Soul of a Warrior

Zirconia: As for this chapter… I kinda didn’t know what to write for it so it sounds kinda weird.
I just wrote this when I was bored…once again…..boredom is murder…and now I’m rambling again…wo0t!

If you see anything I need to fix, just tell me but don’t be mean about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Predator and I make no money from it, this is just a fanfiction that was just for fun.
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Andrea had turned her radio on and, was listening to some music while working in the garden, when she hears something interrupt the song...

"The National Weather Service in Blacksburg Virginia has issued: A tornado warning for Northern and Central North Carolina. At 11:00a.m. the National Weather Service Doppler Radar indicated a severe thunderstorm capable of producing a tornado south of Bethany, moving north east at 25mph. Heavy rainfall may obscure this tornado. Take cover now. If you hear it coming, it may be to late. The safest place during a tornado is in a basement. If a basement is not available, take cover on the lowest floor in the central part of your house. Always stay away from windows. If you are in a mobile home or a vehicle find another shelter. If possible, lay flat in a low ditch or a low area and cover your head. Please report weather changes to authorities at the local stations. A tornado watch remains in effect until 9:00p.m. in Central and Northern North Carolina and southern Virginia. Repeating…"

As the radio repeated itself she started to become very anxious, it would hit soon, but until then she had to do something to keep her mind off of it and pray that it doesn't kill her horse who was in the barn, eating.
In her garden, she plopped down on one of the big rocks that decorated the middle of the flowered area. She always came here to think.
Her cat jumped up in her lap, as usual, and meowed up at her.
“Yeah, I know. Animals can sense changes in the weather and stuff. It will be ok. We have a basement, you know that.”
A familiar purr filled the air around her but she ignored it, thinking about her parents once more. The sky above her turned cloudy. Rain was on the way and she feared the tornado and the damage it may cause, she'd have to hurry up when the alarms went off at the fire department on the other side of the woods near the cafe, "Damn it! I hate storms, especially tornadoes!" She was cursing under her breath as she felt the drops of rain falling, "This is just my luck! Chances are I'll have a destroyed garden and a wrecked house! So much work for nothing!" Andrea continue to do her work while cursing, not sensing a familiar presence which was Ven-Ahn.
He was watching her from the trees, blending in so nothing could see him. His eyes stayed on the girl in the garden as he switched his vision so he could see her better. He was able to see as if he had 'Ooman' eyes but he hated to use it. But at the moment, he was looking at how this Ooman truly looked and in his opinion… she was absolutely gorgeous; something about this female made him feel at ease when watching her.
Though, he always sensed sadness within her and he was overly curious as to what the cause of this sadness was.
A familiar purr filled the air once again and Andrea looked up with Salem in her arms, knowing who it was, 'Ven-Ahn?'
Her eyes searched the area as she turned around trying to find the creature from before. She didn't see him until she turned back around, he dropped down right in front of her. Although it was only a good 8 feet away, it still startled her, "'Drea." He remembered her name.

"Are you here to kill me?" She couldn't help but ask.
Something about this question made a sadness rise in Ven-Ahn's chest. Why would he kill such a beautiful and gentle creature, especially one that helped him? If it was anyone else then he wouldn't give it a second thought before running them through with his blades. He shook his head no and took a step towards her.

"You're not afraid of me?"

"No, why would I be?"

"Most oomans are."

She wasn't afraid, he could tell that. When he stepped closer to her she held out her hand to him, trying to give him a flower she had been holding.
Ven-Ahn took the flower but wasn't sure what to do with it so placed it behind Andrea's ear. "Only beautiful creatures deserve beautiful things." She gave a gentle smiled and sat back down on one of the big rocks, inviting him to sit on the other one beside her, which he did, "I want to thank you for saving me from those two jerks yesterday." He nodded as if saying, 'Don't mention it.'

The moment was ruined when a chicken landed on Ven-Ahn's head, looking around. Andrea couldn't help but giggle at the site, "Ahahahahahah! The chickens ain't scared of you!" Ven-Ahn, on the other hand was slightly confused as to, why this creature felt the need to jump onto his head… what a weird thing.

