Predator: SVU

Title: Predator: SVU

Author: Prairiefire

Chapter: Thirteen: Licking His Wounds

Fandom: Predator AU

Rating: M/R

Warnings: Adult Situations, Controversial Subject Material, Graphic Violence/Gore, Rape, Sexual Situations

Orientation: Het

Pairings: Human Female/Male Predator, Female Predator/Male Predator

Summary: Two hunters separated by species and lightyears are about to team up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Predator, nor do I make earn any monetary compensation for the stories I write that feature such characters. However, all my original characters are just that, original. That makes them mine, and they cannot be used without my express written permission.

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Word Count: 2427

Al’brk’vix hid in the dank, cold tunnels for several days after his fight with Vek’rin’ka. He stewed over his wounds as he healed himself, the worst of which was his broken elbow. There was little he could do for it except set it and bind it. Setting the joint was excruciating and was almost impossible to do by himself.

With the elbow finally set Al’brk’vix set about binding his broken ribs. He had not carried the necessary bandages but the bedding that he had stolen from where it hung as it dried served well. The least serious of his injuries were the scratches on his arms. The first, where Vek’rin’ka had caught his arm with the ki’cti-pa on the healers’ building, were the deepest ones. He used his healing gels to close those. The resulting roar of pain echoed down the tunnels.

With every pain-filled roar as Al’brk’vix used the burning gel he promised to rip Vek’rin’ka apart. For every injury and humiliation that Al’brk’vix had suffered Vek’rin’ka would pay. After inspecting the shallow cuts where his self-destruct device was cut off he decided to leave those to heal naturally.

Perhaps the most aggravating wound was the one to Al’brk’vix’s ego. He knew he was a great hunter, and now he was hiding from his prey with a useless arm, useless cannon, and few other weapons. Not only hiding, but in a stinking, sludge filled tunnel.

Once a cycle, under the cover of darkness, Al’brk’vix would go out for food. There was little available. Oomans didn’t seem to store any of their own food supply in the area and Al’brk’vix was hesitant to stray too far from his hiding place. He was forced to start hunting small game. There were plenty of small feral felines around, who seemed to thrive on the rodent population. Al’brk’vix refused to stoop to eating vermin but the felines proved to be satisfactory.

When the wounds were not as hindering Al’brk’vix started to range further from the nest he had made in the tunnels. Several times he attempted to get close to the ooman female of Vek’rin’ka’s, but the Arbitrator would always be near. He had no chance to observe the ooman. Without observing her behavior capturing her could prove difficult. He wanted to capture her alive. The plan he had to break Vek’rin’ka would depend on it.

Several nights had passed after the fight with Vek’rin’ka and Al’brk’vix again decided to try to get near the female’s home. He would see if he could get close to her tonight, maybe grab her if he could. It was becoming apparent that he would never get time to properly observe her.

He approached the dwelling from an angle he had never used before. There was unusual activity at the home. It was surrounded by many ooman Arbitrators and their vehicles. All of the oomans were armed and tense. Al’brk’vix scanned for Vek’rin’ka but could not see him. From what he could tell the ooman female was gone as well.

Suddenly, there was a blip on his mask display. Turning and focusing on it Al’brk’vix spotted Vek’rin’ka heading away from him. With a final, longing look at the tempting ooman prey around Al’brk’vix started after the Arbitrator. He would lead Al’brk’vix to the ooman female and as soon as the opportunity presented itself Al’brk’vix would grab her. He would enjoy every moment of sadistic fun he would have tormenting both of them.

No longer able to cloak, Al’brk’vix was forced to follow Vek’rin’ka at a greater distance than he would have preferred. Traveling on a diagonal to the warrior, he made sure to stay downwind and out of sight.

At one point Vek’rin’ka stopped and waited for the female as she went into a building with a male ooman. The respite allowed Al’brk’vix to regain his breath though his ribs continued to dully ache. The rest was short lived as the two original oomans came out of the building trailed by another carrying a bag.

