Predator: The Hybrid

Despite the ear piercing screams that seemed to bleed through the glass walls of the hallway I could still hear my heart pounding in my chest, almost beating in rhythm with my clumsy footsteps. This was the first time I ever remembered being afraid of anything since this war started. Wait, I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Dr. Lance Robertson, and I am the last survivor from Lab Site Beta on Verion 12. I was placed there as a Biological Engineer for a top-secret project we were going to use in the war. My job was to design a weapon that would finally even out the odds of this one-sided war. The weapon's name was Mia; Dr. Morgan named her that after his youngest daughter, who was killed on duty earlier in the war.

She was almost too good to be true. She could single-handedly slaughter them sometimes two at a time. She was the perfect killing machine. We created her to lack human weakness- you know, compassion, doubt, fear, guilt. We didn't want her to be like the human soldiers because they were being annihilated. Mia had to be equivalent to them- strong, intelligent, and ruthless .She had to be their worst nightmare. It's funny how she turned out to be ours instead. I warned them about her. I warned them the first time I saw her changing, but they didn't listen, but I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.

"Her name is Mia!" announced Dr. Charles Morgan, head of the Biological department on Verion 12, "Isn't she beautiful ladies and gentlemen?"

She was indeed beautiful, but there was something about her that just didn't sit well with me. I think it was her eyes. I mean, even though she had the body of a human female, I still saw the soul of one of those monsters in her eyes.

"What's wrong Lance?" Charles said, slapping me on the back, "Mesmerized by her?"

I shook my head.

"Gorgeous isn't she?"

I could tell he was proud of his sick work. Honestly, I didn't agree with what they had done. To me it was cruel. Combining human genetics with that of those…things… it just seemed so wrong. Nothing good could come out of it, but Charles was certain he had created a new human being…as if he were God or something.

"Why a woman?" one of the other doctors asked.

Charles walked up beside his "creation" and gently brushed a few stands of hair out of her face.

"Because woman is the most underestimated killing machine ever created."

Once or twice, I glanced at him noticing the crazed look he had in his eyes.

"Man's biggest downfall is his underestimation of woman. She's perfectly designed to be an effective killer. Woman is smaller, more agile, more cunning, and much more intelligent than man…and best of all she has man's arrogance working for her."

I agreed with what he was saying, but it still didn't make it right.

"What is she trained to do?" another one of the doctors chimed in.

My head was beginning to spin and I realized I needed some air. The lab was getting stuffy and for some reason she kept looking at me. I don't know if it was an act of intimidation or not, but she only looked at me like that. Even when she was a child, she would give me that hateful stare. I guess she could smell the fear pouring off me, but whatever it was that she hated about me, I wasn't going to find out today.

I excused myself into the hallway, breathed a sigh of relief and fell back against the cold glass wall behind me. The air outside the lab was cool and fresh and I felt the sweat on the back of my neck slowly drying up. All of those people in the lab and her staring at me was beginning to get to me. All of a sudden, the entire facility shook and the lights went out, drenching me in total darkness. The other scientists rushed out of the lab and looked around.

"What was that?" Charles asked, stumbling out of the doorway of the lab.

I shrugged.

"I'm not sure."

Then the alarm went off.

"We're under attack!" Dr. Shaffer said feeling around the walls, "I'm calling security!"

I watched her dark figure make its way down the hall to the security box, and then turned my attention back to Charles, who had walked off.

"Wait." I said, grabbing his shoulder, "I don't think it would be wise to investigate."

He sneered at me, and flicked my hand off his shoulder.

"This is my facility, and I have the right to know what is going on!"

I squeezed his shoulder harder.

"Let security handle this. I have a bad feeling about…"

Then I heard a crash at the end of the hall and Dr. Shaffer scream.

"Lindsey?" I yelled in the darkness, but she didn't respond.

"What is going on here?" Charles demanded pushing me out of his way.

Suddenly the security lights came on, and we saw what had gotten Dr. Shaffer. Two huge blades were sticking up out of her stomach, and she was floating at least two feet off the ground.