Once it was off, and Salem was chasing it away he looked back at the female in front of him and smiled behind the mask even if the expression went unseen by her. She was different. She wasn't like the other oomans. He had killed plenty of other ooman women. Most of the time he didn't even have to think about it. He was a ruthless hunter. Out of his three older brothers, he was the scariest. None of the other Yautja even dared to make jokes at him. This ooman female… why did he feel different when around her?
Andrea held a hand up and stroked the chin of his mask with a finger tip, "What are you hiding under there, hm?"
Ven-Ahn's response was turning to the side, looking down as if he was upset about something, if he was to remove the mask he would frighten the girl, by the appearance of his face, but there was another thing… he felt vulnerable when removing the mask.
"I'm sorry…" She decided to change the subject, "Are you hungry or anything?"
He shook his head no then stood up.
"Well, I'm always here if you decide to stop by for a random visit again."
She thought he was leaving but he just shifted in front of her and held the second knuckle on his first finger against her forehead. "Sadness…"

"What..?"

He had to ask, "Sadness…is all around you. Why is that?"

She looked down with a sad sigh, "I…I'm alone." The Yautja cocked his head to the side as a sign of confusion, "I've always been a loner, never had any friends. My father died when I was just a baby then my mother died when I was seventeen. At my job, the one we call Mama… she was best friends with my parents so she's all I have left. She's getting old, though. I might lose her soon."

"Your creators, how did they pass?" Ven-Ahn asked, turning his head for a moment before she answered as the thunder in the distance caught his attention.

"My father was killed in a hunting accident. I only have one memory of him…" She trailed off, hugging herself, while crying, "When I was but a baby… I remember laying against his chest in a protective embrace… that's the only memory I have, even if I never saw his face or what he looked like. M-my mother died in a motor vehicle accident. By that time I was able to take care of myself but…" She trailed off. Why was she telling him all this?
"Your father…a hunter? Not like those two from yesterday, I hope." She calmed him, putting her hands in front of her, "No, no… he was a good person. Mother said he was always telling us how much we meant to him and how much he loved us."

"The scar on your cheek?"

'He asks a lot of questions.' She thought, “Some alien looking thing that was black, looked funky, had a head inside of it’s mouth. I managed to kill the little fucker, though. He threatened Salem and nobody fucks with my cat.”
Another thunder clap rumbled through the dark sky, sounding closer.
He saw the fear in her eyes but wasn't quite sure what to say about it, "GOD… I hate storms…" She said again, and put her hands on her head, "The sky, it has a green tint to it. Not a good sign!"

"What do you mean?"

"Most of the time before a twister forms, the sky gets a green tint to it."

'She is scared,' He thought then asked, "A twister, 'Drea?"

She sighs, "I hate storms. It's just that… it isn't just a bad storm coming… our authorities launched a tornado warning earlier. Twister is another word for tornado. Us rednecks use the term a lot. Seeing the sky, the way it is now, it's bound to be a big one. I have to get the animals that are in the barn out! It's only my horse and the chickens that wander in there but still…"
As if on cue, the siren at the fire department went off, the one toned siren they used for tornado warnings.

Ven-Ahn knew what a tornado was, but couldn't do anything to avoid it. "I have to go… to put my ship on safety against the wrath of the sky." He nodded at her before leaving.
She sighed watching him leave the place, "Be careful Ven-Ahn… I fear for your safety!" With this last thought she went inside, preparing for the worst.
However Ven-Ahn went to his ship, moving it to a safe place, but didn't forget to cloak the vessel, sighing, "I hope that Ooman is safe! Am…am I really starting to fall for her?" A beep is listened, and he cursed, "C'Jit… what is it now?" He went to the com room, and turned the screen on, and recognized the Yautja on the other side as Alast'air, his father, "Sir… I am surprised!"

