Hi! I'm Dean :) again.

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I don't own the characters: Lex or Scar (as well as other characters that will appear eventually). I really admire its creators and respect them, this fanfic is just for fun.

Thanks again to Frida521! For helping me in the chapter :D


At the end of the fanfic I put an Author's Note, I'd like you to read it :)


predator1701 Hello again! It makes me happy that the mistakes are less noticeable, in part I owe it to my beta as she helps me a lot with the reviewing, so this can be more understandable. I think the chapters will get longer bit by bit, at first I just wanted things to just happen and I didn't worry too much with the descriptions, now my ideas are clearer and I'll try to not speed things up. About the Bad Bloods, in this chapter I'll explain some details about them and about the role that Scar and Lake would play (but I can't tell you that here because it would be a super spoiler), while Lex has an internal debate about what she really feels, but that's understandable, I guess, who wouldn't feel that way if you suddenly feel things for an alien over 7' tall? I moved away from the world of fanfiction for some reasons that I mention in the Author's Note :) Thank you very much for your comment and for the constructive criticism, I really hope to read you in the next chapter, you really motivate me a lot to continue.

RKF22 Thanks a lot! I'm very glad that the previous chapter has been of your liking. I usually review the chapters many times so that they are as good as possible, and my beta also tries very hard, so reading a favorable review is always very comforting for me. I really appreciate your encouragement, I'll try to get the next one ready a bit sooner and I hope this chapter is good for you!

NeverNeverLady Excellent! It's good that you're liking this fanfic :), translation errors are usually a headache, and in fact, at first I had to re-upload the first chapters due to some problems in the translation that turned everything into chaos. My first language is Spanish, and although my English is improving bit by bit and my beta helps me a lot, it's a relief to read that the errors aren't so noticeable! Thank you very much for your kind comment :)

Anonymous-E Hello! Thank you very much for commenting, I am very happy that you have considered the previous chapter as something good, and definitely those Bad Blood are going to be a real problem, everything will connect itself! I'll try my best :) and yes Scar and Lex are an interesting, quirky, but very interesting couple, and it's always a lot of fun to write about them, thanks again :)

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Lex's vacation had been long enough, she knew it was time to go back to her apartment and take charge of her life again, but she still couldn't leave. For three months, she hadn't heard from Scar, and she was worried about not knowing anything about him. He had gone after those dangerous hunters and Lex was afraid that something bad had happened to him. Yes, she cared for a predator that easily overpowered any man on the face of the earth.

It was a hot Saturday and she decided to accompany her sister to the mall, looking to relax a bit. As per usual, Amber took advantage of all kinds of deals, she bought some dresses, sandals and a pair of shoes. Lex was a bit more austere and she chose only a black dress with thin straps that hugged her body and marked her prominent curves very well. Later, they stopped at a fast food restaurant, a small place within the same shopping center that had turquoise blue walls and square tables. The chairs were quite comfortable but the smell of oil did not make the place very enjoyable. Lex ordered a hamburger and Amber preferred a steak with salad and dressings.

"It smells like oil, but it tastes delicious," Amber said, slicing off a portion of her steak and stuffing it into her mouth.

"I can't understand how you eat so much without getting fat," complained Lex. Her sister worked as an administrator in a small company that was in charge of the sale and distribution of dairy products, and she had no intention of doing any physical activity.

"Oh, my dear ... I already get too fat during my pregnancies, I don't think I'll get any fatter," Amber explained. Lex didn't notice how her sister was 'fat', but Amber insisted on saying that the yellow dress she was wearing hid her curves and that it gave her a more favorable image.

"You look pretty good though," Lex said, biting her hamburger.

"Yeah sure, but gallants don't tend to notice single mothers." Amber wiped a napkin in the corner of her eyes, pretending to wipe away a tear.

"The right one hasn't arrived yet. Someone who accepts you just as you are," said Lex, turning her gaze to a young couple as they laughed and chatted. The girl at one point took one of her fries and gave it to her boyfriend in his mouth while she smiled.

"Ah… young love," Amber sighed wistfully, "I was like that, just like that girl."

"And why don't you go out with that handsome fireman? Now that I remember, that man brought you some flowers last week."

"I don't know, I've my children, they are my priority... but sometimes I would like to give myself a chance" Amber smiled, imagining that man with piercing blue eyes "And what about you? Isn't there someone special?"