The oomans left together with Vek’rin’ka following quickly. Ambushing Vek’rin’ka right now would have been so easy with his attention focused on the female. Al’brk’vix felt as if he himself was being tortured with the patience he was being forced to deal with. Killing Vek’rin’ka would be so thrilling using his weakness for the female though.

Al’brk’vix continued to trail Vek’rin’ka as they came to an area of tall buildings. With no cloak Al’brk’vix was forced to stop the chase. Instead he quickly climbed the tallest building he could get to. His perch afforded the perfect spot to observe Vek’rin’ka as he climbed his own building and entered it through one of the large open glass doors the female had retreated through.

Al’brk’vix zoomed in with his mask but could see nothing except for a raised bed. Both of the room’s occupants remained out of sight for a long time and Al’brk’vix had almost been tempted to leave to find food. He had prepared to go over the edge when he finally spotted movement in the room he saw Vek’rin’ka all but carrying the ooman.

Disgusting, Al’brk’vix thought, being that close to prey and not killing it. He was even touching it. Al’brk’vix continued to spy on his two unsuspecting subjects. He gripped the edge of the roof tighter when he saw Vek’rin’ka remove his shoulder cannon. It would be so easy to kill both of them now, he thought, but it wouldn’t be half as fun.

Contempt filled Al’brk’vix as he witnessed Vek’rin’ka move onto the bed and pull the female up to him. It sickened Al’brk’vix to see the warrior comforting the female for whatever reason like she was his mate. Any hunter that would display such behavior was no longer a warrior in Al’brk’vix’s eyes. Females didn’t need that kind of comfort. They were just lou-dte kalei. Their only use was producing sucklings. This female wasn’t even worth that. She would only produce more prey.

The night wore on Al’brk’vix grew bored waiting for Vek’rin’ka to fall into slumber. The sun was rising when he finally gave up. It was apparent that the other yautja had no intention of sleeping this night. Staying here would be pointless and Al’brk’vix was finally feeling the effects of hunger.

Leaving the area of the tall, well-kept buildings Al’brk’vix found his way over to another part of the city. The area smelled of meat and blood, lots of it. The area was run down, waste was strewn everywhere. There were many vendors’ shops along the vehicle path. All were centered around a long, low building with many doors. Al’brk’vix observed many oomans passing in and out of these doors, often times the same female with different males. He ignored the oomans for now, he could come back later and claim a few skulls. They didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

From the alley Al’brk’vix was hiding in he could see a shop across the street with carcasses of small animals hanging in the window. Cautiously he peered around the corners of the buildings he was between, making sure there were no oomans looking in his direction. When he felt it was safe enough he sprinted across the street. He didn’t take into account that vehicles used the same path. The squealing of rubber on the ground and an irritated horn stopped Al’brk’vix on the sidewalk after the near miss. He turned and looked at the ooman in the dark colored vehicle gesturing wildly at him. In a show of disrespect Al’brk’vix turned his back on the ooman. He would find him later and see if he would be a worthy challenge.

Al’brk’vix rounded the building and found a doorway into the back of the meat shop. The door was flimsy and one kick was enough to rip it off its hinges and give Al’brk’vix access to the interior. Inside, the smells were tantalizing. There were many varieties of meat to choose from. A contented growl rose from his throat as he tried to decide which to take.

While Al’brk’vix was sorting through the meats a device near the front of the building started to ring persistently. Taking it as an alarm, Al’brk’vix quickly stashed several of the skinned carcasses that had been hanging near him in his mesh sack. He left the building to whoever would respond to the summons. Sticking to the shadows he found one of the metal frameworks that allowed oomans access to the tops of their buildings.

Al’brk’vix painstakingly climbed up to the roof. His useless arm was bound against his chest making moving through the small cut out passages on each landing difficult. If that wasn’t annoying enough, the mesh bag that held the pilfered food kept catching on projections from the framework.

Finally, as Al’brk’vix reached the end of his limited patience he reached the roof. He jumped a couple of passages away from the building he had entered and found himself across from the busy ooman building he had seen before. He settled himself in the shadows to eat as he observed the oblivious oomans below.

