Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to "Predator", "Alien", or "AVP". All rights of the property of 20th Century Fox.
In the black void we call space, there is noone there to help you find your way back home if you're lost. There is noone there to comfort your soul when it is tormented. And there is noone there to say "Hush. There is nothing to be frightened of." Because in the black void of space...you're on your own.
The alarm klaxon screetched its nerve-wracking warning as the man stumbled in the metal hallway. The emergency lights were on, and their eery red glow washed over the terrified man as beads of sweat dripped on his forehead. He regretted ever coming on this mission. Now all things were going to hell faster than the devil does when fleeing God. He wiped the sweat from his brow and started running again. He turned a corner. Dead end. The hull of the space tanker creaked loudly. The lights flickered, but stayed on. The man ran again. Turned another corner. Another dead end. The man turned around and ran down another hall. Yes! A door! He hurried towards it.
He looked down at the floor. Slime. From?...
The man heard a faint hissing sound coming from...the ceiling? He looked up.
The man squinted slightly and touched the wall. Slime. The wall was bumpy and grooved. He felt something wet dripping on his shoulder. He touched it and almost puked. More slime. Did he dare look up? Suddenly, he heard a distinct and almost just as terrifying sound. The rapid clicking of the armored ones. He spun around just in time to see the armored one appear in a flurry of electricity. The blue light illuminated the room and the creature. The creature extended his arms out beside his body. On his left hand extended a pair of bloody blades. In his right, in the same manner as the beast itself, appeared a huge axe-headed spear.
The Predator roared, and the man sunk to his knees. The hissing noise grew louder...and closer. The man ignored his mind, which was telling him not to turn around, and did. In front of him was a creature even more terrifying than the armored one. An Alien. Slime dripped from its fanged, crested, eyeless head, while it hissed loudly. It opened its mouth, and out shot a second pair of jaws. He didn't even get a chance to scream.
Nine years later...
Zachary Martin had had it with his younger brother, Wess. Wess had just turned six the day before, and had also spilled paint all over Zach's homework. Now Zach would get in trouble at school for turning in ruined homework. Zach was in twelfth grade, and his teachers were hard on him. He pulled into Jefferson High School's parking lot and cut the engine to his Chevy. He pulled out his ruined chemistry homework and groaned.
"Mrs. Winch is going to kill me!" he said.
He banged his head on his steering wheel and placed his homework back in his bookbag. Zach sighed again and opened the car door to get out. As he stepped out of the car, he saw a police car pass the school. The lights were on. Two more followed it. Zach saw a fellow student and hurried over to her. It was Carly Veeras, the captain of the school's cheerleading squad.
"Hey," said Zach. He noticed she was in her cheerleader uniform."Practice today?"
She turned and looked at him. "Yeah."
Zach got right to the point. "Did you see the police go by?"
Zach asked, "What do you think was up?"
Carly looked surprised.
"Didn't you hear? An old lady found Old Man Kurt all slashed up and mutilated in his house the other day! Nobody knows what happened, except that there was a lot of blood everywhere." Carly shuddered.
Zach looked appalled. "What?!"
Carly nodded solumnly. "It's true."
"And they're still looking?" Zach asked as they headed into the school.
"Yeah, but Daddy says it's all just a bunch of bullcrap."
Zach looked at her.
She noticed, and laughed. "His words, not mine."
But he was more preoccupied with the mutilation of Old Man Kurt to really care about what Carly's father thought.