Predator: SVU

Title: Predator: SVU

Author: Prairiefire

Chapter: Nineteen: One to Go

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: 4091

Cass knew she was in trouble, though she could not fully appreciate the gravity of the danger she was in. A haze had begun to descend on her mind as the adrenaline ran out. Vek’rin’ka had been coming to her, coming to help her. Now another hunter, another yautja, was holding her and running away from Vek’rin’ka.

Punch him! Kick him! Fight, Cass’s mind screamed at her. This hunter was not Vek’rin’ka, not a friend. This was a hunter who killed people, oomans Vek’rin’ka called them. Cass swam in half-formed thoughts as the other hunter carried her away from her friend.

Then the adrenaline kicked in again and her mind sharpened. This was not just any hunter. This was Vek’rin’ka’s Bad Blood, the one who had raped and killed a female of his kind. Cold fear froze Cass for only a moment. She had to get away, free herself.

Cass kicked, she screamed with everything she had. Her fists rained down helplessly on the hunter’s armored back. The only thing that accomplished was making the hunter growl. The sound shook his entire body and vibrated into Cass. When she still didn’t stop her fighting Al’brk’vix shifted his grip up her wounded leg and squeezed.

Cass’s body tensed as she screamed long and loud. Al’brk’vix kept squeezing the wound until she stopped fighting and hung limp over his shoulder. When she was finally quiet Al’brk’vix accelerated to a speed that he could hold for hours and easily outdistance the Arbitrator.

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Vek’rin’ka reached the spot Al’brk’vix had grabbed Cass seconds after they had gotten out of the building. His eyes flicked to the knife covered in Cass’s blood as he approached. It only took a second for Vek’rin’ka to decide to scoop it up. Cass would need a trophy from this kill no matter how different their cultures were. Without slowing he kicked the blade up into his hand.

The door flew off its hinges and into the adjacent building when Vek’rin’ka hit it. His temper had hit its end and nothing would keep him from killing the Bad Blood that dared to harm what was his. He had had little success tracking Al’brk’vix so far on this planet, but nothing could obscure Cass’s scent from him. As unfortunate as it was, the fact that she was bleeding helped him track her. He turned north and for a while was able to follow the blood trail on the ground.

As Vek’rin’ka left the ooman city behind the trail began to become less and less visible. Vek’rin’ka wondered at the ooman’s resilience that Cass was already beginning to stop bleeding. Vek’rin’ka switched from tracking her primarily by sight trailing the blood to air scenting for her.

The scent cone led Vek’rin’ka into the densely vegetated swamp that surrounded the city. He had to slow down to be sure of his footing on the untrustworthy ground. He was however rewarded occasionally with the sunken impression of a yautja footprint. The scent was getting stronger and Vek’rin’ka knew he was getting closer.

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Far ahead of Vek’rin’ka, after making several false trails, Al’brk’vix found a small dry patch of grass surrounded by a grove of tall trees. As he felt Cass beginning to come out of her pain induced faint, Al’brk’vix stopped near the edge of the clearing. Checking it for possible enemies, namely Vek’rin’ka, Al’brk’vix dropped Cass on the soggy ground.

Once satisfied that the area is safe he turned back to Cass. She had woken up and once she saw him she tried to back away. She was gibbering in her own primitive language, her deformed mouth twisting as unintelligible sounds came from it. Al’brk’vix trilled at her stiff movements anyway, knowing there was no way for her to escape him. The scent of her fear was thick even in the fetid air and Al’brk’vix grew even more excited.

Reaching out, Al’brk’vix grabbed her by a foot to drag her back to him. Cass kicked out at him with her free foot. The hit only connected with a padded knee and the only damage done was a bruise on Cass’s foot and an ache all the way up her shin.

The hunter growled at Cass but the translator that Vek’rin’ka had given her made no sense of any of it. Cass kicked again and screamed as the Bad Blood loomed over her on the ground. When he leaned in closer Cass started to punch him. They were pathetic hits, weakened by her panic and never aimed anywhere that would do any significant damage.

Al’brk’vix watched the display slightly amused, wondering why a renowned Arbitrator would protect such a pathetic creature. He let go of her foot to grab her hands and pin them over her head. Using his body, he pinned her legs down and held her completely immobile.

