Hunter of the Night (OPEN)

[Lost]

"Oh... you killed it."

A small voice echoed through the empty space. A sweet, curious, calm voice that seemed to emanate from the very shadows that surrounded Scar. Innocent and chiming, very much like that of a child, it hung in the air like incense. The voice was a part of the air, the walls, the floor, the darkness, the moonlight. It was everywhere.

In one darkened corner, a small figure stood barely outlined by the thin beams of blue-ish light that filtered in from the massive hole in the ceiling, yet not quite distinguishable. No doubt this alien could see it just fine, but it would find that even with it's superior vision, it would not be able to make out all of the being. It was as if the figure itself was made of the dark that permeated the room.

"Now I need to get another one..."

The voice was rather regretful. Contemplative almost as it viewed Scar with levels of curiosity. What an interesting creature to have stumbled across.

The sand that remained on the floor began to gather again. Blown about by and invisible wind, each grain of fine powder floated from the floor and danced about the room in a cyclone. Swirling and tossing about, this way and that until finally, they reforming into a large pile next to the alien. But that was as far as it went.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The xenomorph basked within the darkness, the silence, the perfect haven for the alien, even his entire race functioned better in the radiance of the moon, under the protective blanket of knight, the perfect tool of an assassin, of a hunter, of when a creature had it’s least awareness, the least amount of care, attentiveness, the perfect situation for beginning of a hunt. The night was a perfect shell for an alien, even more so because of their pure basics of their minds, while they had no true desiring of “Evil” or “Good”, “Hostile” or “Peaceful” all were prey for an alien. Though Scar had more control then other aliens, because of it’s higher intelligence or the fact he was a rogue, not fully understanding his race’s ways, whatever the case, he would be able to tell peaceful from other beings, if they meant harm to him, however he’d hunt whenever he flt like doing it, as a means of pride.


It hissed once a creature began speaking, it sounded human to him, young, like a child. It had heard recordings from television shows that it’s captures made it study and examine to learn to become smarter, while they shows were curios in the least, they seemed foolish, none of them features what life meant, hunting and survival. It knew of children, how innocent they were, how powerless they were without the supervision of a superior, however this child felt different. The alien could not purely make out it’s form, it felt small, but it also felt like it blended into the night like how the alien did, how the shadows were just limbs added to the beast, they were an outer armor, a covering, a defensive shell, something an alien knew well of from their strong exoskeleton which could even deflect petty metal balls from what humans called pistols.


It hissed at the child as it said it needed another one, so this was the queen of the beast. The queen seemed less intimidating then it’s subject, it’s pawn, however to have dominance one needed power and if this girl had dominance over the creature, the alien had to be in the least, cautious around the being, yet curiosity wouldn’t harm, though while the alien had recovered it had no real motivation to fight, unless provoked. It’s hiss grew a tad bit louder, but not too loud, as a Xenomorph wanted ot keep silent, hidden from it’s prey. Though this hissing was more of a curiosity hiss, wanting the study the creature, not as a means of freighting it, which the alien thought it could do as the being before him seemed very much so like a child, and all children had a base fear.


The alien’s hissing became hostile as the sand started to move about. While it didn’t fear the sand, or the being before him, Scar wanted to give a warning, if it had defeated the creature once, it could do it again. And as it’s queen, Scar assumed it could bring back it’s subject, much like how an alien queen would make more xenomorphs from different hosts, the dust seemed like a host and if humans were correct, life could be given to ash. It looked onward as it formed into a small cyclone and when it settled next to Scar he looked once more at the girl, wondering what ideas she could be plotting, if any at all.

[Lost]

A tilt of the figure's head and a small, elegant chuckle signified that it found the hissing to be rather amusing. Such interesting movements Scar had. Clearly animalistic, yet a touch of intelligence. And that was enough to bring the figure out of it's shadow. Indeed, it was a small child. A young girl surely not older than nine or so. Perhaps even a touch younger. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in curving rivers, adding to the youthfulness of her appearance.

