Hunter of the Night (OPEN)

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

It was night, the moon cascaded overhead, it stood as if a witness both joy and pain in the worlds. As if the small creatures crawling under its luminescent glow were just toys, sitting there for its amusement, something there to appease it until it wasted away and was turned to ash. However, not even the moon was able to see everything, not even a creature which belonged to it. That creature was Scar, a hunter among a fresh harvest of different living humanoids, all of them were food in his mind, down to his most basic and advanced senses. Prey was abounding, and the night had just begun, the hunt and the feed would be open. For he was the king of the night, the ruler of darkness, top of the food chain, however he would directly assault his prey, for the night’s greatest ally was stealth.


The creature moved quickly and silently under the rooftops of the buildings. Leaping to and fro if needed, the creature blended perfectly. It’s body was as black as the night itself, the surroundings hid him from the naked eye. The only sound it made was a fain this hissing noise which only the keenest of ears would hear, this hiss was a sign of the night to come. The creature scaled abruptly over the side and onto the top of the roof. His body bent low and it moved across the ground, hissing still coming from it’s mouth. It’s tail swung back and forth much like a cat’s would when hunting a small mouse. Only the cat in this game was seven feet tall and over sixteen feet across. A true image of a hunter of the night, the hunter moved silently, not telling his prey of his presence until it was all but too late.


It leapt from the roof it was crawling along and went under another outing of the roof it had just landed on. It’s claws making it sturdy yet able to seem as if it flew across the wall. It kept hidden as not to alarm someone of it’s being there. The creature descended and touched the ground. It moved with the shadows, away from any street light which would make the being naked and visible to all to see, uncovered and visible, that was when the hunter lost it’s prey, the prey would be gone in a heartbeat, or paralyzed in fear but a hunter couldn’t wish for something to freeze, it had to act, chance was not a setting of a hunt. Chance and fate were the only things a hunter couldn’t allow itself to be hopeful for in a hunt.


And there it was a single form of prey. A lone man wanted a short cut ot his residence, only to find that he would never return, he would never get to see his family if he had one, it would never be visible once again. Scar’s tail dashed forward and wrapped around the leg of his prey, making the man fall. The alien then approached his hissing becoming louder, a mouse caught into his trap. The creature then walked over the fallen being and “stared” it down, saliva dripping onto it’s face. A sound of terror, a scream rang out, only to be silenced, muffled as a second jaw shot forth from the Alien’s head, impaling the man’s brain and skull. Scar then took time to enjoy his prey, once he was finished he crawled up another building and waited on a wall, looking to see if anyone would see the mangled person, left as a trap for anyother unsupicous prey.

[Lost]

The mechanical-like clinks of footsteps sounded in the now silent streets. A dark shadow over fell the cobblestone, outlining the creature before it could be seen. Tall, lean, non-hesitant, and not slowing it's steady pace. It's claws clinched and released in anticipation and eagerness as it's thick head swung from side to side, exposed teeth flashing in the light of the moon. It was ready for a kill. The smell of blood had gotten it's attention, and blood meant food. And it was hungry.

However, despite the devilish appearance of this creature, no sound was uttered. No hissing, no growling, not even the sound of it's breathing. Though it walked in the streets seemingly without fear, it apparently had some basis of intelligence... Somehow there was a hint of knowledge beneath it's black eyes.

It passed near the fresh carcass, sparing it a tilt of the head in observation. The smaller hands that protruded from it's chest clinched and relaxed. The reason, not certain. But what is known is that within the next millisecond, it's head whipped up to the murderer. Who would move first?

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The alien waited in anticipation. It’s next prey, next target, out of curiosity fall into the creature’s trap. The trap was set, a corpse that even if no one would come today, would rot and smell by tomorrow which would require people to come clean it. The alien knew this from his time in prison by the flies, human beings, so mighty yet so fragile. Frail weak bodies, easily snapped with one gesture. If they fell they would shatter, however an alien, a xenomorph, could not be killed with such minor wounds, they could even survive in the vacuum of space for much longer periods then humans. They were the ultimate hunters, no one was superior to them, not even the “Gods” humans often referred to though it seemed the Gods were more blamed for them spilling their disgusting excuses for foods.