With Cass pinned under him Al’brk’vix felt her. She was small and his body covered hers completely. By now the ooman had been reduced to whimpered protests in her nonsense language. She was undoubtedly pleading for her life, a useless gesture.

Still, before he killed her, Al’brk’vix wanted to know why Vek’rin’ka would protect her like a Clan female. The Arbitrator had even provided crude armor for her to hunt in. Snorting in disgust, Al’brk’vix used his free hand to strip the armored top from the female. As the leather covering came off so did the thin cloth covering under it. He threw the tattered garments away and stared at the two mounds of flesh being held captive by yet another layer of fabric.

Al’brk’vix ripped this off as well to reveal two large, soft milk glands. The ones on this small female rivaled the size of most yautja females though, as he touched them will a clawed hand, they were not as firm. Continuing his examination of the female, who had not truly given up her struggle for freedom, he wondered if that was where the similarities ended.

Shifting his body lower, not quite stretching out over Cass, he had to use a blade from his belt to cut through the leg coverings. Revealed there was another thin layer and Al’brk’vix dared to expect another close approximation of a female yautja. The blade easily slid through the weak material to reveal that there was indeed an opening similar to the females of Al’brk’vix’s own kind.

Cass fought hard, trying to buck Al’brk’vix off of her. Never had she seen anyone so balanced as him using only one had to stay up. His weight on her legs was incredible and she could do little more than flex her ankles. He was just too heavy to move but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. Then, as Cass fought she understood just what the large alien was doing, not having connected it to what Vek’rin’ka had said his original crime was. This creature was going to rape her too, probably kill her.

With renewed vigour Cass fought as her clothes were stripped from her. There was no question in her mind what the Bad Blood intended to do. She started screaming again, no longer trying to beg her way out of the clutches of this alien psycho. Now she yelled at him and demanded to be released.

“Let go, you goddamn son of a bitch, before I tear your dick and feed it to you,” Cass screamed in the alien’s face. The alien didn’t seem to comprehend what she had said and continued what he was doing. Cass threw several more threats at Al’brk’vix. She did not know if he had the anatomy to do the things that she threatened, but she suspected that the loincloth was not just a fashion statement. Even if the screaming did nothing to dissuade the Bad Blood, it help build Cass’s own spirit.

Al’brk’vix didn’t understand anything that the ooman was saying nor did he much care, though he did detect the shift in her tone. Her scent even changed from the weakling fear stench to one that was sharper. It smelled of aggression, akin to what he had scented from his first female.

So much of the ooman was similar to a yautja female, though on a smaller scale Al’brk’vix thought to himself. He had been toying with the idea of playing with this prey thing, but then he thought of how he could hurt Vek’rin’ka the most. He could mate this ooman; mark her with his scent and seed. The Arbitrator would see this and if he cared for this female as much as Al’brk’vix suspected the resulting rage would inhibit Vek’rin’ka. It would give Al’brk’vix an advantage he would not otherwise have.

As Al’brk’vix looked down on Cass through the cold lenses of his mask, the new thoughts of dominating this aggressive female made the blood pool in his loins. His cloth became tight and he reached to pull it off, revealing his glory to the female helpless below him.

Cass screamed again seeing the size of the creature’s penis. She was by no means a virgin and knew most of her limits. There was no way the Bad Blood would fit in her without doing damage even if he was trying to be gentle, and that was in no way a possibility.

Al’brk’vix held the ooman, Vek’rin’ka’s pet, firmly down as he positioned himself before her entrance. She stilled her movements though she remained tense and kept up her verbal protestations. Al’brk’vix paused there, where one move by either of them would mean he was inside her. He waited only to be sure that the ooman knew what was about to happen.

“Relax ooman,” the translator hissed into Cass’s ear. “Won’t hurt…as much.” Cass didn’t know if Al’brk’vix knew about the translator, or if he was just taunting her for his own sick pleasure. In the end it didn’t matter.

Without further warning Al’brk’vix thrust his hips forward. Cass’s scream became shriller as the large organ forced its way into her. Al’brk’vix pulled back and repeated the thrust with the same force, giving no thought to the damage he was doing to the smaller female. He kept a rapid pace as he pistoned in and out of her.