Lex knew Amber would bring it up at some point. "I don't know," she said. She couldn't avoid her sister forever, she was right in front of her and there weren't many places to look at: to the right side of her there was a wall and in the opposite corner there were the two lovers.

"Come on now, confess. I don't think you haven't met someone in all this time" Amber put her steak aside placing her elbows on the table and clapping her hands, encouraging her to continue.

Lex remembered all the men she had dated after the Pyramid incident. She could count them on the fingers of her hands and none had ever come to mean anything to her "I've met some men… but they're not what I'm looking for. The last of them was an engineer who could not stop talking about himself."

"I know! I hate men who won't listen." Amber took another piece of her steak and Lex took a sip of her orange juice. "What about that man you recently dated?"

Lex felt the juice coming out of her nose, so she took a napkin and made an effort to breathe while she coughed. Amber looked at her, alarmed "I haven't dated anyone," Lex said when she could finally regain her composure.

Amber was about to call 911 when Lex's face turned purple from her choking on her orange juice "You asked me for the car a couple of times, you tidied yourself up and you were very happy, in fact, I haven't seen you like that for a long time" Amber said. Up to this point, Lex wasn't aware of her own actions, had she really done all that? Yes, she had seen Scar a few times, but she felt quite normal.

Certainly, it was some details that gave her away. Nothing ever escaped Amber.

"Oh… you mean him," Lex muttered, she was hesitant to continue but as long as she didn't talk too much, everything would be fine. A big smile spread across Amber's face.

Now there came the questions.

"Yeah! You have to tell me everything. How is he?" Amber sounded somehow much more excited than Lex.

If you only knew… thought Lex "He's… a bit different, he's not from around here and he lives far away."

"Different? And how did you meet him?"

"On an expedition," said Lex, thinking of Scar again. She looked at the young couple in love and, for a moment, she imagined herself with the predator .That wouldn't work She thought bitterly. She didn't know why she always had to go back to that gloomy, dark and sinister Pyramid in the middle of nowhere.

So many nightmares, so many fears and insomnia caused by the terrible memories at some point vanished like the mist at dawn and it was all due to Scar. Remembering his presence gave her security, it was difficult to forget that he had saved her life at the cost of his. Lex could see herself being pierced by the Alien Queen's tongue-spear in the water tower… but at the right moment, Scar decided to attack the monster and get its attention to allow Lex to get out of the situation.

Still, it was crazy to spend so much time thinking about him! And she definitely didn't like to start having feelings for that… man? Macho? Predator? He was a manhunter! At the end, that was the cruel reality and as much as she had liked feeling the warmth of his very well-formed body during their goodbye hug. Her practical and always analytical sense told her that whatever had begun to emerge from her heart, it was something that she must stop.

Yes, she admired him, she respected him, and she… liked spending time with him. She felt her own self and admitted that they both had an adventurous and reckless spirit, but from there to cross a line that made her feel other types of emotions, it was something difficult to accept. And who assured her that in any case he was interested in her?

Amber refused to accept her sister's short answers, she was determined to get the truth out of her "Oh come on Lex, tell me more."

"It's not like I like him…" Lex said, trying to convince herself.

"But you thought of him, don't be shy and tell me." Amber looked at her younger sister while she was sighing with defeat, she had realized that Amber would not leave her alone until she got her answers.

Lex took care of omitting all the deadly details and visualized the image of Scar "He's very tall, very, very strong… he is dedicated to hunting things and doesn't know how to speak English very well, his face is… different"

"Different? Is he ugly?" Amber tried to connect the dots, but Lex's vague descriptions only added to her doubts.

"He has a very expressive face."

"He is ugly," Amber concluded confidently.

"No, he's not ugly," said Lex, Scar's face could really be scary, but she already felt familiar with him. "It seems like he's always thinking, as if he's analyzing everything I say."

"Hmm, he likes you," Amber said, taking a sip of her juice. "Men rarely pay attention to what we say, if he looks at you that way it's because he likes you."

"That's kinda sexist..."

Amber raised her hands as if she implored patience "It isn't, and it works for them too, if a woman pays too much attention to a man, she might like him. There are always certain details that are not repeated with all people and there are certain looks or words that reveal feelings."

Lex nodded along to each of her sister's words, was it really possible that Scar had those feelings towards her? Or maybe he was just showing her respect and she was telling herself a story.

