FireHunter,
Human,
15 years ago
FireHunter looked at the Space Pirates as they passed under the flickering light, he was concealed in shadows, and could not be seen. They passed him, and he grabbed the man at the back, not a sound was heard, not even his gun clattering to the ground. No gasp, no noise. FireHunter had the man by the throat, the gun was suspended on the shoulder strap hanging from the man's arm. He could not move, nor could he breathe, his throat was crushed like a paper tube, he fell to the ground without a sound. He scuttled through the hallowed halls, stalking the Pirates, he made small noises to draw them to his special room. He hissed and growled, still dragging their fallen comrade, he made it to his room, they were just outside. He punched through the man's back, and squeezed his lungs, as he had done before, many, many times. The scream echoed through the place, a horrible, tortured scream, the mouth moved, the eyes rolled, it was terrifyingly realistic. FireHunter had mastered this over many years, he had one hand squeezing the lungs, the other manipulating the head and body. The door burst open, and a squad of fourteen space pirates came in, stopping and staring in horror at their mutilated comrade screaming at seemingly nothing. Then they noticed the huge shape, rising up like a behemoth, in the shadows behind him, the slime glistening in the light. They saw a tendril of horrible darkness slither up, and the light was gone. The noises of gunfire and screams was drowned out by one, mighty roar that shook the room, and then silence, then it all started again, the numbers of the Space Pirates were whittled down to four in a matter of seconds, ten dead, all of them with something missing from their bodies, whether it be arm, leg, or head. The four that were left ran down the hall, followed by a hideous, screaming monster that thundered down the halls, they only saw glimpses of it. A tail, a head that was coated with blood and was bigger than a man's torso, and a mighty claw swiping downwards, downing the man who lagged behind, he screamed as he was dragged into the depths of darkness.
Half his body flew towards the third man, the bloody chest and head hit the man dead in the back of the head, blinded by an intestine that wrapped around his head, he continued running. FireHunter caught up to him so quickly that the last thing that went through his head was the beast's tail, it plunged through the skull, and the floor. It wrenched it's tail upwards, the brain of the man splattered onto the ceiling, and the body was flipped over, the last two men stared at the creature in horror, what could spawn such a monster? It stood well over ten feet tall and had claws that were bigger than knives, it had four appendages on it's mighty head, each ending in a terrible claw. It was almost a monstrous ball of armored muscle, with a tail that was nigh twelve feet in length, as muscular as they were, it's legs still looked almost too frail to support such a beast. It grinned a deadly grin, blood and saliva pooling on the floor at it's feet, it's shell was of the purest of black, and a dark red color around the joints, it roared and they bolted around the corner and into another room, they focused on the rusty iron door that they were sure it would come through.
That's when the light was shattered by that tendril of darkness that was the beast's tail again.
The second man was crushed by it's weight, and if that wasn't enough, it's mighty jaws clamped down on his neck and ripped through, blood fountained as the jugular vein was torn asunder. The last man ran straight into another wall, just around the bend, he fell on the ground as the huge beast loomed above him, the light behind it formed a halo, as if it were his savior, too bad it was the opposite.
The man backed towards the wall.
FireHunter stood up to full height and roared, lunging forward, but before FireHunter could tear the man to pieces, he had bolted down the hall through his legs, FireHunter ripped a chunk of the wall out and hurled it at the fleeing shadow.
It hit with alarming accuracy, the two halves slid down symmetrically, a good shot, but merely a fluke.
FireHunter took no notice of spectacular throws like that, it was just another kill to him.
Years later.
He bellowed mightily, a horrendous scream that pierced the ears and rattled the teeth.
StoneHeart was below him, and looked up just in time to see death descending on him, in the form of a titanic black claw arching towards him, sending him across the hall, he looked up to see it bash it's way out of a vent. Green blood spattered his vision.
It must have torn through his helmet. It advanced slowly, growling and hissing.
It had dried red blood caking it's body, which flaked off, landing softly on the ground and giving it's carapace a cracked appearance.
It was FireHunter.
It was hungry, hungry for the flesh it was spawned from, hungry for the bittersweet taste of Yautja blood.
FireHunter had in fact, ripped a gaping hole in the forehead area of the Yautja's helmet, and scratched the skin, revealing the bone beneath.
Merely a flesh wound.
FireHunter kicked his adversary down the hallway.
He grinned his devilish grin, and screeched.