Hands folded gracefully in front of her waist, her black velvet cloak pulled back over her shoulders to expose her white blouse and black long skirt, low heels clicking gently across the floor boards, emerald eyes gazed at Scar's face with a mix of mutual curiosity. But there was something else beneath that gaze. Was it amusement that was lined in those unsmiling crimson lips? Or was it a small hint of disappointment that lay within those green orbs?

She regarded the monster before her calmly, giving only a small blink here and there to show she was not frozen. After seemingly satisfied with her search, she held out a single small hand towards the beast, her eyes never leaving his long head.

"I suppose you will want a trophy?"

Beside him, the very top of the sand pile would begin to stir and shake with rattles and shifts. Soon, a good bit of the sand reformed into what appeared to be a skull like sphere. It was this malleable sphere that returned to her hand and nestled itself into her open palm. The loose bits and pieces pressed together, hardening and reshaping until the skull of the deceased demon rested in her hand.

But more than that, flesh began to fold over the bone frame, eyes reformed in their sockets, the horns returned to their rightful places, and even that thick purple liquid began to flow from the bottom of the neck. The toxic liquid began to run over her hand- her perfectly white gloves- and yet it did not stain them. The immaculate hand stayed that way. The head was whole once more. And it was this that she held out to the alien.

Silently, she waited for the creature to do as it pleased. Take the head or not, it was up to Scar to decide.

"It will not return to sand now."

She explained as if she could tell it could understand her. If it could. The innocence of a child...

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

A sort of clicking noise came from the xenomorph as it studied the girl. A small yet fearless frame, an oddity for humans, or whatever the child might have been, the alien assumed human but had no true way of knowing. As it moved closer, it’s hand outstretched, the alien hissed slightly, the hiss was more of a signal that the girl had come close enough. Not everything was trusting, but it looked onward, staring back into the girl’s green eyes. Of course the alien had no visible eyes. It began to think what the creature was doing, it knew most other creatures were strange however this girl didn’t seem like any other creature, it felt in a word….. Unknown. Then the girl had spoken again, asking if it wanted a trophy.


The alien replied by a slight head tilt, it’s large head moving a mere twenty degrees to the left, like a dog, wondering what it’s master meant by “Treat.” It wondered if talking to the girl telepathically, the only way in which it could speak to others, would be a means to discuss with her what that meant. It knew what it meant, it just wondered what the girl could offer as a trophy, a gift for destroying something the girl had known…. The girl was odd indeed, However Scar did not dwell on the oddities of the girl at the moment, it was curios about her, what she would do. The alien did not classify her as prey, no, more like a study, a thought upon others, wondering like any intelligent creature would do, study it’s surroundings.


Scar’s gaze turned to the sand as it heard the sand moving, something was being created from the pile of ash which had ended up next to him once more. A skull was formed from the dust, this had interested the alien much more, if this was what the girl had referred to as a trophy, the alien woud accept it as it would make a good ornament for in the future if it ever discovered a queen, or if it found a place of dwelling. Which would have to be off in a wooded area, where it could hunt weaker beings until it promptly had discovered another place, a cave or some secluded abandoned building, and if it waited there was quite an ability to be able to prowl once more without having to worry about any law enforcement, despite them not being very dangerous.


As the skull reformed more and was placed within the girls outstretched hand, the alien waited silently, it’ hissing fading away slowly as it began to look in anticipation for it’s “trophy” if that was what the girl was offering, assumptions could often lead to be a bad end, which was present here tonight. It continued to look a the skull was more and more reformed, like a animal waiting, expecting something for a token of it’s work. Once the head of the beast completely reformed the child once talked again, the alien’s tail began to curl and lift, of course it approached slowly, not wanting to be take surprise by any sly attack or vengeance for killing the creature. The alien’s tail wrapped around the head and lifted it away from the girl to place it next to the alien. Then Scar turned it’s attention back at the girl, wondering what she had in store next.