It had been four long years since their first meeting, so many things had changed. She moved away from the ice and became closer to sports in hot climates. Scar had also matured in his own way, to the form and image of the other hunters and Lex could not suppress all the years of education they had given him. It was like trying to change the color of the sky, it was blue and it would always be like that. That was what mortified her the most.

Was it likely that he had thought about her all those years? And if that was so, why? Didn't he care how different they were?

Seeing him again only stirred her memories and rekindled her adventurous spirit. It was the equivalent of throwing a match in the middle of a pasture. And she wanted to put out that fire.

"I don't think so, maybe he's just kind." Said Lex.

"And has he looked for you in all this time?" Amber asked. As a good counselor she listened carefully to her sister before making any judgment.

"Yes... but only because his work coincided with me. He didn't come for me." The more she thought about it, the weirder he seemed. Scar's job consisted of hunting things: humans, prey… it was something he was proud of and as much as he insisted that he only hunted the strong, Lex felt uncomfortable and didn't think that would change.

"But he looked for you, he thought of you."

《He thought of me…》 Lex repeated to herself.

When they finished their meal, they headed back home. Amber parked in the driveway and soon cursed over the wheel as she remembered that she had forgotten her handbag hanging on the chair in the small restaurant.

"I won't be long, you can stay at the house if you want, my children went to play for a while at my neighbor's house, so you won't have to worry about the noise," Amber said.

"Are you sure? I can go with you if you want."

"Yeah, I'm sure, I'm just going for that damn thing."

Lex got out of the car and went into the house, took a glass of water and then headed to her room, she didn't really want to go back to the mall so she was grateful that his sister was understanding.

The small room had pale pink walls and a magenta carpet in the center, there was a closet, a dressing table and a bureau on each side of the bed. Lex leaned back and looked at a small photograph on the bureau on the left side of her bed, next to a lamp. It was Amber and her two children. She didn't keep any photos with her ex-husband, undoing every memory, message or letter. She did not want to have anything to do with him.

After a night in which he arrived drunk and hit her, Amber decided to leave him, as it wasn't the first violent attack of the man. Lex was watching a movie in her apartment when Amber desperately knocked on the door, a black eye and broken lips indicating the situation.

Days later, the man went looking for her. Amber innocently believed that she could talk to him and end the unhealthy relationship once and for all, but they had another argument, Lex remained on the sidelines, but the man, blinded by anger and loathing, with his eyes wrapped in rage, started fighting. He brought a knife and lunged at Amber, Lex managed to push him away and the man took it out on her.

As a consequence, her right arm received what was now a scar.

Lex raised her hand and looked at the mark on her forearm 《Humans are capable of horrible things too》 she thought, that reassuring her somehow. She judged predators and their hunting habits, but humans were also capable of causing harm. Kevin attacked Amber not caring that she was unarmed, not caring that she was pregnant with Emma, he just attacked her. "So, I think Scar isn't that bad," she said with a smile. She looked at her window, the sky was completely clear "What could you have been doing now?"


"It's a shame…"

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Scar had left the Aula Magna, fuming and ranting left and right, looking for something or someone to take his anger on.

Lake shrugged his shoulders dismissively "No, not really."

"Well, leave me alone," he said, he was in no mood to argue with his hunting partner, who was leaning against one of the columns in the enclosure, apparently with a carefree attitude.

The Aula Magna was a room made of huge stone blocks, it had a smooth terrace supported by two prominent columns and the entrance had a double door of a dark wood similar to cedar, carved with the image of a predator holding the head of an alien. It was at the top of a steep hill, but there were long stone stairs leading up to the place.

There, the ancients used to discuss various topics, such as which were the favorite hunting places, the types of prey that were planned to be found, the Young Blood, who were preparing for their rite of maturity, among many other things.

"It's not my fault that you were not chosen for the mission..."

No, it wasn't Lake's fault. But Scar could hardly think of anything else, he felt humiliated, that was the opportunity he had been waiting for, the opportunity to advance to a higher echelon in his society.

An elite group detected the ships of the Bad Blood predators and the chase began long before Scar and Lake crossed the reddish skies of Yautja Prime. The elite chased after Tracker and Berserker but they managed to escape and now they have found Falconer's whereabouts. The latter was the youngest Bad Blood and therefore the least experienced.

