"Wait," the leader of Group A gestured a stop with his right hand. A moment passed once the sounds of footsteps were silenced. "Do you guys hear that?"

This question prompted some confused looks but it still made them look around their surroundings, focusing their hearing on the general direction they were looking at. Try as they might though, there was nothing could be seen or heard at the moment, just the constant noise of the wildlife. After a few more seconds of listening to the wildlife, Group A's leader ordered them to continue traversing the forest.

Unknown to them, a distortion of light trailed right above them, followed by its signature clicking sounds.

Bounding from tree to tree, 0007 tailed the the first group which was located closing in on the left flank of the castle, by no means were they too close for comfort, far from it, 0007 simply chose that this group that he's currently stalking will be the first one to die. With the inherent thermal vision that predators have and the addition of the bio-helmet, he's able to detect see past the trees and spot the signatures of twenty-five humans. He bounded towards four more trees before he stopped and looked down to see one human lagging behind, probably to catch their slack. Three moe were right in front of the lagging human, if he is quick enough, he'll be able to eliminate all four of them without alerting the others.

He quietly climbed down the tree he was grabbing on to and stealthily dropped over some foliage. Despite his large physique, he managed to laughably sneak up to them. Hiding behind foliage, he was just within arms reach of the slacker.

He did not waste the opportunity

His wrist blade unsheathes. His left hand wrapped around the mouth of the slacker while his right hand slit his throat, blood dripped down his shirt along with muffled gurgling noises. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to admire his handiwork, dropping the slacker he then took his attention towards the three who were close to the slacker, they haven't looked behind him yet but the one of the left seemed to have noticed him just outside of his peripheral vision. He's the first, his right arm reached for his whip, while his left took his disc. Once the whip was let loose he flicked his arm, the whip, being taken from a xenomorph's tail meaning its had an extremely pointed tip followed by the entire length being as sharp as the tip. With terrifying accuracy, the tip of the whip decapitated its target.

Two down, two remain

With his left hand holding the disc, he threw it at and angle to the person who got splashed with blood from his decapitated companion. He wasn't able to complain anything as the disc cleanly removed his head from his shoulders. Time was of the essence now since the latest kill was spotted by the last man, he opened his wrist gauntlet and pushed a button which prompted the disc to return back to its owner. Since he threw it at an angle, when the disc returns what stood in between was the last human. Just like last time, the disc went through cleanly but instead of decapitating him, the top half of his head was the one that got removed. In the span of a at least two seconds, four humans were killed.

Twenty one remain.

At this point 0007, ignored stealth and opted for a more aggressive stance. Decloaking, he grabbed the next slacker by the neck and pulled. His guttural screams and cracking of bones alerted the rest of them, prompting all of them to look behind, they watched in horror as 0007 ripped the man's spinal column off along with the head. All eyes followed the look of pure terror permanently plastered on their fallen comrade's face before they're shook out of their surprise when 0007 roared.

"S-Shoot that f-fuckin' thing!" the group's commander screamed.

Shots were fired, the ones closer to him hit but they didn't hurt, probably because of the caliber that their guns were using and his durable body, some of the shooters further away from him missed their first volley due to their shaky hands. When he heard the collective sounds of rounds being chambered, he moved. Covering the distance to the next human at an unbelievable speed, he unsheathed his other left wrist blade and went for a haymaker, his blades removed his torso from his legs. Bullets peppered his reptilian skin again but he didn't care. Next, he pulled out his whip and threw it at the next guy which was further.

It wrapped around his waist, he tried to escaped from it but it his fate was sealed. 0007 pulled closing the gap between them in an instant, he grabbed the human by the head and used him to shield himself from the third volley. Bullets peppered his victim, once the firing stopped, 0007 threw him at the next three who were trying to form a firing line. The three were knocked down, they tried to push the body away as fast as they could when all of them noticed something above them. Its enlarging shadow started to become bigger and their action started to become even more frantic.

A shrill scream escaped from all three before two were completely cut off when the monster dug both blades on their faces. Fortunately, the third one managed to wiggle away and started making a beeline for his comrades only to have his head explode into a thousand pieces by 0007's shoulder cannon. Just in the span of ten seconds flat, six had already died.

Seeing the deadly efficiency, durability and agility of the monster that they're dealing with, fear started to encase around but it wasn't enough to warrant a panicked retreat, they were hunters after all, they're the best of the best. They will kill this monstrosity one way or another. Chambering another round they prepared for the fourth volley. Meanwhile, 0007 grabbed his whip once more flicked it towards the next closest human. The bladed length tore his upper torso, an added bonus, the tip of the whip managed to reach the human behind, the blade wasn't enough to remove his upper body from his legs but it was enough to disembowel him.