Each thrust forced another scream from Cass as the male’s penis passed over tears in her walls. It wasn’t too long, only two to three minutes that felt like hours, before Cass felt the member expand. Hot semen scorched her abused sex and her scream reached a new pitch before she passed out.

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Vek’rin’ka heard a scream, very faint, ahead of him. He had followed Cass’s scent through the city out into the swamp. Now he was far away from any ooman settlement and the scent was beginning to fade. The thick, rank smell of rotting vegetation was not helping matters. The scream, Vek’rin’ka instinctively knew was from Cass.

Turning away from the scent trail Vek’rin’ka broke into a run. Heading straight for the sound he growled low and made sure his ki’its-pa was ready. He had already wasted time being led down two false tracks and now he was going to make up for the lost time. The Bad Blood may have been fast on his feet, but Vek’rin’ka would show him who was superior with a blade.

The distance passed in almost no time, the wind blowing against Vek’rin’ka’s mask giving him an immediate advantage when he finally slowed his approach to a thick grove of trees. There was the thick, oily smell of h’sui’se and Vek’rin’ka could immediately identify Cass’s scent. There was something else that was all too familiar, the metallic scent imprinting itself on Vek’rin’ka’s olfactory folds.

Creeping closer, pushing his way through the underbrush of the grove, Vek’rin’ka saw the scene before him. Al’brk’vix, having heard the rustle of vegetation crouched behind Cass holding her by the throat. Cass herself was naked, blood staining her legs, and unconscious. Vek’rin’ka stepped out of the shrubbery to face the Bad Blood he had come to loath beyond anything he had ever felt.

Al’brk’vix placed the blade of the stolen naginata next to Cass’s throat when he saw the Arbitrator. Vek’rin’ka’s stance was confident, masking the rage at the impudence of the criminal before him. He knew what Al’brk’vix had done to Cass, drawing closer he could smell the stench of the male’s seed. As with in the warehouse, the cold rage descended on Vek’rin’ka.

This was not the reaction Al’brk’vix expected. Vek’rin’ka flying at him with no thought to strategy was what Al’brk’vix had anticipated. The hunter before him was ready for a fight and was ready to kill. In a bid to incite Vek’rin’ka’s rage, Al’brk’vix tried to taunt him.

“Come to save your precious ooman, Arbitrator,” Al’brk’vix waited for any kind of reaction. When he received none, he tried again. “So, it the female just your new pet? Or did you plan to mate with her too? For an ooman she provided a suitable release.”

Vek’rin’ka made no move, remaining outwardly calm while his spirit screamed for thwei. With the flick of a tusk inside his mask, the laser targeting sights for his plasmacaster lit up. They trailed over Cass as Vek’rin’ka checked her for obvious injuries, and gradually settled on Al’brk’vix’s head. The Bad Blood only ducked closer to Cass daring Vek’rin’ka to fire.

Vek’rin’ka held back, knowing the heat would burn Cass’s face severely if he did fire. Her body shivered with the shock and blood loss and another injury could mean the difference between her life and death.

Al’brk’vix didn’t have to think about hostages as his own system came online. His own burner was running low on power, but just a few well places shots would finish the Arbitrator. The burner fired with a whump as the heated gas left the barrel.

A tree to Vek’rin’ka’s left provided cover as he leapt out of the way with lightning reflexes. The muscles of his legs coiled into hard springs as he sprinted behind cover. Al’brk’vix, looking only through the targeting system, lost sight of Vek’rin’ka as he moved. Cursing, Al’brk’vix switched his vision over to the normal infrared hunting vision. It was no use, Vek’rin’ka had disappeared into the trees using them as cover.

The ooman was no longer useful to Al’brk’vix so he dropped her where she was, letting her fall in a crumpled heap on the ground. He moved cautiously into the trees. Now he was the prey and he would have to move well or die. Not worrying about the ooman he left near dead, Al’brk’vix moved away, trying to stay concealed while he sought the Arbitrator.

Vek’rin’ka dodged in and around trees staying out of Al’brk’vix’s sight as he circled around to approach from another angle. While the Bad Blood was a concern, right now he wanted to get Cass out of the middle of the open. From his spot high on a tree branch he watched Al’brk’vix move away and start moving through the brush, trying to find Vek’rin’ka’s trail.