The three elite predators considered that facing Falconer would be a great opportunity to test the strength, dexterity and skill of some of the younger bleeding predators and made the decision to choose only one of them to join the select group during the time that the hunt would last. Scar had proposed, like many others of his fellows, but upon entering the Aula Magna, he only received a deep and short: No.

They did not care who his father was, at that time all the Yautja were considered equal and were only weighted regarding their hunting skills and it was not that he was bad with weapons, but they kept reminding him of his mistake.

The chestbuster.

Scar just emitted an annoying snort and walked away from Lake, he followed him, walking fast until he could match his partner's steps. "Stop following me," Scar snapped.

"I don't know what you're complaining about ... your recently a Blooded Yautja and you've already been given the right to choose a female ... that's not common." You could hear a certain envious air in Lake's voice.

Defeating an Alien Queen had some notable advantages over the other Yautja, even some experienced hunters had died against the highest honorable prey, which, far from causing embarrassment, was considered a worthy death. Nothing better than dying giving a good fight. And Scar, on his first hunt, killed a queen, along with several of its lackeys and many of the damned spawns still in their stinking eggs. "We beat a Queen, we deserved it." Was his dry reply.

"We deserved it," Lake repeated, hesitating a bit to continue, but in the end he would end up speaking, he was characterized by his overwhelming curiosity and a reckless attitude, which often got him into trouble. And unfortunately for Scar, the young predator found fun in driving him crazy. "You mean the female ooman? Is it because of her that you had decided to not woo other females?"

Scar turned abruptly towards Lake, his jaws opened furiously and an atrocious roar coming out of them. Lake just started emitting a fast half-choppy click mixed with some screeches of his own nature, clearly mocking his partner. He had no idea of how right he was. "I'm not wasting my time with you," Scar said, and kept walking.

"But you waste it learning those strange languages instead of training," Lake said, Scar was older than him and that definitely put him in command of the missions, but he was still between the thin wall of bleeding youth and experienced predator. His hunts were successful and during all those 4 years he had already made a good amount of honorable prize trophies, but as long as he did not cross that line, Lake would take the opportunity to make him lose his temper. He wanted to fight Scar, that's why he tried to provoke him, he wanted to anger him enough and thus test the strength of his limits and his own abilities. The worst thing that could happen was for him was to hit him or knock him unconscious.

Scar stopped his steps, again. He burned with anger, his blood boiled, his reserves of patience were already very, very low "I will not respond to the taunts of a Yautja who did not even have the courage to appear before the elite."

Lake's vague laugh vanished in the blink of an eye. In that case, Scar's words worked better than a good blow. "They didn't let me in," Lake declared, his spirits failing as did his desire to annoy his partner.

"We all had the same chance," Scar said, as he understood it, any young bleed could apply for the hunt. Lake denied bitterly.

"They told me that my experience as a hunter is low..."

Scar knew there was something else behind Lake's words. "I don't think so, surely something made you unworthy in front of the elite."

"It wasn't like your chestbuster… But yes, like you, I carried something." Said Lake, Scar crossed his arms, he didn't expect Lake to explain his situation, but since he was unable to close his jaws, he did. "My performance during my maturity test according to the Ancients left a lot to be desired. For them, it is better to attack head-on, look your prey in the eye, so..."

Scar looked at his partner as if he was the most vile and filthy thing "Did you hide?"

"No!" Lake exclaimed, he could be annoying and mocking but never a coward "I attacked in the front, I wanted to kill that snake, I wanted to split it in half. I struck it with my blade and its blood splattered onto the tip of my plasmacaster, rendering it useless. The best thing was to use the plasmacaster, but I wanted to show my strength."

"Using the plasmacaster would not have been honorable," Scar concluded, the plasmacaster gave some security to non-bled youth venturing into their maturity tests, but they had to use it wisely if they didn't want it to turn against them. To use it as a last resort was fine. But using it without first showing his bravery and prowess in the fight was even worse than being killed by the a xenomorph.

"At that time I didn't care about the damn plasmacaster, I used the net, I caught it in it and with my combistick, I killed it", said Lake, until now, Scar had not noticed any behavior that made his partner unworthy "Then I saw a snake go to attack one of my partners ... I wasn't supposed to intervene in with his prey, but the idiot was distracted and I attacked it. That angered the Ancients, they released more serpents and ended up killing my two partners."

