The Predators Hunt

Helmet

   I'm awoken by a loud, shrill scraping noise. My eyes open slowly to see that I'm still in the cave, lying on the floor. I look up and see Bear sitting in front of the opening, back facing me.
   His arm moves slowly back and forth, creating that scraping noise. My eyes shift to something that's sitting beside him.
   I gasp.
   It's his helmet.
   I look back to where he's sitting, still scraping away. His arm stops, then his other arm rises up till it's in front of his face. The blades of his gauntlet glint in the moonlight, long and sharp.
   He turns his head slightly toward the blades, giving me a vague look at his side profile. I can make out some features: green, spikey scales, a seemingly large forehead and...are those mandibles?
   Bear puts down what he was holding in his other hand, a rock, then his blades slide back into his gauntlet. He taps a few buttons on the gauntlet, making it show off some strange red symbols. I squinted to get a better look.
   I hear a loud, startled growl, then the hologram dissapears and Bear shoots up. He stumbles a little before cramming the helmet back onto his head.
   "H - hey, no! I -" Damn it! He must've seen me.
   I get up and slowly approach, he's looking away from me, hands grasping the front of his helmet. Seeing this tall, huge, muscular alien that could easily rip my head off cower in embarrassment is weirdly cute in a way.
   "Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you." I try to look at him, he still hasn't turned around. I try placing my hand on his shoulder, "I didn't see anything, promise."
   One of his hands lowers, then the other. He rumbles, lowly. His head turns toward me.
   Akward.
   "Umm," I rub my goosebumps, "Y'know...I wouldn't mind seeing your face."
   Silence.
   "I really wouldn't. I already know you don't look human, I mean, it's obvious."
   He hums.
   "So, maybe you could -"
   He growls and gets up, walking outside to the caves edge before dissapearing around the corner. Did he just brush me off?! I hurry after him and turn, seeing him leaned against the rock wall. I sigh and shake my head.
   I walk up to him, hands on my hips, "I can see ya, y'know." No answer, as always.
   I observe him standing there. His arms are tightly crossed over his chest, his head is turned slightly away and his feet lightly shift. I suddenly feel a bit bad for him.
   "Hey, look at me." Surprisingly, he does. I stare into his metal face and say, "I'm sorry. If you don't wanna show your face to me, that's fine. I guess I was being a bit pushy." I step forward and look up at him, directly into his red eyes, "But please, for the love of God, work on your communication will ya? How are we gonna survive out here if we can't understand eachother?"
   He stares back down, then turns away. His arms fall to his sides, his hands flex a little. After what felt like an entire minute, his hands slowly make their way to his helmet.
   There's a hissing noise as it leaves his face.
   Holy shit.