[Lost]

Crimson lips curled in a vision of lovely satisfaction and honest pleasure as the tail wrapped and lifted the skull. This was wonderful. Such an interesting creature. Such power. Intelligence. Viciousness. Yet with an animalistic nature that didn't seem to match.

"Did you like that? Do you like hunting?"

Her silkily innocent voice spread slowly over the shadows of the room like honey, yet echoed as a normal voice would- carrying a message of subtle interest.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The xenomorph’s tail swished back and forth. It looked at the head with interest. Like a kitten with a ball of yarn. The alien flicked it up and caught it on the flat side of it’s tail. He laced the skull down once the girl began to speak. It quite did enjoy hunting, it’s favorite hobby. The need to do it to survive and when you love doing what you need to survive, it can become an obsession. And once you had an obsession, it became part of who you are, the pure essence of your existence becomes the main point of the obsession until it completed your total being and when you had a couple years to have free reign to pursue that obsession, it can be worthwhile to do, to become through the hunt.


The alien crawled out from the shadows, a hiss protruded from it. Not a hostile hiss, more of approval, trust. Of course caution was always there, nothing would change that, people can change over anything so one had to prepared to keep it’s friend’s close, but always there to strike out and kill them if you are forced to do so. The alien was based on that pure thought, trust no one unless you feel alright with them, and trust was a very rare thing, even more so from a monster. Which the alien prided itself to be, a symbol of fear and violence, death in it’s purest form. Ripping your enemy to death as opposed to mowing them down with a gun was much more fulfilling.


It crawled closer to the girl. It’s tail wrapped around the skull and lifted it up, a possession which had made the alien curios of the girl. More hissing came out from it’s mouth as it came closer. The scent of the girl, of the air around him, it was a new experience, of course a lot of things would be new, after being locked in a cage for a majority of it’s life. Of course, five years wasn’t very old but an alien could increase it’s aging if needed to do so, being locked up as a chestburster left it weak, so it had to become stronger, much stronger to survive.


The xenomorph raised it’s head a bit, as if it was looking into the girl’s eyes, a mere oot away from her. It’s tail swiped across the floor, knocking loose debris back and forth from the ground. It stayed their for a few seconds, it’s warm breath reaching the girl’s face. Then it “spoke” of course it couldn’t speak in normal tongue, just through the mind, something it would rarely do and when it did it would be a small, straight to th point statement. It’s hissing calmed as did the creature’s tail.

…..Yesss….

[Lost]

Like the flickering of a hologram, the little girl's body vanished, leaving behind only a red smile and a flash of green eyes and not a hint of hesitance as Scar approached her. She was gone. She was not overly fond of having the creature so close to her face. A precaution? Or just habit?

Either way, the space the little girl had occupied now stood empty and barren- and lit by the moon. Before, her little corner had been over shadowed by the roof that still partial protected the ground floor, but now, moonlight filtered into the whole area and the dark in that particular corner vanished. Just as she had.

But was Scar now alone in the room? True she had vanished, but was she truly gone?

"I can give you more if you like?"

There she was, standing cooly off to his side, hands still laced and feet together in a relaxed pose. threats? None. She had even put a little distance between them to add some cushion to the fact that she did not wish to cause him unease. Then again, if he had been that close to her, either he trusted himself enough to not fear her in the least, or he also held a measure of trust. Not that he should have been worried in the least. After all, what could a little girl do to such a being?

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The alien arched it’s body and moved backwards a bit as the girl that was just before him disappeared. He was in the least bit curios, could of it been a machine? Or was it some form of power. If such power was in a child, the alien thought of what else she could do. She could quickly become a threat, if she had even existed. If the demon did indeed belong to her the alien thought of what else she could do. Caution took him once more, like a snake; however he kept to his standing formation. His hissing became somewhat loud to detect her through echolocation. His senses alert to any and all movement, he heard or felt humans or other similar creatures above, however they were of no concern of his at the moment.


