This will be my first dip into the AVP fan fic world, but I have been meaning to do this for a while as I am a massive fan of everything Alien and Predator, this is going to draw on things from both worlds, it will have action, adventure and romance and yes it will contain heavy sexual content involving a male human and a female Yaujta, if that's not your cup of tea then kindly move along there's nothing to see here, for everyone still with me, this will not a be a quick they jump on each other and fuck story, it's going to be a long haul people so I hope you guys enjoy the ride.

Disclaimer- I do not own anything related to AVP (Wish I did) the only things that are mine are the OC's and the things the voices in my head make me make them do, now on with our show, I bid you welcome to...

Hunter Hunted

By GhostNobody

Chapter 1: Worlds Apart.

Every impact on the rainforest floor sent a mini explosion of mud, water and leaves flying in every direction, they also left quite a substantial print in the soft muddy ground. The wet splashing noise of the rain echoed off the giant trees that flanked the narrow path on both sides, it was so loud that the sounds drowned out her ragged gasping breaths as she ran full tilt down the narrow water logged path.

Cursing herself for her foolish mistake, Tik eleth took a sharp right turn on the path and hurdled a fallen rotten tree without even breaking her pace, this was the third time this month she'd let the bastards get so close. Even now as she ran and the blood pounded in her head she could still hear them charging through the trees and on the ground in their relentless pursuit of her. A sudden blood curdling roar from her right side tore through the tranquil sounds of the rainforest, Tik eleth smiled to herself fleetingly as she recognized the obvious sound of extreme pain and instantly knew that one of her pursuers had fallen into one of her carefully set traps, their relentlessness had its price it seemed and before she was done she vowed that she would make every one of those honourless bad blood scum pay in full.

Meanwhile worlds away in another rain-forest all is still and calm. On a hilltop a silent observer watches, waiting patiently for his prey to emerge from their lair. Slowly he arched his back temporarily relieving the building pressure in his aching muscles, having been laid prone on this hill for two days straight was taking its toll on his body.

For what felt like the millionth time that hour he brought his cheek to the stock pad of his rifle and peered through the high powered scope. All was still in the highly camouflaged compound that he had been observing, the six long rickety looking metal huts were silent and the long plastic tables in the small yard outside were deserted, it was so early that not even the slave workers had been roused by the lazily patrolling guards yet.

The massive rainforest was littered with production facilities just like this one, camps where cocaine was cut and prepared for shipping to various countries around the world, to be consumed by the rich and powerful at their exclusive parties, or by teenage clubbers looking to rave the night and their lives away.

This camp was nothing special, the slave labour workers who were forced at gunpoint to process and cut the raw coca were no-one special, but what was special, what warranted his presence and his continued observation was the presence of one man, one Juliano Martinez, the one man who controlled it all.

Juliano Martinez was one of the most powerful cartel bosses in all of South America, according to all sources a very quiet, unassuming and very polite man to meet, but to cross him was a death sentence and not of the quick and painless verity either. Usually he ran his empire from the shadows and preferred to stay out of the limelight unlike many of his competitors, his intense paranoia made him a very difficult man to pin down as he had an insufferable habit of moving around like a pin ball, never staying in the same location more than two nights in a row. This made making any kind of move against him extremely difficult, as drawing a bead on him was like trying to catch smoke with a net.

But finally with a potent mixture of bribes, threats and blackmail his travel schedule had been revealed, now allowing the situation slowly unfolding on this remote South American hillside to come to pass.

Flexing his trigger finger and slowly pumping the blood back into it Jack sighed as the feeling slowly returned, he hated slow stake outs like this one, he thought that getting out of the military would have freed him from all the tediousness. But since he'd left the British military as one of its most decorated special forces snipers and joined the private sector, all he seemed to have found himself doing was camping out in some of the world's worst shit holes watching for just the right moment to present itself, speaking of which it looked like the camp was starting to come to life.

After two hours of solid running her body was starting to really feel the burn, weaving left she took yet another twist in the game trails that crisscrossed the forest, hopefully it would slow her pursuers down just enough to allow her to catch her breath, but she knew in her guts that that was wishful thinking and at this stage that sort of thing would get her killed. Breaking her stride slightly to leap into the air she effortlessly cleared yet another of her carefully prepared traps, the spike pit was crude but effective if it went unnoticed, which given her pursuers was a rather large if.