He fell to his knees, a mixture of panic and pain as he tried to prevent his intestines from touching the ground, his attempts were abruptly stopped when three laser dots were pointed at his head, the next was history. The fourth volley peppered his skin once more but like the last three, the results remain the same. He snapped his neck to the left, locking eyes with another human who shrieked, he pulled the bolt and pushed it back in, watching as his rifle chambers a new round. He thought he still had time to load and shoot but that was proven wrong when his gun was harshly swatted away, his leg and his face were then gripped hard.

Holding the screaming human perpendicular to him, 0007 heaved before throwing him towards a nearby tree, due to a Yautja's incredible strength, the human flew towards the aimed tree, in an instant, the visceral sound of his back wrapping around the tree echoed through the forest before it was covered by the fifth and last volley. 0007 looked at the remaining twelve hunters frantically rummaging through their equipment for their stripper clips.

He wouldn't allow them

Pulling out his disc, he threw it. The disc soared across the field, the first victim it claimed was a man who had just placed the stripper clip in. His head rolled on the floor, its second had half of his neck spurting out blood since he was a bit to the left of the first victim. With a gurgling noise, he stopped reloading his rifle and decided to live longer and applied pressure to his bleeding neck. He died while being drowned by his own blood.

0007 didn't bother retrieving the disc since he can always call it back later. With only ten remaining, they all aimed again and fired but by this point, all were trembling in fear. Few were just blindly shooting in his general direction, completely missing 0007.

He roared

That was it, the last straw, they couldn't take it anymore, they dropped their rifles and ran deeper into the forest, screaming in terror about a monster who withstood the five shots from twenty five hunters.

He ran

He didn't care about his group any more, he just wanted to live.

Terror filled his entire being

What the fuck was that thing!?

He didn't know how long he'd been running but he was sure that he ran fast enough to hide from that monstrosity. He needed to tell this to Captain Rogers, he needed to know of that thing in the forest. Suddenly, he lost his balance, then he felt a sharp pain coming from his foot and thigh, he screamed.

Looking down, he realise that his left leg had been caught in some kind of trap. It was the size of a wooden box, at the bottom tipped and downward serrated spikes made of wood pierced through both his foot and his tight. He tried to pull his leg out only for him to scream louder, whatever was coated in the spikes, it enhanced his pain ny tenfold. In his panicked and pained mind, a clarity came up, reaching over to his uninjured leg, he pulled out his knife, if he can cut the wood then he can just push it inward until it reaches the end.

This took about three minutes but nevertheless, he managed to chop the wooden spike off. Now for the hard part, feeling around his hamstring, he found the entry part of the spike, a couple of deep breaths before he pushed his finger in, the squelching sound entered his ears and following his was immense pain. He howled as loud as he could, tears flowing down his face but nevertheless he persevered until the spike popped off. He exhaled, feeling lightheaded. Sadly, he wasn't done.

He was about do the same for his foot when something grabbed him from the back of his head. His body froze, fear overtaking his pain as he was forced to face whatever was grabbing him. Blood and urine mixed and dropped to the ground as the monster from earlier stared at him. It didn't waste any time before bringing up his wrist blade and stabbing it into his stomach. His voice was gone, all that came out was a wheeze of air. His body reeled forward forcing him to look down, there wrapped around the monster's waist were familiar faces, looks of terror plastered on their faces, a reminder of what they felt while this thing was ripping them apart.

He was no different

The monster unsheathed its blade and used its sharpened claws to dig inside him, pain was all he felt then a sudden spike when he felt his spine break, he screamed hard and long as he watched with visceral horror at the sight of his own spine being ripped out in front of him before the monster gave one final tug which ripped his head from his body. Finally, cutting off his screaming

0007 looked at his latest trophy, the remaining nine that ran away ran deep into the forest, a part which he knew was heavily booby trapped, he knew they didn't survive, after all, in their panicked state the didn't have time to view their surroundings. He placed his new trophy on his waist.

One group down, three to go

Author's Note

First part of a four part chapter all about 0007 slaughtering the hunting group! What do you think of this chapter? Did I capture the feel of Predator? Or was it more brutal than what I had written?

Tell me your thoughts and of course, some constructive criticism. If you have something to say then please do tell! I don't care whether it's a complaint, compliment or just something random, I appreciate the reviews and replies and I try my best to answer them to the fullest of my abilities!