The Xenomorph shuck it’s head to abstain from his past memories, the situation was now, at the present, now in the past, only weaklings thought to the past. It’s hissing increased a bit, but not to a loud notation, just subtle enough for him to increase the range of his “vision.” Aliens often used echolocation in finding their prey, if they were coming, so they often hissed when on the hunt. This allowed them to “see” longer distances then what their actual vision had allowed them to see. It often allowed them to stay in one position as not to alarm the prey. An alarmed prey was a gone prey, or they would just be trapped in fear of moving, which xenomorphs preferred, since it was an easy way to capture beings to implant their young into them. Though to implant young there was a Queen needed and Scar was no queen, he was a soldier, a warrior, the strongest of the purebred xenomorphs.


Then it heard it, or “saw” it whichever came first. It sounded like a large metallic creature, not in the same sounds of a human. Very much so larger. Next the alien saw the shadow of the beast, large and extremely not human. Then the new “creature” which ever it was began into the alley, the Xenomorph every glaring, ever watching. It kept it’s vision on the creature. It stayed hidden as the thing approached the mangled corpse Scar had left there, a once living creature, now just a glob, no one would be able to identify it, unless they took what humans called “DNA Tests” or however they were referred to. The xenomorph’s hissing became a little more quiet and it toned down ever more so.

And once the creature approached to his former hunt, Scar began his regular hunting process. His tail arched, like a long whip-sword, ready to impale the being. His throat bloated a bit as acid began to form in it’s throat, it’s acid one of the deadliest weapons belonging to a xenomorph, even their blood was made of the stuff. When the creature turned it’s head to the alien it was Scar’s time to act against his new hunt. His arched tail spurted forward in a blur at the enemy’s skull, hoping to end it then and there; this was the deciding moment for the alien. It’s hissing became louder in amusement, or joy, the thrill of the hunt, of the night, it was like adrenaline for Scar, a perfect moment.

[Lost]

The creature tilted its head to the side with the slightest of movements, but that was not the end. The tilt was followed by it's body as the being turned over itself and flipped to the side. It did this with the ease of a bird in flight and the grace of a serpent. Upon landing, the being crouched, it's eyes trained upon the experiment gone awry.

Slowly, it drew in a breath, it's huge chest expanding with the excess air. Then, it's maw opened, exposing row upon row of razor sharp teeth. An echoing roar ripped from it's vibrating throat and drops and strings of liquid spewed from the open jowls.

It's arms lashed out to seemingly swipe at the empty air before it, but the action was not without cause. Just before the hard limbs could finish rising, two long spikes emerged from the flesh upon them and hurled themselves at the experiment. One aimed at it's long head, the other at the center of it's back. Let the games begin.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The Xenomorph watched silently while his combatant dodged his tail blow. This made the alien rather upset, he let out a hiss at his prey, showing his irritation. The first strike, the kill attack was dodged, this made him feel unworthy but it didn’t matter, a prey that fought against it’s capture would only be quite more amusing to play with, to toy with it’s being, it’s very soul and mind. To make the prey cave under pressure, under certain demise, it is what a hunter longed for when they did not wipe out their prey in the first blow. Though the hunter still had to be quick, not all prey was helpless, however the hunter, the lion, triumphed over it’s prey no matter how strong.


The alien curled it’s tail to it’s back and watch curiously as the creature swiped it’s hands at the air This seemed to be some form of foolish battle cry or other remark of one when they began the battle. However the alien was wrong, close to possible deadly wrong if it had no prepared in the future, preparation and intelligence is what kept Scar above most other xenomorphs, most were primal in intelligence and only acted in a certain means to achieve a determination. Scar had a keener determination then most xenomorphs, but his current thoughts were on survival, hunting and killing. This beast he was facing might have been something he could of “spoken” with but his adrenaline had forced him to continue.


