If I Went Somewhere Else

Blue Gem| The Predator: Part 2

Rory and I played a few games of Go fish with a deck of cards that Matt had found in a cabinet, we had a good bit of fun as we had finally stopped after who knows how long. He won some, I won some. After we had pulled to a stop, I looked back towards the Predator. He was still laying down and had made no movement, which was rather concerning.

"I'm gonna make sure he's okay." I said as I got up from the booth.

"If he kills you, that's on you." Matt said as everyone left the RV.

I secretly rolled my eyes as I slowly approached the hopefully resting Predator. Damn I hope he didn't succumb to his injuries, that huge Predator threw him around like he was a ragdoll! Although what was weird was the large predator reaching for me for some reason. But you know what? It's over now. I sat next to the still alien, about to gently nudge his leg when his clawed hand was suddenly around my wrist. I gasped at the fact that he had moved as fast as lightning to grab my arm, he slowly sat up and kept his grip on me.

"Uh, did you rest well?" I asked nervously.

The Predator looked at me for a moment, saying nothing as usual. But then he stood up, bringing me up with him. Seeing him at full height, he had to be at LEAST 7 feet tall as he almost hit his head on the ceiling. I pulled on my arm, trying to get him to let go. But instead, he jerked me towards him as he grabbed my bag and headed to the exit.

"Excuse me, but if you would be so kind as to let go of me-" I began as he pulled me out the door.

He whipped his head towards me with a low growl and several clicks, then turned and continued to drag me along with him. If only he didn't have his mask on. Looking around I saw an old barn, fences, and a large forest. In which this Predator is bringing me towards the forest, probably to kill me in peace.

"If you're gonna rip out my vertebrae, just do it already!" I said.

The Predator stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at me, shaking his head with softer clicks.

"Wait, you AREN'T gonna rip my spine out?" I ask, very confused.

That's what Predators are known for, ripping people's spines out and keeping them as trophies. And this one isn't going to do it to me? He shook his head no. Well that is GREATLY appreciated
The Predator made no sound as he continued pulling me towards the woods. If he's not going to kill me, then what is he going to Do? I can't fight him, he's fucking ripped and would crush my bones into a fine powder if he wanted to. I continued to resist, but then he got fed up with me refusing to go. So what does he do? He lets go of my wrist, then he fucking wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me up like I'm just a stuffed animal!

"DUDE! This is kidnapping!" I exclaimed as we entered the woods.

I heard a chuckle coming from the Predator, I looked at him with wide eyes as he continued to carry me. Since when do these things chuckle? Well, in the 1987 Predator movie the Jungle Hunter he laughed as he exploded. So I guess they always could? Eh, who knows? This Predator finally set me down and I brushed myself off while glaring at him. He still held my bag as he took a seat upon a boulder, beginning to go through it.

"Hey! That's an invasion of privacy!" I went to stop him.

But then his shoulder cannon activated, and 3 red dots appeared on my chest. I stopped where I was.

"So you did bring me out here to kill me, huh?" I snapped.

He lifted his head from his search of my bag and noticed his shoulder cannon online, but when he removed the small device from his shoulder and set it beside him, it surprised me.