Charles and the others took off running the opposite way leaving us alone.

"Help me Lance!" she whispered, blood running down the side of her mouth.

My first instinct was to run, but my feet wouldn't move. Then I watched the invisible force pull off her head and throw it to the side dropping her headless body to the floor in front of me. I clumsily stumbled over my feet as the creature uncloaked itself before my eyes. This one was huge! Maybe one of the larger ones I've seen. I listened to his guttural growl as he inched closer to me slowly, placing one clawed foot in front of the other.

He was dressed in a dull metallic armor; it was almost Viking like, which couldn't mean anything good. I was careful not to make any sudden movements; I didn't want to startle him or worse, make him mad. He stepped over Lindsey's body and continued to walk towards me focusing his attention on every movement I made.

I stared at the eyes holes in his mask, and imagined those ugly yellow eyes behind it, then raised up my hands to surrender, hoping maybe he would spare me if I showed that I was not a threat. However, as soon as I held up my hands, I heard him laugh. It was a deep chuckle and it was so powerful it echoed through the hallway and made his entire body shake. Apparently, I had amused him.

I backed up a little further; not realizing something was behind me and tripped, falling hard on my butt.

"Please don't…" I said, watching him tense up his arm to make his already extended wrist blades longer. They were still dripping with Dr. Shaffer's blood.

I tried to slide away from him further, but my hands had become wet from my sweat. At this point, I knew my life was over. In the past, their kind typically didn't harm those that were unarmed, but in war, everything was fair game. Besides, they had a bone to pick with us anyway; we had moved in on their territory and stolen their technology.

As he moved in closer raising his wrist above my head, I closed my eyes and prayed he would strike me somewhere I could die quickly from. Suddenly I felt warm liquid splatter across my face.

"My blood." I thought to myself as I waited for the pain to come, but for some reason, there was none.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a gaping hole in his chest and a huge blade sticking out from the wound.

'What the?" I started, trying to figure out what was going on. Then I saw those two terrible yellow eyes appear behind his massive body. It was Mia, the monster in human form. She had snatched a huge knife from the armor around his leg and jammed it into his back, causing the blade to come out of his chest. He roared in pain, as she pushed it further into his back making even more of his blood splatter across my face. I watched him drop to his knees and fall to the floor on his stomach with a sickening thud.

I wiped some of his blood off my face looked up at Mia, who had pulled the knife out of his back and stuck it into a band wrapped around her thigh. She stared at me for a moment, wiping his blood off her hands, then looked down at her kill and smiled revealing four sharp fangs.

"Thank you." I whispered, but she didn't respond, she was busy pulling weapons off his body.

I pushed myself up slowly, carefully watching her. After she took all she wanted from him, she turned her attention to me, her yellow eyes burning into mine. I smiled at her only to be met with a confusing stare. Then I saw her eyes dart to something behind me.

"Run!" She growled, pushing past me. I turned around to see her jumping on something invisible and then took off running in the opposite direction. I could hear the scuffle between her and the alien behind me, but I didn't want to stay and watch this fight, I couldn't stand being splattered with blood anymore. Almost minutes after I ran away from them, I felt the floor tremble and heard his body hit the floor.

I had to give it to her, she was good. It took her no time to down these guys even though they were five times bigger than she was. After his body hit the floor, I heard her scream. It was a strange scream, almost human, but not quite. It echoed through the hallway and admittedly made me run faster. As I ran, I noticed how long the hallway appeared to be. Longer than I remembered. I should have reached the door leading to the other part of the facility by now, and even though the security lights had come on it was still dark. I wondered where the other scientists were. Knowing Charles, they had probably gotten out somewhere. Then I remembered that Dr. Shaffer had pulled the security alarm.

"Where is security?" I thought to myself as I continued to run, a little slower now because the light was getting dimmer. It had been several minutes and they usually responded quickly, but this time something was holding them up. Suddenly, I heard a noise at the far end of the hall. My heart speed up and I flattened myself against the wall to the right of me.