Scar acted quickly, as if pure reaction time when the blades shot out at him. His acid spit then fired at the spikes, melting them down to nothing as they raced to him. He hissed violently at the beast for daring to attack the alien. It quickly examined his surroundings, he trapped himself it seemed. Stuck in an alley with only three ways out, it needed the upper ground once more. Then it thought of a way to do so, however it might lose him his prey, which Scar was willing to take, there were others to dine upon if needed. More prey for the hunter, as the hunt had just began, even the heat of the sun wouldn’t stop him, though he would need somewhere to take respite for a while during the day.


The alien’s body curved from under the rafter of the roof, landing on the roof on all fours. It darted away but remained on the other side of the roof if the prey could follow. The roof was flat with a smoking chimney on the side. The xenomorph growled and hissed in the direction of his prey, as if calling it closer to see if it would follow. If it had spikes it could climb, or so the xenomorph assumed, but that remained to be unknown. The xenomorph readied himself for any possible attacks that may or may not come his way. His body crouched low to the ground, like a snake, waiting for an ample feed day, his tail swung back and forth, ever ready to imaple.

[Lost]

The creature wasted no time as it launched itself from it's crouch to cover the distance from the ground to the edge of the roof. It's feet lighted the ledge silently, but did not stay there long. Keeping the momentum of it's leap, it pressed its feet into the roof, dislodging a few tiles from the force, and shot after Scar.

Coiled or not, it rushed him undaunted by the equally offensive and defensive stance. Perhaps it just didn't care? Or was there something more within it's mind? Either way, it didn't seem keen on letting him escape so easily. Trap or otherwise, it had it's ways of getting what it wanted. And at the current moment, it wanted Scar.

It covered the distance in less than a second, before reaching another arm out into the air. This time, more spikes emerged. But this time they remained attached to their owner, lengthening and twisting about like snakes as they reached to bind themselves around their target. More than this, each tentacle sprouted inch long barbs that began to drip with a viscous purple liquid. Hyper-toxins. Demonic toxins.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

Scar watched as the creature landed upon the building. It had interesting abilities to be sure, but it wouldn’t matter in the end, prey was prey, there was nothing else to say on the subject. The creature he was facing could of made a good incubator if it was used as a means to increase the xenomorph population, starting with face huggers. When a chestburster came it had similar traits to it’s host, which would make this being a very good host of which to incubate with, however Scar had no means of turning the creature anyway. And it would have to keep him from continuing th hunt to protect it from possible enemies like the humans if they were to discover it. Which he had no plans of being discovered here, being trapped in a cage once more was the only thing that had worried the alien, and perhaps will remain the only thing which would do so.


The Alien leapt back quickly once the being approached him, it was faster than what he had imagined, which would make it even more enjoyable prey to toy with, to spin into a web of death. Scar fell back and his claws scraped against the tiles of the building, making a few more shake loose and fall to the ground, shattered. It’s claws sunk in frantically to the inside of the roof. It hissed again at the beast it faced and leapt quickly to the creature. It’s exoskeleton protecting it from any side blows and it’s genetic make-up allowing it to remain immune to poisons or other diseases that may harm the alien. It’s tail curved as it leapt, aiming to impale the creature in the chest, it’s claws out stretched and also aimed for the creature’s head, wanting to possible cause fatal injury by damaging the head of the beast. It also prepared an acid spit ball if needed.


The being formed a awkward C shape as it sailed through the air, it’s tail longer than his claws which outstretched towards the head of the best. It would be a perfect sight to see, breath taking. A natural view of nature, two creatures fighting each other, with the moon is see every moment, every action of the two. A fight to last, if anyone else saw it of course. It was a battle of the night, a fight under the stars and moon, the vast darkness of space engulfed the sky, like a child hiding under his blanket from a midnight fear. And this moment would be th fear of both child and all man, two of nature’s natural beings, beings fighting just for the desire of the hunt, the desire of each other.

