Predator: Exodus

An Earth-prince encounters a lethal 'Predator' alien and must 'earn' a miracle-sovereignty lest the hunter decapitate all the good leaders/doctors of our worldly race.

A New Year's fanfiction of the iconic horror-adventure Predator franchise. Thanks for reading (and enjoy!), 

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Amlan Satan, the great Ivy Earth prince of cyber-comics, was fascinated by his writings of the Predator sci-fi horror-adventure media-franchise and shared his works with his friends on social-media in this post-9/11 era of great Selfie-culture networking (ha).

AMLAN SATAN ('The Prince'): The Predator comics-line reflecting the film-series in America offers 'rich' imagery (chess-IQ!).

He had this friend tied to MIT who'd been developing secretly an 'ice-gun' for the military, which he's now need quite soon, as a real/actual Predator alien from Mars had crash-landed on Earth and was set to create a hunter-mission of decapitation and invasion-minded terror mischief (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: Can I borrow this gun (please)?

The Predator, the actual Martian invader of terrifying morphology and ironic resemblance to the alien-hunter creature hell-warrior depicted in the cinema/comics 'The Prince' (Amlan Satan) was writing for, crash-landed and began his invisibility-cloaked reign of Hell and came across Satan's cyber-writes and wanted to challenge this Earth 'wizard' to a game of chess, to warrant a sovereignty or non-invasion policy and gain his own 'self-exile' status in the deep-ocean abyss of the fair (if post-9/11 era challenged) Blue Planet.

PREDATOR: Damn...you've 'matched' my queen-knight march with your rook-bishop double-line balance-act, Prince Satan.

AMLAN: Excellence, Mr. Alien; seems we've reached that 'stalemate-sovereignty' compact for your own self-exile.

PREDATOR: And (I suppose) the peace/safety/endurance of your own people and capitalist race (hmm).

AMLAN: I'm getting one of those sci-fi media 'alien-invader' chess-sets and casting this 'secret triumph' for social-media fun.

PREDATOR: Fine; congratulations; I'm retiring to the deep-ocean abyss now (forever)!

AMLAN: Good!

Amlan Satan kept the secret this actual/real alien-Predator 'being' wanted him to keep, after the chess-accord was successfully reached, and the alien/Martian did indeed retire to the deep-ocean Earth abyss as a self-exiled private 'resident' of secrecy. Amlan meanwhile began to generate cool 'chess-politics' tales on social-media about alien invaders...featuring his own lady-friend (Shelbye O'Hara) as his special Aphrodite or inspiration (wow).

THE PRINCE (Amlan Satan): This is the perfect 'rose' for this capitalist race micro-miracle in imaginarium storytelling Ego-IQ.

SHELBYE: Now that we're married, and you got my son this 'underdog' Series-set (Reds-1990) for capitalism-IQ, I'm so happy!

AMLAN SATAN: I know it; my life's complete; I'm married to you (finally) and befriended your son from your first-marriage.

SHELBYE: He really loves you, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: He'll love the Reds-Series underdog-spirit (Upper Deck) card-treasures I got him; maybe my Predator tale too!

The Predator meanwhile did (indeed) self-exile to the deep-ocean abyss, and The Prince (Amlan Satan) continued to keep his vow-of-secrecy, and meanwhile Amlan Satan continued to work with social-media to offer Earth-fantasy tales about 'wrought' capitalist race imagination about the 'quality' of developed hope(s).

“I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here” (Arthur C. Clarke).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)