"They think you're not capable of following orders," Scar said, that was the reason. As long as Lake won't show his loyalty and obedience, he would be in an even worse position than Scar's.

Lake nodded. "I know how to follow them, but at the time I don't know what happened to me." It was a regrettable mistake but to some extent, understandable.

"Well, you're under my command and you haven't failed me…" Scar didn't plan to cheer him up, but he knew how to acknowledge his actions and maybe they could even get along if Lake didn't have such a disastrous character. In the first place, that's why they gave him Lake as a partner, Scar's authoritarian character would keep the predator in check and he would learn to follow in his footsteps, acting according to the Yautja code.

And secondly, it was like a punishment for the carelessness of the face hugger, but better not mention that...

"And I don't plan on doing it," Lake said, down the last steps and stretching out his arms, "I'll get my team ready, since I can't go after that Bad Blood, I'll take it out on some oomans."

The only salvageable thing from that situation was that all the other Yautja that were not chosen would receive new weapons that would protect them in case of crossing with a deserter and could return to their hunts. That meant returning to Earth.

Scar gave him one last look to the Aula Magna. The best thing that he had instead of participating in an elite hunt was to be with the small human female that fascinated him so much and if he thought about it like that, he had come out winning. He was sure that he would have his chance to face the Bad Blood later.

Scar headed for the study building, a many-story high in stone and metal construction. It was the highest on the entire planet. You could always see the oldest Yautja sitting on the dark leather chairs, absorbed in books. After so many hunts they now preferred to nurture themselves with wisdom and pass their knowledge on to the younger generations.

You could rarely find young predators in that place, since they preferred to train, but Scar was determined to improve his English. He already knew something but it was still difficult for him to adapt his mouth to all the strange sounds. Scar explained to the Ancients that his interest was due to the fact that he wanted to converse with his prey, before blinding their lives, which turned out to be a strange and somewhat twisted idea but each predator had different ways of ending the life of their prey. And so they saw no problem in allowing him in to learn.

His biomask translator obviously made it easy for him to interpret human words, but that didn't mean he could either express himself or start a conversation. When he finally convinced his superiors, he was delighted.

He didn't want to lie but neither did he want to be involved in endless questions and very possible scolding if he revealed the truth to them.

The reason for learning the language was —until then— the remote hope of seeing Lex again. Scar went up several floors, reached the rows of shelves containing thin metal boxes that functioned as virtual books and took one of them, sitting in front of a table. And he began to read.

The entire area was in pure silence, hardly anyone entered that particular area.

So he stayed for a while, sitting alone, studying hard, until he got tired of repeating the sounds and got up to return the box to its place. There was a lot of dust and with his hand he cleaned the shelf a bit. "What is ...?" He put his hand inside the shelf, the rising dust helped him see more clearly a small booklet in the background, rotten and old. He pulled it out, he had never had one of those in his hands. It was a paper notebook.

The discovery was shocking to him, in Yautja Prime they no longer used that type of archaic binding, all the books were digital, and the paper books had been replaced and carefully stored in a safe vault, to preserve them.

Why not that book? Perhaps it was too hidden to be seen. Scar took it carefully, a part of the front paste fell apart in his grasp and he put it on the table, he then read the name on the bottom right of the cover:

"Dachande," he said aloud, which in English means 'different knife.' Scar knew who that respectable Yautja was, he was an ancient leader. He was the first to manage to defeat a Xenomorph, completely unarmed.

Why did they leave such an important book there? Scar went through the first pages, time certainly had done its part, nothing was understandable. He took several pages in one go and got to a little more than a half.

The near-ineligible date at the top right and the first-person style told him it was a diary, from a long time ago when Dachande was still an elite Yautja. "I want to think that everything I'm feeling is nothing more than a fleeting woe. That it will disappear with time," Scar read aloud.

"But what can I do? When I see her, everything disappears. Even my own judgment is evaded and forgotten, I only focus on her steps, on her figure ... she is so agile, so small, so powerful and unstoppable as a storm. My dear Da'dtou-di," he said, the name in English means 'little knife'. Scar didn't know that warrior, he had never heard of her.

Part of it was blurred and yellowish, only the beginning and the last paragraph were noticeable, which was more dedicated to the woman than to his own thoughts "My dear, there is nothing to do, I will have to learn to live with what I am feeling... No one can know that I..."