Only a minute after she had cleared the spike pit she heard the tell-tale sound of the camouflage collapse and the howl of rage and pain that indicated the crude trap had indeed been successful in its job, but now was not the time to celebrate the loss of yet another of their number, the fact that it was sprung only a minute after she had cleared it meant that they had closed the gap between them substantially, but from what she knew of their hunting tactics they always came in threes or fours, so that meant that there was either one or at worst two now left pursing her, but she didn't have to ponder this point for long for as she rounded a large tree that marked a turn in the trail, there stood right in front of her blocking the trail was one rather large bad blood male.

Sliding to a very forceful stop on the wet muddy ground Tik eleth looked at the large bad blood blocking her path, he wore dull black plate armour that was pocked with marks and gouges from a variety of weapon strikes on his broad chest, his skin appeared a dull muddy tan and black colour from what she could see under the many inter-locking plates that he had covered himself in, so much so that he sort of looked like a walking tank.

Tik eleth clicked her mandibles in annoyance at this, it was typical bad blood behaviour seeking to hold a vastly unfair advantage over their prey rather than choosing to fight fairly and with honour, a point further made by the twin shoulder mounted plasma casters that were now whirring into life on his shoulders. His black armour was also adorned with various trophies of his many hunts, but Tik eleth noted that while many hunters even those of her own clan did this there was something different here, while she was used to seeing skulls or large bones of mighty beasts and worthy opponents that were worth honouring for their fight and sacrifice, the ones this male had were all rather small pieces showing that he was taking a vast amount of undue pride in killing quarry a lot smaller than himself.

"A most satisfying run you have given me Shadow Claw whore, more than enough to get my blood pumping nicely, a shame about my brothers back there but it will make my forcing your submission all the more delicious, I shall make you scream my name to the heavens before I grant you the death you have so richly earned" the bad blood male growled in an arrogant tone, the mere thought of this bad blood male disgusted Tik eleth to the pit of her stomach, the notion of being defiled by such a pitiful excuse of a male nearly made her vomit, the simple thought of him forcing himself inside her body and tearing away the honor she had held to bestow upon the male that she herself would choose and whom would in turn have chosen her made her feel physically ill.

Tik eleth vowed right at that very second that she would take her own life before she let him take any form of sick pleasure from her body, also if she should emerge victorious here she would slowly remove the one thing this male held dear and feed it to him before allowing him to die.

Slowly she withdrew two daggers from their scabbards fastened at her rear just above her hips, they were made from the long destroyed remains of her wrist blade, the strong black metal which was the symbol of her proud clan glinted in the light filtering between the canopy as she deftly flicked them with her battle honed hands, she would never let this male defile her honour, never.

"Tell you what Shadow Claw whore, If you agree to put those butter knives down and just submit I may even let you enjoy some small part of it"

The male said with a chuckling click of his mandibles behind his hunting mask, Tik eleth found herself glad that she could not see his face, he was revolting enough as it was without knowing that right at this second his eyes were roaming over her body drinking in her curves and feminine form imaging what he was going to do to her, it made her skin crawl,

"I will die before I submit to the likes of you honourless worm" Tik eleth spat at him her voice dripping with venom, the male laughed loudly,

"Oh don't worry you're going to die alright, when I choke the very life out of you with my cock jammed down your throat" the male snarled,

"I doubt you could choke a kineth gnat with something that small" Tik eleth said with a dark smile on her mandibles.

The scathing blow to his pride caused the male to roar loudly, both his plasma casters spinning to lock onto her, it was time to work.

Tik eleth dove right into a graceful roll easily dodging both bolts from the casters which hit nothing but air and dirt kicking up huge plumed clouds where they struck, she righted herself in an instant before sprinting full tilt towards the male mandibles drawn back in a vicious snarl and her daggers raised intent to kill.

Slow breath in, hold it, exhale slowly, Jack repeated this process over and over to fully oxygenate his blood. He counted the slow rhythmic beats of his heart keeping it in check, he traced his finger over the trigger of his rifle feeling each small ridge of the anti-slip grip below the sensitive skin of his finger tip, he slowly tested the pressure of the trigger feeling the slack come off and the bite at just the right place, slow breath in, hold it, squeeze the trigger.

The large .50 calibre rifle boomed like a man portable thunder clap, through his scope at a distance of just over a mile away emerging from a hut into the morning sunlight, he saw the face of Juliano Martinez, a face whose picture had been burned into his mind, dissolve into a cloud of pink mist speckled with white chunks as the massive steel cord bullet split it apart like a watermelon.

The reaction of Juliano's six bodyguards was instantaneous, they dropped into cover around the long metal hut that Juliano had just emerged from, through his scope Jack could see them scanning the tree lines with their rifles in every direction trying to work out where the shot had come from.