[Lost]

The pair blended in wonderfully with the dark of the night. Their bodies only illuminated by the moonbeams that hit the angles of their irregularly shaped forms. Lithe, fast, and deadly. That was what these two were. Foreign, strange, and beautiful in their own rights. Perhaps not by the conventional sense, but in the eyes on one who understood what they were- they were breath taking. An experiment and a freak.

The creature let out another roar as Scar descended through it's tentacles. He was fast that was for certain. The beast would have to be on it toes for this kill. The more the better. As that deadly tail rushed for it, one of the smaller hands clasped around it in a grip that was tighter than perhaps was expected from such a small appendage. But this did not change the length of the fingers.

At the same moment, it reached out with it's own claws to meet Scar halfway. One would swear it was smiling...

The hands were meant to latch onto Scars. This would leave them with only their maws to fight with for the moment- and the beast made full use of this fact by aiming those rows upon rows of razors straight for the side of Scar's neck. The teeth strong enough to crush through marble and easily bend metal. These death machines were meaning to crush right through his shoulder at the base of his neck.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The creature snarled as his legs were caught by the beast’s two arms, it was impossible for him to regain his ability to use his tail as a weapon for as long as it would be held. Next came the claws, which took Scar be surprise as the being latched on, restricting his moments even more. However his lower legs were kept unrestrained. This allowed the alien to kick and scratch using the claws which were on his feet as a weapon. He hissed more and spat his acid spit on the creature’s neck when it tried to bite down upon him. If the acid had worn anything away, and even if it didn’t, the second jaw of the xenomorph out stretched and punctured into the beast neck. This was no longer a fight of prey, or hunting it had turned into a direct domination battle.


It’s jaw also latched onto the enemy’s neck as it was immune to it’s own acid. Scar felt a sharp pain, which made him recoil a bit but he subsided it, he was an advanced being, simple things such as that could not kill him. Only a per decapitation could end a rampage of an alien, but even Scar wouldn’t except that, he disowned any thoughts that may make him seem weak, his pride was too powerful to even give up, or have thoughts about giving up now. After this fight, one would be left standing, the other beaten and bruised like a foolish mutt who had dared to cross the line with some petty want or need that it had.


It’s legs kept trying to dig into the creature, as Scar was kept there in a lock, something he couldn’t of resisted, this whole trap had turned for the wors, he had expected something more…edible here. Or perhaps he had killed this creature’s hunt, the creature’s desire that it was chasing down. Whatever the situation, this beast which it was in a death grip with was formidable, strong and fast, much like him. He had no other secrets, triumph cards to throw into battle now. Aside of course his telepathic ability but this wasn’t the place for it. This battle wasn’t of intelligence, sped, only strength. The strength of two beings, two hunters in nature, put into the worlds to thin out humans, or so Scar believed.


Of course from a distant naked eye, this figure would look like a large horrific creature, standing there, omitting hisses into the night. However if someone had come up close they would be able to see the carnage of the two creatures interlocked together. An alien and demon, bonded in combat, though whether out of honor or some underlying motive, no one would truly understand the true nature of the fight for either side, they would just understand the awesome might of the two creatures. Two feared beings in their own right, one demonic and the other a natural hunter, a born killing machine. In battle, histories, names and other information was nullified, all that mattered in the end was the mind’s greatest and most basic ability and thought, survival.

[Lost]

The acid burnt and bubbled it's way through the demon's flesh, adding to the pain that was already seeking to gouge out it's gut. the response was a muffled howl of pain and determination as the beast's body began to heal over the constantly new wounds. Fast healing was a blessing and a curse. While the acid melted away it's flesh and Scar's teeth dug into it's neck, the flesh healed right behind the inflictions. The same could be told of the deep gouges that Scar was inflicting upon it's stomach. And so the cycle of healing and wounding continued.