The other Yautja look a his son;" My son, how is your hunt going?"
He gazed at his father, "Sir, it's going well!" His father was pleased in hearing the news, but listened," I found some… problems, on the Ooman planet."
The other is surprised, "Problems? How, my son?"
Ven-Ahn tells everything about the hunters and the tornado, but says other thing, "No signs of any kainde amedha and I may have found my future…mate." but Alast'air, is surprised, " You have found a mate between the Oomans, Ven-Ahn? Do you know if she comes with you, problems will arise?"
Ven-Ahn knew that, but he had an idea, and his father couldn't do anything against his decision but still advised him, "Don't forget my son, she is a prey species and I can not protect her from the others unless you can mark her as a young blood."
"She has already killed one."
"Kainde amedha?"
He nodded, "T'is a scar on her face from the incident."
"Then she is worthy. She would still have to prove herself to the others."
He lowers his head, "Thank you, Father, for your… advice, but I'll tell you this: I know Ooman females in other clans and the ones in ours… they are good mates and warriors."
Then the old Yautja said with some concern, "I know, son… but while you are there… honor our clan." He signed off.
Sighing Ven-Ahn said, "I will, Father… I assure you, I will bring those hunter's heads as trophies." He killed them earlier and brought them to his ship but hadn't taken their skulls, yet.

After entering her home, she ran to the other end of the house and, grabbing a light jacket, exited through the other door to let the horses lose from the barn. She saw her cat run up on her way there,
“Salem! Into the house! Now! Basement door is open!” The cat seemed to understand her as he ran into the house and into the opened basement door.
The wind was horrible! When she made it to the barn she managed to get the horse out by trying to hold one of the doors open that the wind was blowing closed. After she was positive the area was clear, she tried to run back but turned to see the tornado forming almost over top of her.
"Son of a-" She began to run as fast as she could with the wind pulling her backwards but knew she was not going to make it. Something hit her from behind, knocking her to the ground. The barn door she had just been holding had been ripped apart and one of the pieces whacked her on her back.
She started praying when she couldn't get back up from the pain in her back and the force of the wind.
After that, everything happened so fast. She didn't remember being picked up or anything but found herself on some rocks in the shallower part of the pond that formed into a stream when she came to.
It wasn't until she tried to move when she screamed out in pain. Sometime before or after she fell, a beam had fallen across her lower stomach, covering her pelvic area and her upper legs, and a tree with broken branches had stabbed through her right shoulder, going through her body and pinning her into the mud and rocks beneath her. Of course nothing was broken, she knew for a fact, but it would be sore to even walk for awhile if she made it out. Nothing vital had been stabbed by the broken braches but it still hurt to the high heavens!
‘Why me, huh? Why do I have shitty luck?’
She had no idea if anyone would find her down here in the middle of the woods. She could feel the blood coming out of her body and could see it in the water that gently flowed over her chest and neck, "Oh God, I don't want die, now! Not yet! I want to see him one more time at least-" The pain was to much for her.
Eventually, her eyes shut and she passed out from the pain.
When she, once again, came to, she barely moved before she screamed in pure agony, "ARG!" She had no idea how many hours had passed but the sun was almost ready to begin going down. She still had a while until the dark of the night came.
Hardly able to breath, she began to cry. Her tear filled eyes looking up at the sky as she faded into darkness again.
"Victor, she's beautiful!"
"Of course she is, she takes after you."
"But she has your eyes, your beautiful golden brown eyes."
"I'm glad she looks more like you, my love."
"Shall we sing her a lullaby?"
"Which one?"
"One that you know."
"Mine aren't always happy."
"The one you sang to me before, little Andrea loves that one. Besides, she will be a hunter just as her father."
“You should do it.”
"I wish for this night-time to last for a darkness around me Shores of a solar sea! Oh how I wish to go down with the sun…Sleeping…Weeping…With you."
"Sorrow has a human heart, From my God it will depart. I'd sail before a thousand moons. Never finding where to go. Two hundred twenty-two days of light, Will be desired by a night, A moment for the poet's play, Until there's nothing left to say…"
Andrea opened her eyes wide, the voices of her parents still in her mind. That song, it was the one she used to sing with her mother. Her mother had told her it was a song from her father's side of the family.
Her father, Victor. She only knew his voice and his embrace.
"Mommy?" Andrea was laying her head on her mother's shoulder, "When will you tell me more about Daddy?"
"When you're old enough, my darling. When you reach the age of twenty one since that is when you become an official adult."
"I wish he was still here, then he could take me hunting with him, teach me how."
Her mother laughed, "Honey, we're rednecks! Ain't nobody got to teach us how to hunt!"
A faint smile touched Andrea's lips for just a second upon remembering her mother's comment. She was still in pain, quietly quoting a line from a movie, "Pain is good, pain is your friend. If you still feel pain… you know you're alive." At least, she thought that's how it went.
She came to the point where she had to moan in order to breathe, "God, please help me…I feel like I'm in an episode of Rescue 911 or I shouldn't Be Alive! Only in those two tv shows the people make it!"