The difference between the body guards and the camp guards was obvious, whereas the bodyguards moved with obvious military discipline, the camp guards began spraying bullets in every direction indiscriminately, as much as every instinct in Jack's body screamed at him to move he remained as still as a stone, he heard the hissing whizz of various rounds passing over his head along with the odd thud of one striking a tree, but he knew that if he moved he would draw bullets like a 6'2 bush shaped magnet, so stationary he remained watching and waiting.

It took the bodyguards a total of fifteen minutes to gain control of the guards and to get them to cease their firing into the forest randomly, but once they did they got them organized into teams and they began to fan out and search for him, he took this opportunity to inch his way back away from the edge of the cliff he'd been stationed on atop the hill, as he dropped down below the ridge line and out of the sight line of the camp he finally rose from his prone position and into a kneel, he would have loved to have taken the time to stretch out his aching and sore muscles , but as it was he didn't have any time to waste, he needed to bug out of the area as fast as was safe to do.

Firstly, Jack retrieved a large sturdy looking camo bag that he'd stashed in a large bush just below the ridge line, opening it he retrieved a heavily modified and suppressed M4 stowed inside it and swapped it with the big .50 before closing it up and hoisting it onto his shoulder, weapon switched it was now it was time to bug out.

Moving rapidly but with care to minimize his sign Jack made his way off the hill and down to the forest floor, he had a lot of ground to cover as his extraction was about fifteen miles as the crow flies from here, but he was not a crow and down on the ground in-between him and the point where he'd left his vehicle was a rather large river and numerous smaller obstacles that would slow him down, but right now his main concern was to stay ahead of the hunter force that would be scouring the area for him.

Jack took his bearings from his small GPS system and set off following a reverse course of waypoints that he'd set on the system on the way here, but little did he know that his every movement was currently being tracked by a far more worrying opponent than the hunter force that was currently scouring the forest surrounding their camp moving steadily outwards.

This new player watched Jack with a keen interest from his hide in a large tree overlooking the valley in which Jack now walked, his thermal vision easily picked out the heavily camouflaged sniper against the background, slowly he moved a large clawed hand and tapped a wrist mounted computer which caused it to flip open, with a few simple commands entered he closed it and moved off stalking his prey from the tree tops, effortlessly jumping from branch to branch making sure to stay back just far enough to remain out of Jack's earshot.

In the rain forest night falls rapidly and rather suddenly, it wasn't long before Jack found himself having to resort to using his night vision goggles to see more than a few inches in front of him, he hated using these things as they made a rather annoying high pitched whine noise when activated, it was kinda like having a seriously pissed off mosquito in a jar strapped to your forehead, also it could give your presence away to a sharp eared enemy, but it was either that or stumble around blindly in a rather difficult to manage terrain, best case there he ended up in a huge wait a while bush, worst case a human shaped bag of crisps falling down a ravine.

As he moved Jack kept feeling an unusual itch on the back of his neck, it was like he was being observed, but every time he stopped and turned a full circle there was nothing there, well until there was something.

As he moved a strange ripple in a large tree ahead of him caught his attention, stopping he trained his weapon on the area where he'd seen it and swept it, the infrared laser mounted under the barrel of the M4 showed as a long beam emanating from the gun as it moved, invisible to the naked eye but perfectly visible through the goggles on Jack's head.

He swept it over the tree curiously searching for what had caused the strange ripple effect, he held his breath as he moved the beam into position and as he swept it over a large branch about a third of the way up the large tree the laser beam suddenly seemed to bend off to the right for no reason, he moved it away and then back again and the same thing happened, he was about to take proper aim on the spot when he felt an impact in his right shoulder, looking down he saw what looked like a large black dart sticking out of his shoulder, just as his brain had time to process this new development his limbs seemed to turn to mush and he collapsed to the ground in a heap still holding his rifle.

Struggle as he might his limbs flat out refused to co-operate, whatever was currently being pumped into him was powerful, he felt liquid cold spreading through his veins like rivers of ice, it headed from his limbs into the very core of his body to the point where every beat of his heart felt cold, even his neck felt like it was made of jelly and refused to support his heavy rapidly chilling head.

He couldn't even turn to look around himself, not that he really needed to, for in that spot where his laser beam had bent something appeared out of thin air creating a cascading sparkle effect of electricity as it dissipated, it jumped down from the tree with surprisingly little noise considering its size, it was huge standing about nearly eight-foot-tall as it rose to its full height, his night vision goggles were having problems processing the image as whatever was all over it seemed to scatter light, so instead of having a foe to face he was presented with a moving silhouette as it walked slowly towards him, just as the fear and dread of his utterly hopeless situation began to set in and he looked up at the huge dark shape that now loomed over him the world went black.