No, your eyes do not deceive you… after a quick update, here it is. The final chapter of Predator: Child of the Hunt. But I'd like to say a few things…

Firstly, there will be a sequel. Fairly soon. So Drake's adventures will continue there… because, believe me, his tale is far from over. What you have seen is but the beginning.

Secondly, I'd just like to say: Thank you to everyone who's read and reviewed this story. Those reviews are my inspiration to keep going with this story, so I thank you all from the bottom of my insane, twisted heart. When I check my Inbox and see the reviews it makes it worth getting up in the morning. So than you all.

Predator, Yautja and all related characters are © 20th Century Fox.


AFTERMATH

"Drake…?"

Drake stirred in the inky blackness that clouded his mind. Everything was so dark…

"Drake, wake up…"

A voice…

"Drake…"

Rebecca's voice…

Drake's eyes opened slowly to see Rebecca sitting there, her light brown hair hanging loose.

A second later, her lips were on his.

"You're OK…" She gasped happily. "I was so worried…"

"You were worried?" Drake gasped. "God, I almost thought you were…"

Rebecca wrapped her arms around Drake, crying gently until Drake winced.

"Sorry…" She gasped as Drake looked down at himself.

He was wounded badly, but not too badly, considering. A few Medicomps, he imagined. Except…

He felt something painful on his back. As he felt around, he realised what it was.

A thick, ropy scar stretched from his left shoulder down to his right elbow.

"Could've been worse…" Drake sighed. "What about you?"

"I was fine…" Rebecca smiled. "Scarface managed to get that… thing out of me just in time."

"As long as he got it out," Drake sighed. "You're OK, at least."

The door to the medical room opened as Scarface stepped in.

"Scarface," Drake smiled happily. "You're…"

"I'm fine," Scarface answered slowly. "So is Dachande."

Scarface sat down next to Drake as Rebecca walked out and waited a few seconds before speaking.

Drake suddenly felt a dark pit grow in his stomach. It was just as he'd feared…

"Deadstreak's injuries were too great." He said quietly. "He never made it."

Drake leaned back, the tears forming in his eyes. Deadstreak, his rival… had become his friend. And now he'd died in his defence.

His victory had costs.

"That was a brave thing you did."

"Wasn't that hard," Drake half-grinned.

"I mean it. If you hadn't done all that you did… everything on this Colony would be dead."

"How long was it this time?" Drake joked, remembering how he'd blacked out after the Kiande Amedha trial.

"Two weeks."

Drake's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"You beat him, though. He didn't get up that time."

"Good. If anyone deserved it, he did."

"How much do you remember?"

Drake just shook his head.

"Nothing."

"You did well," Scarface smiled.

"What about Rebecca's family?"

"We'll think of something for her to tell them," Scarface reassured him. "And the Elders want to see you."

"The Elders?" Drake gasped. "What the hell have I done now?"

"Saved an entire planet," Scarface answered. "You are to be honoured. All three of you."

Drake simply turned away. It had been too much to take in… and none of it could change the fact that Deadstreak was dead.

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The Elder stood in the Jiku, looking up as Scarface entered.

"Is the boy well?" The Elder asked.

Scarface simply nodded.

"Good," The Elder said as he rested a long, serrated red-and-gold spear. "This is a fine spear. The symbol of his honour."

Scarface nodded again.

"Elder, I told you what happened…"

"I know." The Elder cut him off. "The boy displayed a reserve of strength that has never been seen in any Yautja before."

"Elder, do you mean…"

"We had our own reasons for accepting the boy, Kura'Tha. Do not forget that."

"Elder, I cannot allow this!" Scarface spoke up. "The boy must know…"

"We cannot tell him." The Elder snapped. "I know it is cruel… but we cannot tell the boy all that is riding on him. We cannot expect him to understand yet."

Scarface looked away.

"Let the boy rest for now." The Elder said calmly. "He has earned it."

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The ship had (somehow) been moved back into the sewer where it had been before. Drake, however, was standing on a rooftop above ground, looking over the city quietly.

A moment later, he felt Rebecca's arms around him from behind.

"You do this often?" She asked softly.

"All the time," Drake said quietly.

Rebecca stood next to him, kissing him on the lips gently.

"Thank you, Drake…" She whispered quietly. "I love you so much…"

Drake kissed her back, suddenly looking away.

"So…" She asked happily, "I guess things go… back to normal for us?"

Drake swallowed a lump in his throat.

"That's the thing…" He answered slowly.

"...What?"

"Rebecca…" Drake said sadly, "You almost died back there. Because of me. I'd never have forgiven myself."

"Well nothing did happen…"

"But it could have. Because we were together, you were nearly killed."

"Drake…" There was fear evident in Rebecca's eyes. "No… you don't have to…"

"I do." Drake answered sadly. "Rebecca…" he looked into her deep, brown eyes. "I love you more than I could ever say. And I don't ever want anything to hurt you…"

"You couldn't promise that anyway," Rebecca insisted. "There's my Dad, and…"

"I can't, Rebecca." Drake answered. "…This is the best thing I can for you."

"What about… this?" Rebecca asked as she clung to him. "When you left for that trial, I missed you so much. Now you want me to just walk away?"

She cried gently, wiping away her tears with one hand.

"Drake…" She sobbed quietly, "…You're all I have."

Drake looked sadly at her.

"I don't want to do this either." Drake whispered. "Leaving you goes against every last part of me. But I can't let you be put in danger."

"No…" Rebecca sobbed. "Please…"

"I don't want to. But I don't have a choice…"

"…I love you…" was all Rebecca could manage.

Drake kissed her one last time.

"I'll always love you." He said quietly.

"We're at School together…" Rebecca cried. "We see each other every day…"

But this was it. This was more than just goodbye.

Drake turned around and walked away.

For good.

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Drake crouched on the edge of the rooftop as he felt something behind him.

"So you ended it with her?" Dachande asked sympathetically.

Drake nodded slowly.

"I had to."

"She still loves you, you know."

"And I love her," Drake answered truthfully. "You never know… considering what it's like out there… well… anything can happen."

Drake couldn't quite help smiling beneath his mask.

Below them, a limo pulled up, several armed men stepping out.

"Not much prey compared to before," Dachande quipped.

"Enough to go around."

They both jumped down toward their prey.

THE END

YAUTJA, PREDATOR, PREDATOR 2, ALIENS VS PREDATOR, PREDATOR: CONCRETE JUNGLE, ALIEN, ALIENS, ALIEN 3, ALIEN: RESURRECTION, XENOMORPH, ALIEN QUEEN, CHESTBURSTER, PRAETORIAN, FACEHUGGER, WEYLAND-YUTANI CORPORATION, BORGIA, MONSTER SQUAD AND ALL RELATED CHARACTERS AND TRADEMARKS ARE © 20TH CENTURY FOX LTD.

DRAKE, DACHANDE AND DEADSTREAK

CREATED BY

JOSEPH MEAD AND JOE HARTWELL

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