I'm back with my second story. I was struck with this idea as I watched Tremors 1&2 this weekend. I do NOT own the Predators or Tremors. (I took the Predator leader, An'tir'de, from my other story, Predator 3: Homeworld, and put him in here as well.) By the way, if you haven't seen the Predator or all 3 Tremors movies, you may be a bit confused about the creatures in the story.
Predators Vs. Tremors
Chapter 1: The Hunt
An'tir'de sat in front of the view screen, staring at the large green and blue planet ahead of the ship. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. The large ship was quiet being that there were only two blooded and four unblooded on the ship; a small group which he was thankful for.
The ship lurched as it began to descend into the atmosphere. This trip was going to be somewhere relatively secluded, which was better than the alternative of a large city. This was the four unbloodeds' first time hunting humans, and fewer accidents occurred when there were fewer humans.
An'tir'de smiled as the ship cleared the clouds and headed for the ground. This would be a good hunt; he could sense it.
-Time passes-
On the harsh, burning soil of the desert, An'tir'de and the six others scanned for signs of life. There were the occasional buildings, but no humans in sight. An'tir'de gestured for his fellows to follow, and raced into the desert searching for prey.
"Reporting at 1100 hours, I have picked up a picked up a recent seismograph that clearly states that more Graboids are present in Perfection Valley. I am now proceeding to find the worm and eliminate it."
Bert Gummer rode through the desert in his new blue Chevy, his trusty seismograph at his side. Back at the convenience store the seismos picked up one hell of a reading, and it was his job to find the sucker.
But there was of coarse one thing that worried him. When they picked up the reading, the worm disappeared leading him to believe that the Graboid had meta-morphed into the second stage of life, the Shrieker. That's why he had his trusty Elephant gun complete with a couple hundred bullets to go with it.
Ever since the government got their hands on a live Ass-blaster, they didn't mind him going Graboid hunting. In fact, in order to keep the populace safe, the government paid him 10,000 dollars for each Graboid or Shrieker or Ass-blaster he killed. Life is good.
Bert began to ride out to Frank Gerrison's house to make sure he was ok. They tried to radio him but got no answer; hopefully he wasn't in town.
Bert pulled up to Frank Garrison's house and found a dismal sight. Frank lay dead in the sand, his gun lay a few feet away, and his head gone. Bert walked over to the corpse and noticed that Frank had been stabbed with some sort of knife.
"This isn't the work of any Graboid, Shrieker, or Ass-blaster that's for sure," Bert thought looking at the body. With a sigh, Bert walked back to his truck to record his findings and radio the others.
The first kill was a successful one. The human had put up a good fight trying to shoot them. Yet, in the end one of the students got close enough and speared the human. One of the Blooded, Treken, walked up to An'tir'de.
"We have scouted and found a small settlement. There are not many humans inhabiting the settlement, and it would be prefect for the hunt. Do you wish to proceed there?"
"Yes. Gather the students, it would be best to get close to the town before nightfall," replied An'tir'de glancing off into the horizon. "Such a small hunt," he thought to himself, "Pity no real action will be in this hunt."
How wrong he was.
Not too much action, and a bit short, but there will be a lot more soon. Please Review and tell me what you think!
Predators Vs. Tremors
Chapter 1: The Hunt
An'tir'de sat in front of the view screen, staring at the large green and blue planet ahead of the ship. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. The large ship was quiet being that there were only two blooded and four unblooded on the ship; a small group which he was thankful for.
The ship lurched as it began to descend into the atmosphere. This trip was going to be somewhere relatively secluded, which was better than the alternative of a large city. This was the four unbloodeds' first time hunting humans, and fewer accidents occurred when there were fewer humans.
An'tir'de smiled as the ship cleared the clouds and headed for the ground. This would be a good hunt; he could sense it.
-Time passes-
On the harsh, burning soil of the desert, An'tir'de and the six others scanned for signs of life. There were the occasional buildings, but no humans in sight. An'tir'de gestured for his fellows to follow, and raced into the desert searching for prey.
"Reporting at 1100 hours, I have picked up a picked up a recent seismograph that clearly states that more Graboids are present in Perfection Valley. I am now proceeding to find the worm and eliminate it."
Bert Gummer rode through the desert in his new blue Chevy, his trusty seismograph at his side. Back at the convenience store the seismos picked up one hell of a reading, and it was his job to find the sucker.
But there was of coarse one thing that worried him. When they picked up the reading, the worm disappeared leading him to believe that the Graboid had meta-morphed into the second stage of life, the Shrieker. That's why he had his trusty Elephant gun complete with a couple hundred bullets to go with it.
Ever since the government got their hands on a live Ass-blaster, they didn't mind him going Graboid hunting. In fact, in order to keep the populace safe, the government paid him 10,000 dollars for each Graboid or Shrieker or Ass-blaster he killed. Life is good.
Bert began to ride out to Frank Gerrison's house to make sure he was ok. They tried to radio him but got no answer; hopefully he wasn't in town.
Bert pulled up to Frank Garrison's house and found a dismal sight. Frank lay dead in the sand, his gun lay a few feet away, and his head gone. Bert walked over to the corpse and noticed that Frank had been stabbed with some sort of knife.
"This isn't the work of any Graboid, Shrieker, or Ass-blaster that's for sure," Bert thought looking at the body. With a sigh, Bert walked back to his truck to record his findings and radio the others.
The first kill was a successful one. The human had put up a good fight trying to shoot them. Yet, in the end one of the students got close enough and speared the human. One of the Blooded, Treken, walked up to An'tir'de.
"We have scouted and found a small settlement. There are not many humans inhabiting the settlement, and it would be prefect for the hunt. Do you wish to proceed there?"
"Yes. Gather the students, it would be best to get close to the town before nightfall," replied An'tir'de glancing off into the horizon. "Such a small hunt," he thought to himself, "Pity no real action will be in this hunt."
How wrong he was.
Not too much action, and a bit short, but there will be a lot more soon. Please Review and tell me what you think!