A Predator Halloween

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator or StarGate SG1.




Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



See Full Disclosure in chapter 1 of this story.



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A Predator Halloween



Chapter 2



He wished he could explain to his people what this ooman meant to him. She wasn’t a warrior like they were. But she was different. He’d watched her training as a youngster, the equivalent to an unblooded hunter.


She was in charge of a number of small female children. She taught them of the trees, how to clean the water from fresh sources, just in case of bacteria, she also taught them how to make a fire to stay warm at night, and even stayed awake at night to watch over them. She seemed ideally suited to her den mother training, maybe these oomans were like his kind after all.


He was in the trees hunting small animals, when he heard laughter. He looked up to see the group of four children, and the female, walking a well laid path. She was telling them something, exaggerating some of the movements to engage the children. Some of the children laughed loudly, while others giggled. The e4nd of the path was in sight, when four males came the other way. They were older than the female, but she didn’t seem too unnerved by them.


She gathered her charges in a line in front of her, and greeted the males politely as they passed. The males nodded back, but stopped in their place as the female continued on. They were near the edge of the trees. The area was safe from larger prey, many oomans came here and the prey had long left the area. One of the children started to run, the female called out something to the rest. The males began to advance on the female. The children cheered and ran ahead of the female, and she turned in time, only to have the larger of the four males strike her and knock her out.


He didn’t like this, not one bit. The males chuckled to themselves as they carried her away. He would find her, but he’d first make sure her charges were safe. Quickly he made his way to the tree line, and watched as the children ran back to their main group. One of the elders asked something of one of the children. The child pointed back to the woods, and the elder nodded. She didn’t seem too alarmed, and took the girl to the group, conversing with the rest as though nothing had happened. The children were safe, that was the main thing. Now he would hunt.


It was nearly dark when he found the four males. They were hiding in a deep wooden thicket in the trees. The female they stole was tied by her hands and feet to trees on either side of the thicket, forced to stand, with her limbs outstretched. It was obvious what they had done to her, she was bleeding. But the males weren’t finished yet.


One lit a smoking stick, and blew smoke in her face, she coughed, blood dripping from her lips. The male pressed the smouldering end to her skin, burning it. She cried out, but this far into the woods, no one heard her. Another said something to him, and handed around the knives. They ran their blades across her skin, deep into her flesh. Then one of them, took a weapon, and hand gun, and pointed it at her head, he laughed as he moved the barrel lower. Her eyes went wide as she realized just where he was going to shoot her.


He had to stop this. He had to do something. He pulled out his spear, squeezing it to full length. The throw was going to be tight. The male with the gun began to put pressure on the trigger. The hunter took aim, and threw the spear. It had grazed the top of her head, and knocked her out, but it skewered the male perfectly in the head, and he dropped. One by one he dispatched the other males, taking their heads with him. He wouldn’t make them trophies. No, they didn’t deserve that honour. He would make it so no one ever found their skulls, ever.


He turned his attention to the female. She was cold. Not because of the night, but because of her wounds. He took out his blade and cut her bonds. But rather than she getting up and running away, she curled to the ground, unconscious. Her heart was beating slower, her blood was pooling in the pine needle bits on the ground. Gently he picked her up. If she was going to die, then she would die in the arms of a friend. He clicked his mandibles softly, and stroked her hair back. That’s when he saw the wound on her head. The wound he caused. That’s when he had the idea. He could save her. Wounding her this way was an accident. The elders would have no choice but to accept his request to help her. At least he would show more responsibility for the wounded female than others would. Quickly he carried her into the trees. He didn’t have much time.


After the on board physician had cleaned and healed her wounds, he found she had taken his hunting mask under her hand, and was tracing the shape of his blooded warrior’s crest with her fingers. Her heart was beating steadily, but her vision was still off, from what the healer had said of her head wound. Though in time, it would clear up. He went to remove his mask, and felt her fingers on his for only a second. She whispered something, and he clicked at her softly, pressing her eyes closed. He felt her nod, and return to sleep. He took his marking tools that he used on his own skin from time to time, he sterilized the end, and set to work. A few minuets later, the outside elbow of her left arm, bore his mark. His elder growled at him, he turned a flared his mandibles at him, she belonged to him now. He would see fit what to do with her.





It had been several days that she was resting, the medicines she was given were indeed too strong for oomans. He knew he couldn’t keep her. Even his own, kind at equivalent development, still needed their elders for guidance. He had to return her.


He covered her in a gold sheet from his own bed, gently carrying her through the ship, and off inot the trees. He’d wait till high sun, when its warmest. It was raining the last few days & he refused to allow her to catch a chill. He laid her on the ground, near the path where she’d been taken from. There were people moving through the trees, obviously looking for her.


Seems not too hard, three searchers walked by where he’d put her, and never saw her. He went to her, she was a sleep. He shook her shoulder till she woke, clicking softly as she began to rise, he helped balance her as she made her way out of the woods. He took the blanket off her, as the sun hit her. He purred at her as she continued to walk.


There were shouts from the people, as a number of them started running towards her. He lept to the trees as one of the yellow coated males rushed up with a blanket, catching her naked form as she fell to the gorund.