"I just want to get out of here." I whispered to myself struggling to focus in the light.

I didn't hear Mia anymore and whatever was stirring around in front of me was getting closer. I stopped walking and slowly reversed my steps placing one foot behind the other. Then I heard a familiar growl, but this one was louder and it sounded like it was coming from a much larger owner. I pushed myself away from the wall, turned to begin running, but something grabbed neck, and squeezed it making me gasp for air. Slowly, my captor uncloaked, revealing himself. He was massive. His muscles bulged out from under his cracking armor and his neck had to be as large as a tree trunk.

He cracked his other hand as he held me with his right one and stared at me from behind his mask. I could hear him breathing as he studied my features closely, turning my head from side to side. He was deciding whether I was worth killing or not. Then with his other hand, he pulled off his mask, revealing his battle scarred face. He had a huge scar over one of his eyes and both of the huge tusks on his mandibles were broken. From what we had learned about their civilization, I could tell he was a much older, more experienced one. He had scars all over his body and the wiry whiskers that lined his head were beginning to turn gray. Judging from the carvings on his broken tusks and the markings on his head, he was probably a warrior, one of the more violent ones.

I looked him in the eyes trying to figure out if he was going to spare me, but my staring seeming to piss him off. He dropped me to the floor and adjusted his mandibles as if he were getting ready to speak.

"Oooman…" he started, looking down at me, "You…will…suffer… for…what…you…have…done…" he said carefully pronouncing every word.

I knew what he meant and I knew he wasn't going to let me go.

"I'm innocent." I said trying to reason with the goliath but he smirked at me and knelt down to meet my face.

"No…oooman… innocent." He snarled.

"What are you g..g..going to do to me?" I asked trying to prolong my life as long at possible.

He cocked his head to the side then raised his clawed hand up to study it.

"I…will…crush…neck…"

His broken words sent a chill down my spine. I tried to get up, but whenever I anchored myself with my hands, he would put his foot against my chest and push me back down. Then he reached his huge hand at my neck again, but something caught his attention. He looked up and backed away from me lowering his eyes at whatever was behind me.

"Great" I thought, "Probably an even bigger one coming to make armor out of my skin."

I turned around, saw Mia standing there, and crawled between her legs to get away from him. At first, I knew she was going to make quick work out of him, but when I looked up at her she was staring straight ahead at him and him back at her.

"What are you waiting for Mia?" I asked getting up for the second time, but she didn't say anything, she just started breathing heavy. Then he started to growl, but it wasn't an aggressive growl, it was more of a soft purr. I looked up at her again trying to figure out what she was doing, and then I saw him reach his hand out to her.

"Oh no!" I whispered to myself as I backed away from them both, "I knew this would happen."

She still didn't move, but I could tell that she was struggling with what actions to take. I turned around and began to walk away. Our biggest fear was developing right in front of my eyes. I tried to tell Dr. Morgan that creating a female was a bad idea. It wasn't because I believed a female would be less effective, it was because she would be fighting males. She would be fighting males of her own species and even though she was half-human, she still had their DNA within her. We weren't sure which species she would take to, but now I knew the answer. She was siding with them.

Suddenly, I heard soft footsteps behind me.

"Mia?" I asked, stopping and turning around, but I didn't see her, I just saw a blur coming at me. Then something hit me hard in my head, making me loose my balance. I felt myself hit the floor and struggled to see what had hit me, but my vision had become blurry from the impact. A sharp pain shot through my head and I reached up to see if I had a bruise from whatever had hit me. Something warm and wet smeared across my fingertips and I struggled to see what it was. It was blood, my blood…I was bleeding! As I faded in and out of consciousness, I heard the footsteps get closer.

"This is it." I thought, "He must've killed Mia and now he's coming to finish what he started with me."

However, instead of a growl, I heard soft breathing.

"Mia?" I asked, my speech slurred.

I heard a soft voice speak.

"I'm sorry for this Lance, but you've seen too much."