"Why are you here?" The elite predator's severe, hostile voice drowned out his own voice. There it was, facing him, silent and deadly, with an authoritative, savage, and powerful countenance. The very presence of him commanded respect, his intense gaze demanded the answer.

Scar was so immersed in reading that he didn't even hear the other Yautja's footsteps.

"I'm… reading," Scar said, that was not the answer that Wolf had expected, he was already a veteran, his skin was yellow and green, half of his face was covered by a huge scar that was caused by the acid blood of a Xenomorph and dozens of other scars covered his abdomen. He had lost the left fang of his jaw and his right eye was almost a yellowish orange color, while his left was white and blind, the product of one of his countless battles. The mesh suit covered only his chest and the loincloth had an additional protection that covered his crotch. He also had various protections on his calves, thighs, shoulders and back and did not carry as much metal as the other predators, his armor turned out to be very light and it was all he needed.

"I know," Wolf said, his body pure muscle. He was like a stealthy lethal machine. "But why?"

Scar knew exactly what he was referring to. The experienced hunter did not understand why Scar had shut himself up to read instead of training, as did the other warriors who were not chosen for the hunt.

"Curiosity," said Scar. Wolf could work as a lie detector and he didn't like seeing the young predator immersed in all those language books. Something in him told him that he was hiding something.

"Curiosity?" The elite warrior repeated, no, there was something else. Picking up one of the boxes containing the translations, he shook his head "You should be training like the others."

"I'll go now," Scar said, he got up and grabbed the small diary, stepping aside of Wolf but he stopped him.

"What are you carrying there?"

"It's a…" Lying wouldn't do any good, not to Wolf "…diary of the former Dachande leader."

Wolf stretched out his hand and Scar didn't need words to understand, he gave him the diary.

The warrior went through the pages, his eyes widened as if he had read something extremely unpleasant or something extremely secret, he roared with sudden anger and his jaws opened wide, Scar recoiled thinking that the hunter would turn on him. "Where the hell did you find this!?"

Wolf's voice didn't hide his disgust. "On one of the shelves," Scar replied.

"Go train," Wolf ordered. With disappointment and exasperation, Scar held out his hand for him to return the journal.

"Could you please return the journal to me?"

"No. I'm not giving you anything back," Wolf yelled, Scar just nodded.

"Then at least you could tell me who Da'dtou-di was," Scar asked. He had already learned the hard way that with the elite warrior it was better to always show respect and the way it looked now, the most reasonable thing was to walk away and wait for Wolf to get his ill temper back to normal. But he wanted to know who that female Yautja was.

Wolf looked at Scar, he had an interest in him, he trusted his abilities, but lately he saw him lazy and carefree and now he had found him reading those language books, following the same path that Dachande took too long to correct. He decided to tell him the truth, or else he would try to search for answers on his own "She was a Bad Blood."

"I see..." Scar said, a thousand questions formed in his mind, why would an elite warrior speak wonders of a despicable Bad Blood?

"There's no more. Don't try to find more information about that." Wolf said. Scar hesitated, Dachande's words gave him away, he had appreciated Da'dtou-di. But why?

"Alright." Scar said.

"I'm serious, Young Blood" Wolf had known Scar since he was a pup, he always showed his own opinion of things, without being intimidated and now he had accepted an order without asking more questions that he was sure he had.

"I get it." Scar looked at Wolf, the feeling that he was hiding something from him didn't abandon him.

"We chose Colt," Wolf said, hoping to exalt Scar like that.

"Good," Scar said, he was furious at first, but the truth was that he was more interested in going to Earth than going with the Bad Bloods.

Scar's passivity caused a deep resentment in Wolf, he knew that there was a rivalry between Colt and Scar, but the latter did not seem to care in the slightest. "Don't you mind not having been chosen?"

"You made a decision and I respect it. There is nothing I can do to change it." Said Scar, Wolf had given the decisive vote, his word weighed on the Yautja council.

"I expected you to train, to focus on your hunts, to learn from your mistakes. But you're just here, wasting your time."

Wolf's words penetrated deep into Scar, he knew he was disappointing him. The other Yautja gave him a look as recriminating as he was distant and Scar although didn't have a good answer, something told him that talking to him about Lex would be the worst idea he could think of. "I learned from my mistake." Scar said.

Wolf shook his head, the actions that Scar was showing were very contrary to what he was saying "Why the sudden interest in learning that language?"

