Predator: Amazon-Dr.

A Story by Abishai100

Graphic adventure involving Red-Mask warriors and an alien 'Predator' vying for a grip on Earth-destiny.

One extra fanfiction of Predator. Enjoy,

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Blood-diamond corruption had sullied civilization prestige regarding the hygienic extraction/circulation of precious Earth-minerals/stones, and it drew in a terrifying alien-creature known as the Predator who wanted to punish humanity by hunting them for sport in the jungles they once considered tourism-friendly, to mock them for their misuse of planet-treasures and shine. That was the nature of the Predator --- to execute errors.

The Predator traversed across a terrible space-portal to hide in the Amazon jungles on Earth, but it didn't come alone (fortunately), since the valiant space-warrior team tracking it across the universe, known as Red-Mask 'faerie-warriors' with the abbreviation-acronym (RM-FrW) came across the portal too!

RED-MASK: We'll station at the Wingate (Wyndham) hotel in the United States and prepare before trekking to South America.

AMLAN SATAN (Warrior-1): My philosophy is to shoot first and ask Predator about intentionality in the future; I'm an assassin.

ESMERELDA HARRIS (Warrior-2): I care-zero for the idea if whether or not my humanoid appearance renders me ninja-like.

DAPHNE (Warrior-3): I wear sunglasses at day, so I can (so I can) spy on my boyfriend...and hunt/kill the Predator in forests.

NINJA-RAI (Warrior-4): I should've donned a 'cool' name on Earth like Bruce, but I'm here to hunt that manslayer (Predator!).

JACKIE-O (Warrior-5): I've sharing name with American 'First-Lady' but I'm here to be a killer-hunter and despise Predator.

MARCUS DANIELS (Warrior-6): Let's use special gun I crafted; it launches knife-blades; we'll target its invisible-cloaked body.

Red-Mask 'faerie-warriors' from 'Outland(s)' donned red helmets for protection and trekked into the Amazon with the knife-blade launching handguns Marcus Daniels (Warrior-6) designed for them and went searching for the alien/invader 'Predator' who possessed dreadlocks, body-armor, arm-band weapons/cannons/lasers, and a decapitation spiral-blade launcher and could make himself invisible. Red-Mask warriors hoped they'd make 'folklore' with this helmeted hunt for this alien from the bottomless pit(s) of Hell.

AMLAN SATAN: I can smell the damn creature; I smell something like a dead serpent's blood; Predator is a hate-creature.

ESMERELDA HARRIS: I read this 'amazing' sci-fi book about alien-contact with intelligence of value(s); but it meant nothing.

DAPHNE: I've rendered an 'artistic' portrait of the Predator, and as humans will one day note, it's a 'Rastafarian' of note(s).

MARCUS: I see it (sort of); it's invisibility-cloaked; we can only track its movements with wind/sound and some heat for secs.

AMLAN: Just keep throwing knife-shots at it around a certain radial area around the sighted 'dragon' (Predator).

ESMERELDA: It's got glowing eyes, and we're going to throw knife-shots at its head everytime we 'spot' its yellow-light(s).

MARCUS: Trekking through this area's surely something a 'good' archaeologist would 'academically' appreciate, no?

DIARY (Amlan Satan): "Signs" of the Predator crossing-through the jungle and leaving dead-bodies of travelers/soldiers is Hell.

It's the knife (well, 'pointy-darts' more like!) launching weapon/handgun (well, arm-wrist band more like!) Marcus developed for the hunting team (Red-Mask) proved to be invaluable, as the force from heavens managed to blind, definger, and puncture its stomach enough for it to bleed its toxic/radioactive blood 'juice' all over the ground, but not before it decapitated their dear-beloved comrade from space/heavens --- the over-confident Daphne (a forever honored dart-launching war-princess of Catholic faith).

ESMERELDA: We bury Daphne's 'spirit' in the Amazon-grave(s) and cast her memory in honor of the 'crusade' to destroy evils.

Amlan rendered a sketchy-drawing of the Red-Mask warrior (androgynous) 'visage' for the South American Post for any curious journalist wondering what the Hell traversed the Amazon and left a bloody-trail of some kind of inter-species 'war' which left a sign of casualty and ugliness.

MARCUS: I've left a customized set of 'rescue-vehicle' robot-transformer toys in the Amazon cemetery for kids to find.

HOLLYWOOD REPORTER: This sign of something 'truly' other-worldly will surely make for a miracle-movie about species-diary.

AMLAN SATAN: I'm enjoying some microwave-ravioli and a hot-date with the 'Hollywood Reporter' before I depart (Red-Mask).

HOLLYWOOD REPORTER: Rumors surface that 'Red-Mask' soldiers from heavens attended Mummers Parade before departing.

ESMERELDA: I've left behind some yarn-flower ornaments for the Hollywood Reporter as a 'gesture' of return-interest(s).

DIARY (Amlan): If I return to Earth, it'll be to marry that beautiful journalist I encountered, and I'll make her gold-wrist-band.

Amlan did return, marry the journalist, and had a daughter ('Ezzy'), and when he was asked years later by his own 'suspicious' wife, "Are you a Red-Mask warrior, darling (tell me!)", he whispered to her, "I'm your husband, Ezzy's father, and a human patient man only on the lookout for 'real' danger(s) as I enjoy the modern Earth-society amenity of Facebook...and forget about the 'dark' past, my lady."

Amlan would see the released a special 'Alien' combat video-game series in the United States which would make him blush, remembering his days with Red-Mask, tracking an 'actual' alien (Predator) who'd not somehow forever be forgotten, through the 'certain annals' of the recesses of the universal imagination (or intuition!).