Alien VS Predator: The way of the Shinobi.

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My name is Colin and from a very a young age of 2. I've been trained in the ways of the Shinobi. You see I'm apart of a clan that trains any small child that shows a form unnatural ability. Unfortuanly I was born with several. So natrually on my second birhtday I was taken from my parents to be trained and put into what I called shinobi school. At the young age of ten I was a fully fledged shinobi, thanks to my gift's. My gifts alow me to be faster,stronger and just better in many ways. But it was my eye's that helped the most allowing me to see things that were going to happen and the ability to see even in the darkest places, I also can see people's aura's.I was praised by everyone in my clan even the leader. But that was untill they were all wiped out, that was truly a said day.

It happened on what was suppose to be my 18th birthday. This was the day I was to receive my master classed equipment, the clan was traditional in it's weapons. The sword was used by all, the Kurisama garma, the shuriken, the strongbow and the bladed double ended spear. But my choice's were the sword, the Kurisama garma and the shurikens.

The ceremony started at sunrise, I was to be given my marks as an Elite Shinobi. They consisted of a large shuriken with a sickle through the center along with to long black streaks from the corner of each eye. They would take most of the day while everyone else prepared for the ceromony at sunset. As sunset approached I was waiting for the Clan head to arrive with the master forged weapons of mine. As I was presented with my final weapon by the clan head his chest erupted in a bloody gore as what i beleive to be a tail as black as night erupted from his chest. All I could think of doing was taking revenge on the creature that the tail belonged to as my master's blood rained upon me like a fine mist.

With a quick flick of my wrist a shuriken soon embeded itself in the creature's head as it dead with a screech and fell to the ground dead with my master still skerwered to the creature's tail.

"It's a black dragon" a fellow shinobi shouted frightened by the whole ordeal.

I almost had to agree with him. It was sleek which might explain why I didn't notice it untill the last minute. It's colour was that of a dark moonless night sky. The serpents teeth and claws only made it look all the more terrifying. What made me truly afraid of the serpent was the fact even in death it did not have and aura of any type. It's blood was a thing of suprise, it was acidic for it burnt the stone that the serpent lay dead.I needed to think but with all the yelling and murmuring was distracting me greatily. I lept into the darkness that surrounded the village, but as I ran in search of the waterfall I heard a low clicking growl echo but it seemed to follow me as I went, but I ignored it as I speed towards the waterfall.

Predator's Pov

I watched the creature as it slinked over the roof of the village. If it was not for the mask and it's unique vision mode I would not even be able to see the creature as it stalked.With a hiss it sped up, it's prey was spoted. I swore as it crept towards the ooman's village. They were outiside celebrating some specual event. I watched as it slowly crept towards a ooman that seemed to be presenting another rather tall ooman with what looked like a weapon.

"Oh fuck" I clicked as the serpent plunged it's tail through the ooman weapon giver. With speed i have only seen in my kind the tall ooman flicked a blade disk into the serpents skull killing it instanly. Soon after the tall ooman lept off into the forest. I though it would be best to follow it to see were it went. If i was not trained since birth I more than likly would not be able to keep up with this ooman. For a hunt this had become very troublesome, Opening my bracer i pressed a few buttons and a message was sent to the main ship advising them of what has occurred.

"Keep track of this ooman, you have your orders female do not fail this ooman may prove interesting" the reply read as it flased accross my visor.

I am a female of my race, the only time we get respect of any kind is when we are great hunters or during mating season. The male's dont dare cross us during mating season. We are very antsy as one would put it during then, I am lucky cause i have not foudn a male to stand up to me yet at mating season.

Shaking my head to get such thoughts from my head, I quickly turned my attention back onto the ooman. He had stopped at a crying moutain. What really got my attention was that this ooman was male and hung better than any male I had seen. He had stripped to was the blood from his body. For a young ooman he had alot of battle scars. This only increased my interest's