Scar gulped, trying with all his might to remain calm and not show any sign that would give him away "As I mentioned before, it's just curiosity and because I want to talk to my prey" When he said this, Scar himself thought he had make no sense. Why talk to someone he was going to kill anyways?

Wolf wasn't buying that, not with his years of experience dealing with various Young Blood "Your next hunt will be on Earth" the predator noticed Scar's jaws moving in an almost imperceptible arc, a smile perhaps.

"Seems right."

"Yeah, I think so," Wolf said, he was starting to tie the stitches, but he didn't want to reach the end of the conclusion. "Are you still seeing her?"

"No." Scar answered faster than he would have wanted, he didn't notice that Wolf didn't even mention her name, he only knew that he was referring to her and inadvertently, he had messed up.

"It will be your last hunt on Earth." Wolf declared, Scar could only feel his blood drain to his feet.

"I..." he saw Wolf's cold gaze, continuing now would unleash the other warrior's anger, but he couldn't stop. "I'm almost old enough to choose the place of my own hunts."

"What does that mean?" Wolf knew it perfectly, Scar stopped being a Young Blood in the Pyramid, he rose in rank by hunting his first Xenomorph, but due to his lack of experience, Wolf continued to see him as if he were still a Young Blood.

"There are honorable prey on Earth, I won't waste the opportunity to improve."

"You're never going to get better if you keep locked up here. I will revoke your right to enter this place, I don't want to see you here again. " Wolf said. Scar glared at him.

"Is it because of what I found about Dachande and Da'dtou-di?"

"It's because you're becoming useless."

Scar snorted in anger, his voice filled with resentment. "I've been practicing until I'm exhausted every day since I returned from Earth, and my free time is spent here instead of drinking or taking walks."

There was little Wolf could say about that, Scar was trying hard, that was for sure. But he looked different, less aggressive, more thoughtful "You're following in Dachande's footsteps."

Scar understood it, and the revelation was the equivalent of feeling a sudden jet of icy water on his back. Da'dtou-di was a human and the elite predator had taken an interest in her. "Da'dtou-di was an ooman..."

"Something like that is not possible. A union like that is an abomination. Did you get it?"

Scar's mind was filled with smoke, confusion and agony. "Yes."

Wolf saw Scar's saddened look and held back the urge to hit him. Was he really that interested in the human?

Scar left the room, his hopes that they would accept Lex as his lifemate beginning to fade as at par with Wolf's words.

But he wasn't going to give up so easily. Not now that he had found her again.


Author's note:

Ooman = human (in the Yautja language)

I hope this chapter was not disappointing, but don't worry, Scar and Lex will meet again soon.

I wanted to put some clarifications at the beginning of the story, but since I like to respond to your comments and/or favorites, I thought that a much larger space was going to be filled with this author's note, so I prefer to leave the notes at the end of the fanfic :) and the most probable thing is that from now on I will leave some notes in the next chapters to make some clarifications.

Unfortunately my dog recently passed away. I loved him very much and I know that I'll miss him, he was my best friend and that is why I haven't felt very well and I decided to give myself some time to continue since my ideas had disappeared. That's the biggest reason why it took me a while to get back to continue writing.

I will try to keep posting often as this is a story I want to finish (I don't like to leave things unfinished) and I think that also helps me a little not to feel so sad, so here we go...

*I will post weekly or every two weeks.

*At first, I wanted this fanfic to go super fast and I didn't plan on doing that many chapters, but I think that would force a lot on the story and the relationship between Scar and Lex (which is incredible in itself) so I rewrote several chapters that I already had and according to me were ready, but felt too fast. I really don't think it will take me a long time to edit them. I have many ideas and things that I want to tell, so be patient, everything will connect :)

*In the part where Scar finds the diary, I based myself on some characters from a novel called: Alien vs predator: prey, which includes the characters of Machiko Nogushi (Da'dtou-di) and Dachande, which I think in the book is also called Broken Tusk. I clarify that they are NOT a couple in that novel and I modified many things about it so that they could look good in this fanfic, although I try to keep as much of the essence as possible. Credits always go to their respective authors, but the ideas in this fanfic are mine.

Writing Wolf is somewhat complicated, I don't want him to be seen as a villain but not as accessible either, so I'll try to find a balance between those two things;)

Postscript:

Your comments are always welcome and if you made it this far, I really appreciate it, happy holidays! :D