Predator: A New Story

Chapter 1: Only The Start

"I'm Owen. Street name Ghost, I'm an OWLF operative. We deal with the Yautja. My first mission was to investigate the remains of the Predator in 1987. My team Is Voodoo, it consists of my teammates: Ragdoll, Doll, Tom, and me. I'm alpha, Doll is bravo, Ragdoll Charlie, and "Tom" Delta. And well, this is my Story. I work for the OWLF. As you know, the Yautja from 1987 had self-destructed, but that wasn't the last appearance of a Yautja. Because sometime 2000-2019, a Yautja ship appeared. We were shocked when we saw that it wasn't a Yautja that had piloted the ship. It was a human who claims her name is "Isabelle". We handed her off to Sean Keyes, but she's not important in my story. Now, back to my mission."

I always thought of it as a joke... A way to make money, but never had I thought that I'd meet Bloodshed... my entire team was killed by that fucker. I never meant for them to die, but they accepted that risk when they took the job. I guess we all did, but we never thought that it'd actually happen... or... did we? I'm Owen... or... I was Owen.

After my escape; It all went black, but I could still feel, think, and do so much more. It's like I wasn't actually dead... but, I was dead... Bloodshed had hit me in multiple vital organs, somehow I held out till' the battle was over. It wasn't my first encounter with a Yautja. However, Bloodshed was some sort of... super-Yautja, or... super-Predator.

Bloodshed is what they named me. Such a vile species, oomans are. My original name was 'T'uachab-Ca', but I prefer 'Bloodshed'. It's a better name. The start of my bloodline was someone named: 'Demon'blood'.
He fought well, but in the end; fell to my blade.

For such an old warrior, they should've known they couldn't beat the Ultimate Hunter. They were such a fool to think that they could beat me. It was one or two good hits, they could land. Nothing compared to my punches though, I hardly even needed weapons to kill him.
Unlike me, Demon'blood was not a Yautja. He was a Hish, one of the oldest. He served with the Alpha Predator, a Hish that lead a great revolution. Demon'blood helped free the Hish.
Legends never die, but he was no legend.

Demon'blood was only a Hish. He belonged in Hell...
Hell... "you demonic being from hell!" is what they've said to me... they weren't wrong. Hellspawn was what they named my father, my mother is, and forever will be, unknown. She was killed by my blade, but at that time... I was not the one who controlled the blade. This blade is my trophy from that Yautja, the one that killed my mother.
I'm one of the last Yautja in my family, most others are now dead. My blade splattered their blood. I watched as they bled out. Dripping blood.

I spoke only of myself, maybe I should speak about the others too.
Slasher, my most trustworthy slave. He betrayed me,  fighting with the oomans. He was supposed to die! So many failed to kill him...
I trained them myself! Maybe that was the problem. They all know the same. I kept them below me, incase they were to ever betray me, like Slasher did.
Brute, a hot-headed muscular idiot. He loses track of the real mission too quickly. He's nothing to us but a body, only here for his strength. He's tried to kill me multiple times, I won, every single time.

Hellspawn, the one I looked up to... my father. He died in a war with the oomans, I hunted down the one that killed him. I did not kill that ooman, but instead I killed everyone and everything he ever loved. Then left him alone in the world, like an ooman should be! Hellspawn was a good warrior, deadly, strong, agile and smart... but not sadistic. Most likely the reason he was killed. He was not feared enough, by the oomans. I, however, am feared by every ooman in the O.W.L.F. A group of oomans dedicated to researching our bodies.