Many females paraded up and down the path until approached by a male. Then the pair would retreat back into the building. With bemusement Al’brk’vix noted the vehicle that had been driven by the aggressive ooman. Perhaps he would enjoy a bit of fun after he was finished eating. No sooner had he had that thought than two other smaller vehicles sped up to and surrounded the dark vehicle. A trio of oomans got out of each vehicle and quickly moved around the other vehicle to surround the door it was parked in front of.

One of the oomans kicked the door in and the six oomans rushed in holding their small burners in their hands while Al’brk’vix watched with interest. The oomans weren’t technically interfering in his hunt as he hadn’t decided if he wanted to kill this ooman. The six oomans soon re-emerged from the room dragging a seventh one. It was fighting and yelling strongly until it was hit over the head by one of the oomans. Al’brk’vix snorted in disgust. The ooman must not have been that good a fighter.

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In a black sedan, sitting on the street a man spoke into his radio, “We’ve located the target bunkered down in a whore house on Ocean.” The team leader twitched with anticipation as he fingered the trigger on his pistol. “We’re going in now.”

The leader tapped the driver on the shoulder, telling him to initiate the retrieval. The driver, in response, flashed his high beams to the other car parked down the street facing him. Both cars pulled away from the curb and sped up to the motel. They each pulled in behind the black SUV, blocking any escape it may try to make.

As arranged the three passengers of each car jumped out and moved up to enter the room. The drivers waited patiently in the cars, ready to speed the teams away and scanning the police frequencies to make sure they had not drawn any attention. The two teams of three, with their guns drawn, knocked the door off its hinges. When the door had banged against the wall the target jumped away from his computer and turned to face the intruders.

With their guns and dark suits the target took them as federal agents. They had him at gun point but he wasn’t about to give up yet. He dove over the double bed to the night stand, and the magnum lying on it. In the chaos and noise of the entry no one heard the near silent “pfft” as the air pistol discharged its dart from the team leader’s gun.

The target jerked when he felt the prick of the needle. The bright yellow tag was stark in its contrast with the dark shirt covering its victim’s shoulder. The six men didn’t wait for the sedative to take effect before they rushed him. One grabbed each limb while the other two tackled his body.

The drugged man fought with every ounce of strength that he could summon. Still, the six proved to be more than a match for him. When the teams were sure of their hold on him they dragged him to his feet.

Half dragging, half carrying the struggling man, his escorts pulled him out the door. Seeing the two dark cars the man renewed his fight. His verbal protestations had not gone unnoticed by the area’s inhabitants, but they did go unheeded.

When the group was beside the target’s SUV the driver of the first car shouted out, “We’ve got cops incoming.”

“Damn,” was the reply but the team leader. “Get him in the car now.” With that order, one of the men hit the target over the head with the butt of his gun. Instantly the man fell limp and the six team members hoisted him up and shoved him into the backseat of the closest waiting car.

As the teams split up and got into their own cars Team One’s leader asked the driver, “Were we spotted?”

“No sir,” the driver responded as he shifted the car into drive and calmly left the motel. “There was a call for a silent alarm. One of the shops a block down was apparently entered. The alarm company called the cops when no one answered their call.”

“What shop was it,” the leader asked.

“Donald’s Meats,” the driver told him with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Damn it,” the leader swore as he searched out the windows. “One of them is close. Probably watching us now.”

“Nothing we can do but set the trap,” one of the other team members said as he pushed the unconscious man’s head off his shoulder. “At least we have the bait for the bait.”

“Oh yes. Burns will be the perfect bait for Hadley,” the leader smugly said. “We’ll have what we came for soon enough.”

“Hey Cach,” the man in the front seat said, drawing Cach’s attention. “What are we going to do with this one?”

Cach looked at Burns and smirked. Maliciousness glinted in his eyes as he thought about Burns’ future. “We are going to make him a deal he can’t refuse.”