Predator: SVU

Title: Predator: SVU

Author: Prairiefire

Chapter: Six: The Invisible Man

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: 2739

The large hangar-like building was imposing. The concrete walls rose three stories high and remained windowless except for small panes near the top that allowed for air circulation. The bay door was a corroded steel. Hinged on each side and split down the center, each door would easily admit a semi trailer. Inset into the left one was a walk through door that held more promise of being broken down.

Cass continued to pound with her fist on the metal door. The cries continued from inside and it forced her into a frenzy. She redoubled her efforts to move the door. All her efforts proved futile as the metal remained solidly in place. Before her backup could arrive Cass took off intending to circle the building looking for another way in.

Vek’rin’ka had moved over to the open hatchway. Scanning the interior of the building, he found it to predominantly empty. The interior was dark, save for a small lit office and a section of overhead lighting. Darkness consumed the rest and shadows wrapped themselves around the neglected and unused shelving. There were two heat signatures inside that belonged to oomans. One was an adult male that was hovering over the second signature. The other was a small female child. She was the source of the sound that he had heard. The reason was clear. She was shackled to a post and the male’s posture was definitely threatening.

Anger surged through Vek’rin’ka as he watched as the male approached the child. The movements were malicious, made to incite fear in the youngling. He made a decision then. There was no way he would allow the ooman to harm the child any more. He prepared to jump into the building when the male startled. There was banging on the large doors at the front of the building. Without hesitating Vek’rin’ka jumped down to the floor and stalked up behind the man. A low menacing growl escaped him despite his effort to control himself.

Burns paused before he hit the girl again. He could hear the cops banging on the door. It was only a matter of time before they broke through that door, or found the one on the side unlocked. Overshadowed by the pounding on the door was a low rumble. It sounded like an angry dog was in the warehouse with them. Fearing that he would be caught by that annoying detective he fled out the side door. Being caught by the cops was not in the plans tonight, and he would not be humiliated by being caught by a FEMALE one.

Vek’rin’ka had wanted to kill the male right there. His muscles twitched as if urging him to engage and part of his mind roared at him to finish the pathetic ooman Bad Blood. The calmer, rational part impressed upon him it was not his hunt. It was not his kill. To do so would make him no better than that which he killed. His rationale won the battle for control. He let the coward run before turning to the small being left behind. He could not kill the Bad Blood, but he could get the youngling out of here and to safety.

Vek’rin’ka walked up to the little girl still curled up on the floor. Kristen looked up at the watery figure before her and shrank back as far as the chain would allow her. Vek’rin’ka saw her fear of him and stepped back. He turned off his shift suit and allowed her to see him. The banging continued on the door behind him and he knew that he would have to be quick. He held out his hands as he approached the frightened girl. She held still as he crouched down before her. Knowing his size was imposing to such a tiny creature he held still as he watched her examine him. Her eyes coursed over his face and down his body then back to his face. Her breathing was fast-paced but calming down as she continued to stare at him.

Vek’rin’ka moved his hand to reach for the handcuffs encircling Kristen’s tiny wrists. She whimpered and pulled back but the chain was taunt and would not give her any more room. Halting his advance to allow her time to adjust to his nearness, Vek’rin’ka watched as Kristen’s heart raced anew.

Vek’rin’ka reached up with his other hand to pat Kristen’s head as he purred, “M-di’h’dlak, little one, m-di’h’dlak.”

Slowly Vek’rin’ka slid himself closer to the bound child. He had seen Bad Bloods do many dishonorable things, but never had he seen them treat a youngling in such a way. His hand remained on her head as he brought her hands out in front of her.

He moved to kneel beside her and as he did so he moved his hand from the top of her head down to her chin.

Moving Kristen’s head to look at him again, Vek’rin’ka repeated his purr, “M-di’h’dlak.” Vek’rin’ka took his hand away from Kristen’s face and placed it gently on her back. He pulled his other hand away from Kristen’s and clenched his fist. Looking at the girl once more he extended his ki’cti-pa.

As Vek’rin’ka expected, the youngling tried to flee. His hand, however, did its job and prevented her from backing away again. He moved around behind her as he removed his hand. The child had pulled her hands to her chest and had curled her legs up on front of them. He would need to hold her hands steady while he cut her bonds. With the child securely restrained against him, Vek’rin’ka reached around her for her bound hands. Gently he took them and stretched them out.

