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Rookie watched with a blank expression, unsure of who was hunting who, and what exactly was going on, but he figured he'd put an end to it, so he trudges off after the pair, sighing to himself~Prologue: Claire Stanfield Voraciously Devours His Prey~
*CHOMP*
"Mm. Okay, so where was I?"
It was a beautiful, sunny day in the Big Apple. The birds were singing, the cab drivers were honking in the rush hour traffic, and the sky was in that state where the sun's just startin' to set and makes everything glow that orange color! The balcony he and his date sat on had a heckuva view, too, overlooking the Bronx and giving the two of them a birds-eye look at the world from up high. He had to remember to thank Luck for hooking 'em up with this joint later; they made the best pasta in anywhere not named Italy, and that was a fact. He couldn'ta asked for a nicer setting, or a nicer meal.
Or a nicer gal to share it with.
"Oh, that's right. So I'm chasin' this guy from the rooftops, okay? He's actually a pretty fast runner, but that's obviously not an issue for me. He's panickin', too-- it's late out, and I think he's got a feelin' there's someone after him, though I'm not exactly sure how. The guy was all dressed up in his best suit, too, so I can't imagine he was havin' the easiest time running, ya know? He even ditches his briefcase so he can kick up the pace a notch! He was real eager to get home, lemme tell ya."
"Now, you might fault me for sayin' this, but I'm takin' my time closing in on this guy. I'm havin' a blast watching him scurry, y'know what I mean? Next to readin' the funnies in the Post, this is some of the best entertainment around! You should try it sometime. Anyways, this nut runs right across the road, doesn't even look left or right before that. He finally reached his apartment, but his hands're shakin' so he's havin' trouble unlocking the door, capiche? It's cold, but he's sweatin' so he pulls out a hanky..."
"...'Least, I think it was a hanky..."
"...Come to think about it, it mighta been one of those little towelettes they give ya at fancy restaurants... either way, he stops tryn'na unlock the door to wipe his face for a sec, right? So that's when I drop down from above, right behind him. Guy doesn't hear a thing, so I lean right up ta his ear and say in my deepest, scariest voice..."
"...HEY, BUDDY! YA LEFT YOUR WALLET ON THAT BUS A COUPLE BLOCKS BACK!"
He paused to let his punchline sink in for effect.
"..."
The woman seated across from him didn't laugh. Not because she didn't find her husband's joke funny, but simply because she was unable to. She did, however, give him a small, gentle smirk of appreciation, taking a sip from her wine glass as the man's chest swelled up in pride.
"Awwww, now there's that smile I love ta see. Say, Chane, know what it is I love most about you? Not that there's any one thing that sticks out as the best-- after all, I could write a whole book about why you and I fell in love! But one thing I really, really love is the way ya always listen to my nonsensical stories all the way through. Most gals wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise 'fore they started talking about perfume or some junk, know what I mean? But not you! You're different, and special, and beautiful. Just like this pasta. This gorgeous, gorgeous pasta."
Before he could take another bite, however, his vision swirled and blackened. For perhaps the first time ever, Claire Stanfield had no idea where the heck he was.
"Ey, who turned the lights out? Chane? You there?"
*one hour of fruitless walking later~*
"Man... what'd they put in that pasta?"
(Dedicated to @Verite with love~)
***
Later still...
The Yautja was unquestionably the apex predator of its home dimension; the king of the jungle, as it were. No creature dared hunt it, and all creatures were its prey. In the Predator's home universe, there were few things more fearsome; few things that could call themselves "hunters" of its caliber.
This was not that universe.
The Predator's infrared vision suddenly registered a new presence, descending to a level tree branch from up much higher across the clearing, perched with perfect balance. From the shadows, a pair of glowing, blood-red eyes stared directly at the creature that fancied itself a hunter... and were accompanied by massive, hungry grin, one borne of sadism and malicious intent.
And as quickly as it appeared, with the faintest of rustles heralding his departure, the shadowy figure was gone... retreating into the trees with breathtaking speed, a deliberate, taunting gesture as if to say "come and get me".
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