It seemed that both were in a bit of a stalemate. Something that this demon despised and would not tolerate. Still having a hold of Scar's arms, shoulder, and partially that strong tail of his, it turned it's body full circle to gain momentum to toss Scar away- but making sure to keep a hold of that shoulder with his teeth to rip the flesh away at the same time. It was not going to let the alien off of the proverbial hook. It knew that Scar was unlikely to let go of it's own shoulder, but that was a minor inconvenience at the moment.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The creature growled as it pushed deeper into the beast. Scar was becoming badly damage, while he could survive it, even he had his limitation of stamina, and no fight could last for an eternity. Not even among the strongest warriors could last forever in an epic fight. And even the rapid blood loss was getting to him, but as an alien he wouldn’t back down from any fight, a fight to the death was even seen as a requirement among the aliens. That battle, hunting, was part of their lives, nothing else mattered. That is why Xenomorphs were above humans, they had little to no emotional ties to each other, aside from their queen who they would protect and her larva, the facehuggers as they all were important to the survival of the xenomorphs.


As he was flung away from his prey, Scar took a few prizes along with him. He ripped out various pieces of the demon’s flesh, from all that he had been able to attach. Though while in the air the alien’s blood ad touched down to the roof, making holes within it, this could provide a very unstable battle ground, a pitfall for the either of the two, which the xenomorph would have been with destroying the sleeping humans which laid below them, an added catch during the hunt, a quick fest beore the battle, however it didn’t look like his combatant would provide much time for the alien to do so.


And like all aliens, Scar was very….. creative with his blood, which they were immune to because of their hard exoskeleton, and it would be weird I his own blood would hurt him. The alien dipped it’s tail into it’s own shoulder and swished it around, then in a sudden fluid motion, like a spider tricking down a fly, Scar flung the blood at the beast he was facing, on the ground in any case. With the added blood which had made a large hole seep through the roof on the demon’s side, this would also cause burning the desired effect would be the demon falling through the roof and to be in a jumbled mess upon the ground.


Then Scar placd his hand into his blood, like a child pressing it’s hand in green finger paint, however this picture, this hand print would be no picture, only a mark of battle, an added twist to his claws. However he could only make it so his good arm, the one that had not been damaged to be able to sink into the acidic blood. Then it raised the acid claw, like a snake rearing it’s head for a sudden pounce upon it’s prey. Xenomorph wanted the upper ground once more, and this hunt would be something it would remember for a long time, for a xenomorph’s life span could last until they were killed if they continued feeding, prowling on the hunt, an endless hunt to last time indefinite.

[Lost]

Unfortunately, Scar's trick worked and the roof began to give way under the creature's feet. Cracking and creaking as the beams caved and bowed under the weight. The holes in the tiles not only gave the inhabitants inside brief glances at the monsters that fought above them, but also let out their screams of terror.

The demon's blood, holding it's own level of toxicity, dripped from the devastating wounds on it's neck, arms, and belly and into the room below. Screams of terror turned to cries of agony very quickly and back again as the beast bellowed in pain and shock. The floor fell and down he went, weakened and damaged hands reaching for the skies to grab a hold of something solid. Too bad the only thing was Scar.

Just after the demon vanished into the hole, tentacles shot out from the spot to viciously wrap themselves around whatever part of Scar they could and save the demon from it's fall.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The alien gave a hiss of satisfaction as it’s opponent feel through the roof, added with the screams of the humans below, the night was seeming to increase in amusement now. The alien’s tail rattled against the roof as it looked in delight, the trap was quite like what a hunter would lay, a disguise for a capture to keep it’s prey alive as it caged in it to keep it from escaping, or from attacking the hunter. The xenomorph wanted to see it’s prey look in a humble mess, but it was caught off guard as the tendrils from the beast wrapped around the alien and began to drag it down. It’s claws tried to dig into the roof but it was to no use, the tiles fell and shatter under the claws, the alien stabbed into the roof with it’s tail, stopping the fall, while it hated being wrapped up like this he would of rather not fallen in with the creature.

It’s tail coiled around a beam inside of the building like a snake wrapping it’s body around a stick while it waited in anticipation for it’s next meal, this however was a struggle to keep from possibly being bitten by the beast the alien was fighting. It was able to support the weight and keep gravity from pulling him down by his pure physical strength, that was what kept a warrior xenomorph above the others, their strength and their all-around ability of war. The ability to stand it’s ground against much larger prey then a xenomorph’s hunt was, even though the aliens usually stood around seven feet on their hind legs, but their physical frame was much more slender then other creatures and how they hunted, often by sticking low and walking on all fours.