The drop down from the branch was soundless and Vek’rin’ka quickly made his way over to the still ooman form. She was breathing, shallowly but breathing. Vek’rin’ka picked up Cass’s limp body to move her to the base of a tree where he could cover her. She stirred as he picked her up, whimpering quietly like she did when she slept. Her hand moved to grab his arm and slowly she looked up at his masked face.

Vek’rin’ka could see the pain in Cass’s expression and he did his best not to jostle her too much. Her eyes also spoke of trust unlike anything he had ever seen. She was giving her life over into his care not just because she could not fight herself, but because she knew he would protect her.

Carefully Vek’rin’ka sat Cass down between two exposed roots of a large tree. He knelt beside her, vigilantly scanning the area as he pulled the ooman knife from his belt. Cass’s eyes darted to the blade covered in her own blood before weakly reaching up to take it by the offered handle.

Neither being spoke a word, only nodding in understanding. Then Vek’rin’ka moved back, pulling the large fronds of a nearby fern over Cass’s exposed and vulnerable body. Then he moved away, hunting the Bad Blood with every sense straining for the criminal’s presence.

Vek’rin’ka spotted Al’brk’vix in a tree across the clearing, about half way up, not facing him. Vek’rin’ka powered up his cloak and started to circle around the grassy area, so much of it stained with Cass’s blood. He focused only on Al’brk’vix, moving silently through the foliage as if he had done it a thousand times before in this place.

Al’brk’vix had lost sigh of Vek’rin’ka after he had engaged his camouflage field and moved into the trees. He had hoped the tree’s height would give him a shot at the Arbitrator but his mask could not differentiate between the heat of the swamp and that of Vek’rin’ka’s body and by the time his tech-vision setting had taken over Vek’rin’ka was gone. Switching back to the thermal setting, the only thing he could make out was the paling heat of the ooman. Thinking that he should have kept the female to draw Vek’rin’ka in Al’brk’vix climbed carefully down from his perch, cautious of any attack.

Moving quickly across the open area the Bad Blood roughly pulled the concealing plants away from Cass. She laid there, pretending to be unconscious still. She had done her best to hide her weapon between her arm and side, silently praying it wouldn’t be found. She tried to breathe calmly, not wanting to give away that she was in fact, awake.

Al’brk’vix picked Cass up by her neck and pulled her out into the open. Cass tried to remain as limp as possible while still hiding her knife. The Bad Blood didn’t pay much attention to the ooman he thought still helpless as he turned towards the clearing.

“Come out Arbitrator. Come save your pet,” Al’brk’vix taunted. As he peered around the area he extended his wrist blades and drew them across Cass chest. Red blood seeped out of the new wound and Cass couldn’t help but tense, sucking in a shallow breathe.

At that moment Vek’rin’ka appeared on the branch that Al’brk’vix had vacated. He stood at his full height and held the trunk with one hand. In the other was his ki’its-pa, ready to spill thwei. Cass met Vek’rin’ka’s gaze, eye to eye piece. Again, no words needed to be spoken between them as Vek’rin’ka waited for what Cass was going to do.

Holding the knife in hand with the blade pointed backwards towards Al’brk’vix, Cass rammed her hand back into the muscle behind her. There was enough resistance against the human weapon that she jerked back again just before Al’brk’vix let go of her neck in surprise. As she fell to the ground she twisted around without letting go of her weapon and tried to pull upwards on it to eviscerate him before the Bad Blood backhanded her. The strike that could have easily taken off her head just missed her as she landed on her two feet.

Al’brk’vix screeched his outrage at the impudent ooman that dared lash out at him. He raised his ki’cti-pa and just missed the ooman again as she fell bodily to the ground, her injured leg incapable of supporting her weight.

Not thinking about the Arbitrator he had been taunting Al’brk’vix raised his hand again to finish the writhing ooman on the ground before him. His strike is interrupted as Vek’rin’ka tackled him to the ground. The Arbitrator’s shoulder connected with Al’brk’vix’s abused abdomen and both yautja went to the ground wrestling for the upper position.