He knew she’d be safe. There were too many people around for anyone to hurt her. When he returned to his people, they left the planet for a long time. He’d gone on many hunts. Victoriously displaying his trophies. He’d mated wit a lovely female, and had a new son. He was to be as happy as any hunter should be, but he wasn’t. Late at night he’d find himself, watching the stars outside the ship, calculating in his mind how long it would take to return to the little blue planet. After a time, he’d fall asleep, his mind reeling with questions over the young female he’d left behind.


Then his elder announced he was taking a group of young bloods to the blue planet, not to hunt, but to observe the oomans. “Why no hunt?” he’d asked his elder, truly curious as to why.


“The oomans of the blue planet are protected now,” he said in his gruff voice. “You were on a hunt of your own at the time. I’m surprised you were not briefed on your return.”


“Who protects them? The Eeer’Chock clan?” He scoffed at the name. They were a small clan, barely seven generations on board the ship. They were no match for his clan.


“The Askard do, D’Gon. They now protect the oomans from all outside races, like us. The high council was in lengthy negotiations, just to allow us continued access, but only to observe. We cannot hunt them.”


“What of the oomans that prey upon each other? Do they protect them as well?”


The elder stopped, shaking his head, his near waist length dreadlocks swaying. “Is this about the female you found?” D’Gon said nothing, only issued a warning of a low growl from deep in his chest. “The oooman to ooman conflicts are still handled through their own laws. The Askard will not interfere. Only the non ooman conflicts are handled by the Askard.”


D’Gon thought for a moment.


“If you have plans for the female, you best close them now. It will not be long before the Askard inform the oomans of our presents, when they do, I have no doubt they will demand our extradition.”


“I will go with you elder. I will unmark the female, it would be best that she remain with her people.”


“You sound uncertain about that.”


“I do not trust them, but many ooman years have past. Things could be different. She is older, possibly more confident, maybe she even has a mate. I will have to see.” A few months later, they landed their ship in the trees where he’d first found the female. He moved towards the city to begin his search.


He was beginning to think she’d left the area. He’d spent many days and nights searching, but to no avail. He’d seen that the oomans had not progressed much since his last visit. They still argued amongst themselves, both verbally and physically. Though some of the physical fights were interesting to watch, to see if truly the larger of the oomans would win, but more often than others, weapons were introduced, and one combatant would be either wounded or dead, and the other running in cowardice. D’Gon shook his cloaked head as he moved on, he’d go street by street if he had to, he’d find her.


He was resting on the top of the ooman children’s play equipment. It was another nearing night fall, and he’d come to a small residential area. He’d searched earlier, only to fid many of the dwellings empty. He decided that he’d return again after dark, when the oomans had finished their senseless toils for the day. Then a young female ran from the streets and climbed to the top of the structure, where he’d been sitting on the rail. There she sat, mumbling to herself, as she rocked on her heels in her fear. He was about to leave when he noticed her clutching her left elbow. As he changed the visual setting on his mask, he couldn’t believe his luck, there clearly laid out on her skin, was his mark.


He wanted to hold her, but with her in such a frightened state, it would only make it worse. So he’d wait. After a while, she fell asleep. He eased her to the floor, and covered her with his bed cover he’d brought. He intended to leave it as a gift anyway. He wanted to leave her, but he couldn’t understand what had made her so afraid. He decided stay till she woke, then leave. He’d do that for her.


It was well after dark when she stirred, and sat up. She cursed herself, he recognized the ooman word ‘DAMN’. Perhaps for letting herself fall asleep in the open. Then she noticed the sheet, and started to look around.


He noticed then how she’d grown up. Her body was slender and firm, her breasts full. Unconsciously he’d clicked in approval, as the chill in the air caused her nipples to show through her shirt. She turned to the sound, smiling. She liked his clicking? He continued. She tried to talk to him, but he couldn’t understand her. She was upset, she’d turned her head to the floor. Did she think he was ashamed of her? He replaced the sheet over her shoulder, caressing her chilled flesh beneath. She turned to see him, but with his cloak on, she couldn’t. He returned to the corner away from her. He never should have touched her. He started searching his equipment to find the tool to remove her mark. She’d begun to move around, and he looked up, only to see her fall through the floor access.


It was barely a step for him, & his arm was around her mid section. She hardly weighed a thing to him, and he eased her back to her spot on the floor. She wasn’t afraid of him, he could tell. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. He moved back to the rail & leapt to the grass. He’d leave her be. He’ll just let her lead her life. She seemed to like the mark on her arm, so why not leave it. He then watched as she tried to find him on the structure. Then she climbed down to the ground, taking a moment to fold the sheet up, and put it over her arm, and left the way she’d come in.


‘Yes,” he thought. ‘She’ll be fine.’


“D’Gon?” The hunter looked to the trees, as one of the young bloods drooped down to him. “I want to inform you. That female of yours is in danger.”


D’Gon tensed. “What do you know?”


“There is another female, who resides in a dwelling not far from her. I’ve been watching that female. She associates with one of the guards of the Goa’uld. And there have also been a couple of oomans around her, infested with the little snakes.”


D’Gon shook his head. No wonder the female was so upset. She probably learned of the plot of the little creatures to take over more of her kind. His mark would protect her, though not from them killing her all together. He couldn’t leave her now. There was no way he could. “Return to the elder. Tell him what you just told me, and tell him I won’t be much longer. However my plans have changed. I’m brining the female. In the mean time, I’m going to stay close to her, find a way to take her away, without arising immediate suspicion.”


“As you say D’Gon. As you say.”