While Scar’s tail didn’t strain a creaking and snapping sound busted out. This sound was coming from the beam the alien was trying to support itself on, the weight and other damage from the alien’s acidic blood on the room had weakened the structure. The beam snapped in two and the alien was dragged under, down into the building along with it’s prey. Despite it’s body starting to heal over at a much faster rate then human healing, the xenomorph took it’s chase to dip his tail into the acid wound on it’s arm. It took the pose of the scorpion once more preparing to kill it’s prey with a deadly stab with it’s sharpened tail. As it fell the xenomorph’s tail lunged out at the beast.

Now had illuminated the fight more from the active fire in the house, showing the full features of the hunters, two venomous and frightening creatures still in battle. But now another oddity had stirred withint he night, while it may of seemed common to most, the alien had never seen what was coming down from the sky, snow. This new feature had made the creature now look like a spotted being as it gave off no heat and snow stuck like what it does to concrete. A sharp gush of wind blew in slaying the fire now the house was pitch black as it was outside, a needed element for the alien to fight, darkness.

[Lost]

And so they fell. One to kill, the other to be killed. And so it was that when the back of the demon hit the floor, both acids had mixed to rot the beams to nothing more than toothpicks, sending the demon crashing through it. But not before that poisoned tail sailed through it's plated chest with ease. But it didn't end there. On through to the next floor, the next, the next, the next, until finally- finally it's back hit the cold hard stone foundation.

It was here that it lay motionless. Purple liquid spewing from it's severed stump of a neck and it's chest being eaten away by the acids that were now free to do their work. Just beside it, a spherical shadow cast by the moonlight swayed back and forth from just a few floors above. Beheaded by a stray floorboard of all things...

And so there the beast lay, motionless and non-living. A messy tribute to how fragile life was. How fragile it really was.

However, before too much time passed, the body of the 'mighty' creature began to shift and morph and the sounds of running sand would be heard from the corpse. Slowly, slowly, it turned to nothing but a pile of dust.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The alien stood there in triumph over it’s defeated prey, it’s tail slithered out from the body of the dead beast and the alien when over to the shadows, to rest from the battle, to regain it’s needed strength for the future. It was glad in it’s triumph, a victorious hunter, a perfect killing machine with no rival, a perfect being able to destroy something much larger and appearing to be much stronger as well. The alien hissed and saliva dripped from it’s maw, a victory it would remember until it perished, this fight itself made the alien realize how weak others were compared to it, how it truly was the perfect weapon. However without a queen, without a ruler overhead it was just a rogue alien, an alien with no pack to return to, a lost sheep without a Shepard.


The alien returned to top condition, as how it started when the being had first attacked. However it looked curiously as the creature, it’s prey faded into a sand. A pile of dust, of ash, it had reminded the alien of what the humans spoke of, from Ash it was born, to ash they will fade. This slightly amused the alien, it would have been more amusing if his prey didn’t turn into the ash, now it put in a load of effort with no meal, at least it had destroyed a being that dared it rival it and like all insects that were killed, more would sprout from their hive, this was what it meant to be a hunter, to destroy, not to heal, to erase, not to create, a hunter was a perfect being, and the alien named Scar was the od of Hunters.


It hissed at the pile of dust in anger, displeased at it. It’s tail swiped over it, sending the dust into the air. It growled once more, looking around. The moon’s faint glow shown from the hole which the demon and alien had created in it’s fight. Soon authorities would show up to examine the scene of the fight, wondering what creatures could of caused such carnage, a new threat upon their hands to stand guard against whatever had caused it. This was against the alien’s plan wanting to secretly destroy the humans one by one until none were left and this beast it had fought had ruined it, it was more troublesome then it had appeared. The alien would of gladly killed it once more if needed just to exact revenge on the beast, revenge something an alien would never allowed it’s pride to fall to, but Scar was above other aliens and it showed.