The two foes rolled away from Cass as she tried to crawl away from the battle. The two fighting aliens parted when Vek’rin’ka got his feet under Al’brk’vix’s stomach and propelled him away. Instantly Vek’rin’ka was on his feet and staring at Al’brk’vix who had his plasmacaster locked on Vek’rin’ka. As he dove away, trying to lead Al’brk’vix away from Cass he heard the bleat of the firearm signalling that it cannot fire.

Whether the negative response was because of the fall or because it was out of fires already, Vek’rin’ka didn’t waste anytime. He has not let go of his staff and instantly turned to face the Bad Blood. The two warriors square off face to face as they wait for the other to make the first move. Both are bleeding from shallow cuts that they received when Vek’rin’ka took down Al’brk’vix.

“M-di H’chak, Bad Blood. You have lost your honor, your name and your lineage,” Vek’rin’ka snarled at Al’brk’vix.

Al’brk’vix tensed and readied himself for this deciding battle. There would be only one to walk away now and he summoned every ounce of strength he had to roar at Vek’rin’ka. “Nan-deThan-guan!”

Al’brk’vix lunged at Vek’rin’ka, slashing with his wrist blades and scoring two parallel cuts below the shoulder guard. Instantly, Vek’rin’ka brought his spear around and hit Al’brk’vix over the head with its shaft. The hit stunned Al’brk’vix who stumbled for a step before retrieving the naginata from his back. He smirked under his mask as Vek’rin’ka roared at the sight of his father’s stolen weapon.

Vek’rin’ka attempted to slash Al’brk’vix’s stomach open wider with the tip of his weapon. The strike is blocked as Al’brk’vix used the ornate weapon he had stolen from Esh’ta to lock with Vek’rin’ka’s own weapon. Drawn in close, Vek’rin’ka slashed at Al’brk’vix’s throat with his wrist blades.

With one hand off the staff, Al’brk’vix was able to push Vek’rin’ka’s weapon away and bring the naginata up to defend his throat. Before Vek’rin’ka can replace his grip on his staff, Al’brk’vix dropped to one knee. Using both hands on the shaft of the polearm he attempted to trust the tip upwards into Vek’rin’ka’s chest.

The only thing Al’brk’vix was given to show for his effort was a scratch up the side of Vek’rin’ka’s mask as the body he was aiming for shifted out of the weapon’s path.

It is then that Al’brk’vix realized his fatal mistake. He is kneeling on the ground with both his arms over extended. Before him is an accomplished Arbitrator. He doesn’t have time to think beyond that as he felt the solid smack of Vek’rin’ka’s ki’its-pa hit his forward leg.

Instead of following through with the strike to knock the Bad Blood off balance by knocking out his supporting leg, Vek’rin’ka pulled his staff back towards himself. The backwards pointing barbs on the tip dig deep into the meaty flesh of the calf and Bad Blood drops his weapon to balance himself with his hands.

Viciously, Vek’rin’ka ripped the barbs out of the vulnerable warriors leg and punched the side of his head. Al’brk’vix fell over, weaponless and off balance he could do little more than grunt as he fell onto his side. He tried to push himself back up, shaking his head as he got up onto all fours. Black spots burst in his sight and he couldn’t tell if it was his own vision or if the hit caused his mask to malfunction.

He barely registered the Law Keeper stepping up beside him but he heard the admonishment, “Payas leitjin-de. Hma’mi-de.” Something his instructors and father had told him time and time again. Remember God’s practice. It was too late for that.

A brutal kick to his chest sent Al’brk’vix flipping over to land on his back. He knew that Vek’rin’ka would not strike him in the back. In his last minutes he was beginning to understand how far he had deviated from the Path. It was then that he felt the spear tip pierced his chest and pierced his heart.

Vek’rin’ka heard the Bad Blood gurgle something unintelligible as the blood filled his lungs and throat. Whatever he had said did not matter though. He was dead and his name would be erased. He did not matter now, and had proven he never mattered.

Vek’rin’ka pulled the staff from the dead yautja’s chest and shook the blood off. After a final scan he was sure that the Bad Blood was dead and he could attend to other important matters. He flipped the computer on his wrist open and hit the homing signal, allowing his appropriated ship to fly out to pick him up.

Then he turned to check on Cass.