Kristen resisted, knowing only that those knives looked very sharp. She could not back up anymore, and the hand held her own hands firmly. A slight whimper escaped her as she braced herself against the huge abdomen. She could not escape the blades on her savior’s wrist as they moved towards her. Cringing as far away from them as she could get she watched wide eyed as the two parallel blades were positioned carefully between her wrists.

With the sharp bladed side facing away from himself and the child, Vek’rin’ka pushed them away while pulling the child’s arms back towards them. Easily the blades passed through the metal and the chain fell away. The child remained still. Shocked that her hands were finally free she stared at the cuffs that no longer restricted her movement and merely formed silver bracelets around her wrists.

After a long moment Kristen turned her head to look at the face above her. Vek’rin’ka sheathed his blades and regarded her. Kristen was the first to move as she turned to stand and face Vek’rin’ka. Standing her full height she still did not reach Vek’rin’ka’s lower mandibles as he knelt before her. He was reaching for her face again when she threw herself into his chest and wrapped her arms around as much of him as she could.

“Can I go home now?” a small sobbing voice asked.

Vek’rin’ka looked down at the youngling clinging to his chest. To say he was confused would be accurate. First she tries to flee in fear, now she won’t let go. ‘Oomans,’ Vek’rin’ka huffed mentally. Gently, tenderly he wrapped an arm around Kristen to support her as he stood up and walked over to a ladder that lead to the roof hatch he had entered through.

The banging on the door had continued while Vek’rin’ka had freed Kristen of her tether. Once they were on the roof the banging stopped as shouts were heard farther up the service way. Vek’rin’ka could hear the sound of running footsteps approaching the side of the building. Holding Kristen tighter he jumped down the three stories to land in the alley that the male had fled through what was only seconds ago.

The alley way between the two storage buildings was wide, sufficient to permit most cargo vehicles maneuvering room. Shadows played off the light given by the moon and small solar lamps over the doorways of the row of buildings. Despite the light the alley remained desolate and ominous. Litter was strewn over the ground and various shipping supplies were leaned or stacked haphazardly against the buildings.

Vek’rin’ka set the girl down as the footsteps drew closer. He reengaged his cloak as Cass rounded the corner, nearly toppling Kristen. Vek’rin’ka froze behind the girl. With his cloak running and in the dark shadows of the alley, the female might not be able to see him.

Cass skidded to a halt when she saw Kristen. The girl stood there looking at her calmly. Her eyes were still puffy and red from crying, but standing there in the dark she didn’t show any fear. Hovering around her like an aura was something that made the space behind it look as if you were peering through a glass of water.

Quickly recovering Cass looked down the alley past the girl. She spotted a figure running away through the shadows before it ducked around a corner. The instant that Cass’s attention was shifted Vek’rin’ka moved away from the two humans and silently climbed up a pile of pallets.

Vek’rin’ka watched as Cass put her weapon away and pulled off one of her garments and wrapped it around the child. He was glad that his assumption was correct. The female would not abandon the child to give chase, even if that child was not her own. He didn’t know, however, if the males would have done the same thing, but he doubted it. It was only moments later that the large male from the previous night came around the corner to join the female. He paused briefly and spoke to her.

“Cass, which way did he go,” Gerold huffed.

Cass pointed down the alley the way she had seen Burns take, “Down there, four buildings down, then he turned right.”

“Stay here with her,” Gerold gestured to Kristen. He turned down the alley way and pulled out his gun and began running down the alley. Pulling out his radio Gerold called, “We need a secure perimeter, suspect Gregory Burns seen fleeing officers. I am in the alley to the west of Building 4A. Pursuing on foot, north through that alley. Requesting backup.”

The reply came as Gerold moved too far away from Cass for her to hear it. She watched her partner sprint down the alley briefly before turning back to the girl.

“You’re name’s Kristen, right hon,” Cass asked softly.

Kristen just nodded her head. She was trembling in what Cass assumed was shock. Cass looked her over for injures and noticed the rings of the cuffs still around her small wrists. The connecting chain was severed cleanly leaving only the bracelets. Cass reached out and took the girls hands to examine them.

Gently probing Cass asked her, “Who help you out in there?”

For the first time Kristen met Cass’s eyes and said quietly, “The invisdible man. He chased the monster away.”

