blade. Slasher looks toward it, his Katana extends. He charges at the yautja on the ground. It does a barrel roll, moving to the side. Slasher roars at it, moving in a circle. The two like wild animals fighting.

At first it's just black, then color. A blur of color, green. A glowing green next to him, and green above him, small amounts of light blue. He's wet, and cold. A pain in his arm, but not in his arm. Inside it, as if it were cut off. He sits up from his daze, and he shakes his head. He hears a roaring, Brute. He's awake. He'll need to move, away from Brute. He'll be angry, he had knocked him out cold. Brute doesn't take well to apologies. Voodoo gets to his feet, he looks at his arm, where the pain is.

It's gone, severed from his body. He moves through the bushes, the path of fallen sticks and leaves. If he fails, Bloodshed will be furious. He needs to kill the humans, before Bloodshed needs too. He starts to run.