Ven-Ahn felt something… a pang in his heart, "Drea! I feel something… perhaps, she is in great danger…" He left the ship to go to find the human girl, "Great Paya! I hope she is ok… please let me find where she is!" He started searching for her, nearby the farm… then he saw the horse and the chickens loose, hiding from the storm, "Drea's animals… they must have ran away from the danger."
He saw the familiar form of the tornado… it was huge… probably an F4 on the Fajita Scale, the destruction was massive, the houses, trees and other buildings were destroyed, like a castle of cards, and the debris was spread for several miles. Some houses had been jumped, the tornado left those as they were with very little damage. "I never thought… I'd be seeing so much destruction all at once on this planet…" He noticed a small flood in areas, but the water was so dirty from the debris, pieces of bridges and trees, "Please no 'Drea… Cetanu…I hope she isn't in your place!" He kept walking until he found the rest of her barn… her house was intact, but no sign of Andrea. He looked all around the house and on the inside, "Where is she?"
A little black furry critter came out of the house, sniffing the ground.
‘That’s ‘Drea’s ball of fluff that moves…maybe it knows where she is!’
The cat saw him and ran to him, rubbing against his legs before meowing and starring in one direction with his tail twitching before he took off running.
He started following the cat in the direction of the stream, the one he had been near when she first helped him.
He was slightly confused when the cat stopped to swat at a random bug that just happened to be flying by before continuing on his way.
Once closer to the small stream, he saw the water in the pond and in the small stream that lead to it. It was full of debris…then he noticed a body, a woman's body, and it appeared dead. She had so much debris on top of her, and had a shoulder impaled with a branch, pinning her to the floor of the stream, "I'm too late… she's..!” The Yautja started to remove the trees off of her when he heard a moan and started to work faster,
"V-Ven-Ahn?"
He tried to remove the branches without hurting her, but sadly it didn't work. He cut the branches with his wrist gauntlets, then removed the rest by hand, flinching behind his mask upon hearing her scream when he lifted the beam off of her.
Carefully he picked her up bridal style, then made his way fast to the direction of her house.. Though it was damaged with broken windows and such, it was still livable. He gently placed her on the bed, having to remove the branch which is still impaled in her shoulder. But Andrea didn't notice, she was unconscious. Sometime during his bringing her home she passed out.
He took out his med-kit, then removed from the box a powder, and removed some plaster from its wall.
All the while, Salem was sniffing him and the stuff he was messing with.
The other liquid had started to smoke, eventually forming into a blue gel. Ven-Ahn took the gel and with a spatula-like tool starts to paste it over her wounds after removing her shirt. When he finish he removed the rest of her cloths and cover her with the blankets. He spoke in his own language while monitoring her state, "I'm glad I have found you. You are alive and I am happy for that!" He caressed her delicate face and hair which caused her to stir in her sleep but he knew that everything would be ok… for now.
Pain in her upper thighs up to her waist woke her up. She was quiet about it, trying to concentrate on making the pain go away.
She calmed her breathing before she looked to the side to see Ven-Ahn. The sleeping Yautja was sitting beside the bed, leaning on the side with his head in his hand. She could tell he was asleep. She couldn't help but reach out a hand and trace her fingers over his dreads, admiring the details on the fancy clasps.
She wanted him to take the mask off, it had to be uncomfortable trying to sleep with it on.
His hand other hand was clinging to the side of the bed. Without thinking she clutched it with hers, pulled his arm up, and switched his hand into her other one. She held it to where only their fingers were intertwined and ended up with his palm laying on her chest over her heart.
She fell back to sleep soon after.