He set the skull down and raised his tail into the air, it wouldn’t be used but if needed he would try to make the girl second guess attacking, if that was her plot. But he had nothing to worry about her, just caution was something he was forced to do. He was a hunter, a child of the night, cautious and vicious, hungry, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Of course, he was at a disadvantage against something he knew nothing about. He understood sharp objects, but disappearing from before him, it was nothing he had ever thought of encountering, then again, he was master of the night and if it was something he was good at, it was fading into the shadows.


Then he felt her once more, standing next to him. He moved quickly, a fluid motion, much like a snake when something had come too close to it’s den. Of course, Scar didn’t attack, she had ample time to do so, attacking first was when he was on the hunt, not for interactions outside of hunting, despite hunting probably being the main thing he would do in his time in the new land he was at. Though he still had his senses high, curiosity was a major play of emotion of his right now. If an empath was there they would feel it oozing from him. However there would be another time to be curios, for now the girl had spoke.


The alien crouched once more, lowering it’s massive height. It’s tail wrapped around it’s possession once more. The girl wished to know if he wanted more. More skulls or more creatures to fight? Whichever the case it was something that interested him and either way, a fight or taking a skull would be gained so he titled his head forward. The large smooth head of the alien bent forward and raised. It had seen humans doing it before, h translated it as acceptance or approval from which he had seen. One could tell so much from body language, fear, approval, curiosity, hostility, so many emotions could be seen that way but the alien now only gave one, acceptance.

[Lost]

He agreed. Wonderful...

Waiting only a few moments more, her hands dropped from their position to rest her her sides. Slowly but surely, one heeled foot slid across the dusty floorboards. Then another. Slowly Clara took a few paces forwards, watching Scar. It would seem that they both had a mutual interest of each other. That would work in both of their favors she imagined.

But that topic could be left alone for the time being. There was one other curiosity that she wished to dispel. She stopped only a few feet from the towering beast.

In a smooth, slow motion, Clara held up her hand straight vertically in front of her with her palm open towards him. But she made no move further. It would be entirely up to him if he wished to humor the small child or not.

[Ϟ Scar ϟ]

The alien titled his head examining the child. She was interesting indeed, everything about her interested the alien. How she reacted to situation, her power what she could do in a whole. Of course It wasn’t just her that interested him about her, it was the thrill of the hunt. The hunt he had previously had with the large creature. The creature was interesting, just as interesting as the girl. How it fought, it’s movements within the battle and other variables. How it acted as a predator, just as him. A hunter of darkness, something that thrived under the moon, a beast of the night, a wolf which slaughtered everything within it’s senses, something that it had increased of.


The alien was now moving it’s tail again, it was now in the air, moving about above him. When the girl held out her palm the alien stood on it’s back legs and stretched his body to be at the full height of eight feet. It was more of caution as opposed to hostility, the hunter felt as if she was going to do something out of the short time of mannerism the alien had studied from her before. The alien stretched out his hand and put his palm against hers. Wondering what she could of meant, he could of this taken it wrong way, and she could disappear once more, but what was left for her to do was unseen.


He hissed once more, now sounding as a whisper. It’s tail also slowed a bit, it now rubbed against the cold pavement under it’s tail. This would probably be the most time it would spend a time with a humanoid so it was more of a special occasion. This girl was a more interesting being then what it had ever seen. Or could of seen in a while, but this was just another start of his time there, in the odd world. And if a child could posses this kind o power, teleportation and creation, he wondered about possible beings with what he heard, magic. Like the humans and himself it seemed fabled, this whole time here wasn’t meant to be, or what he had learned from studying about humans in any case.


While it had more curiosities, the time was here and now, what has happening in the present. The future can wait and he didn’t plan on asking, the alien was a hunter, always on the prowl for life. A natural hunter it was, it will be no matter what things, or other beings could change that. An animal of the hunt, of the night, that’s what it would be. However, learning about other things could always be an option, always in existence it could learn. It was like a queen, from what his primal instincts could tell him. An intelligent and stronger xenomorph, the perfect being, no flaw or mistake, the main and basic form of life, stronger, faster a hunter.