Suddenly, two loud shots were heard from the alley Gerold had disappeared down. The twin claps startled both Cass and Kristen who jumped into her arms. Almost immediately three others were heard, distinctly from the Glock 9mm that was standard issue to police. Cass heard a large engine rev and tires squealed as the unseen vehicle peeled out.

Instantly Cass grabbed Kristen and hauled her behind the relative safety of the stack of pallets. Holding tightly with one hand to Kristen, Cass pulled out her own radio and called for more backup.

“10-33. Officer requires assistance. I repeat 10-33. Officer requires assistance,” Cass yelled into the radio even as more cops entered the alley. With guns drawn they looked to Cass for direction. Gulping in air she pointed down the alley to the cross path that Burns and Gerold had turned down.

“Down there, right,” she ordered. Pointing to young cop that arrived with the group she called him over. “Take care of her, get her to the paramedics.” The cop looked shaken, probably a rookie. If the situation was as dire as she hoped it wasn’t she didn’t want a jittery cop around. Cass handed off Kristen to the cop and took off down the alley after her partner easily out distancing the uniformed cops that were to be her backup.

Vek’rin’ka heard the shots and spun to look for the threat. The sound came from another passageway that the Bad Blood and the large ooman male disappeared down. Vek’rin’ka looked back down at the two females huddled behind the pile of debris that he was perched on. The adult was shouting into a communications device. What startled him was the little girl. She was looking right at him. Even when she was handed to another law enforcer she continued to watch him. Vek’rin’ka checked his cloak. The system check confirmed it was on and functioning properly. Slightly ruffled Vek’rin’ka moved quickly to the roof of the building he was beside.

Turning away from the girl, Vek’rin’ka searched for the female. He spotted her down the pathway. ‘Cjit, this ooman is fast,’ he thought to himself taking off after her. Sparing a glance over his shoulder he saw the child still looking at him.

“You’re safe now little one,” he purred quietly as he moved away. He caught up with Cass as she came to the intersection where she would have to turn right. He watched her slow and creep up to the corner letting the other oomans catch up before going around the corner.

Cass slowed as she came to the corner of the intersecting alleys. Carefully, with her weapon held out in front of her, she rounded the corner and checked for any possible threats. Seeing no one she surveyed the scene again. Laying in the middle of the passage was a person. With the other police officers at her back she quickly approached the form.

When she finally reached the man she felt undeniable grief. With an ever widening pool of dark crimson around him, Gerold lay. A large, gaping hole had been punched through one arm. Blood poured from the ugly exit wound. Another bullet wound allowed blood to darken the formerly pristine white shirt along his collarbone. Another inch or two and the entry point would have been in his neck.

Dropping down beside Gerold, Cass reached to feel for a pulse. Another officer raced up to them and called for another ambulance. Cass tried to stop the bleeding with her hands. Thick, red gore covered them in seconds as Gerold’s heart pumped more out of the torn artery with every beat.

Gerold slowly uncurled his fingers from his own gun. Catching Cass’s hand with his he spoke to her.

“B7Y…,” Gerold managed to say before his strength died and he closed his eyes.

Cass tried to understand what Gerold had been saying until she was shoved out of the way by the arriving paramedics. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t figure out what Gerold had been trying to say to her. She stayed with the paramedics as they worked on Gerold in the dark alley. When they loaded him into the waiting ambulance she climbed in with them.

Vek’rin’ka watched the scene below from his vantage point. The male had been shot with an ooman weapon. One of the projectiles still burned brightly within his body as thwei escaped it quickly. His u’sl-kwe would soon come.

Another figure stood on a roof top across from Vek’rin’ka. Invisible to everything, Al’brk’vix was just returning to his ship after his hunt. He had had a clear view of the shooting and found it entertaining, especially when the ooman Arbitrator was shot.

The flimsy armor it wore across its chest did nothing to protect it. Another ooman Arbitrator approached the injured one and as it came into clear view so did his rival, Vek’rin’ka. He stood there watching his precious female. The one that distracted him so from his hunt.

It would be easy right now to shoot Vek’rin’ka and be done with it. Unfortunately the current area was not conducive to that. It was crawling with oomans, most of them armed. Al’brk’vix decided it would be too difficult to get away without being noticed once Vek’rin’ka was dead. For now, he decided, he would watch and wait.