TGAgent # 145 962 01c Hannah Carter quarked into Hell with a flash of green light. She stood for a second, looking around. She'd heard rumors about this place. The creatures in that dimension were forever making enemies they couldn't handle. And now, they'd made an alien one.

Somehow, one of the lament configurations had fallen into extraterrestrial hands. It WAS bound to happen. But these extraterrestrials were different- they didn't want what Hell offered, they wanted what was in Hell. These creatures were commonly known as Predators- they hunted what people usually avoided. TCAgents usually avoided them, they were mean little bastards.

That's why Hannah was there. She was a little different from most Agents.

Hannah found her way to the remains of the Great Hall unerringly. Her instructor Rachel had taught her well. She shoved the huge door open and strutted in, acting as if she belonged there. Almost instantly, a Cenobite with a video camera in place of it's right eye slid an arm around her waist.

"We're a matched pair, babe, let's go make hellish music together." he growled, winking and grabbing her rear.

Hannah spun, hissing like a steam engine and bearing titanium-coating knitting-needle fangs that belonged in the mouth of a wild thing. Her red eyes flashed and she shoved the Cenobite away. He flew backward forty feet and made a dent in the wall. "Never touch me!" she snarled viciously.

"I'm impressed." A new voice. Hannah turned, the laser-cannon mounted into the chassis on her shoulder swiveling to lock onto the owner of that voice. Pinhead. The laser cannon deactivated, lowering into her shoulder. Hannah's eyes transformed from the red of attack posture to green. "You're not human." not a question, really, more of a observation.

Hannah nodded. She was a genetically engineered organism with the body of a human, the facial features of a cat, and enough cybernetic enhancements to make a Borg jealous. She flexed her left hand, and crystal claws sprang forth from the Predator computer module strapped there. The laser cannon on her shoulder was also Predator in design. "That's why I was sent. I've fought them before." She paused, smiling and showing those fangs again. "And I take trophies."

"< . . . a matched pair . . .>" Pinhead backed away, mouthing the word "shit." Hannah turned slowly. A figured decloaked not far away. It was a Predator. They spoke by piecing others' words together, and this one had been watching for awhile. It's eyes flashed red behind it's mask, and it flexed out it's claws. But it's cannon remained inactive. Hannah knew what this meant. It wanted to fight.

"Sure thing, baby." Hannah whispered, baring her fangs in ritual combat. She flexed her hands, her own claws coming out. She circled to the right, and the Predator followed suit, actively ignoring Pinhead. Pinhead sneaked to a safe place, and watched- this was the best entertainment he'd had in awhile. "You're screwed, you ugly motherfucker." The Predator squealed angrily, and sprang, claws extended. Hannah smiled, her eyeteeth winking from between her lips. She'd fought these things before, and knew what buttons to press. "Ugly motherfucker" was an insult that always pissed them off. The Predator was big, two feet taller and outweighed Hannah by at least two hundred pounds, but Hannah was faster. Her features weren't the only catlike thing about her. She slipped out out the Predator's way like a ghost, raking her right hand across it's exposed back. Green blood flew like water.

"Agent!" Pinhead exclaimed, pointing. The Predator rushed Hannah again, and as it ran forward, Hannah saw what hung from it's belt. The battered and dripping head of . . . Dreamer.

Tears welled in Hannah's eyes. She'd liked Dreamer. "That was my FRIEND!" Decapitation permanently killed cenobites. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Hannah screamed, springing forward, her TCAgent training deserting her as the shock of losing a friend hit her. She tackled the Predator, and the two crashed into a sculpture made from human flesh. "I'll skin you alive for that, you fucking monster!" she screeched, digging her finger claws under the Predator's chin and yanking back on the alien's helmet. The helmet went clattering across the floor, along with a fair amount of the alien's face.

The alien convulsed, throwing Hannah off. It staggered to its feet, its spiderlike face a bloody ruin. Pinhead grimaced. "Fuck, you're ugly." he said in an awed voice- and it takes ALOT to impress a Cenobite, ask Kristy Cotton. The Predator turned and pointed a shaking talon at Pinhead. "< . . . you're screwed . . . my friend . . .>" it said in a sinister voice, and the went flying ass over teakettle. It was young, and clearly knew that you NEVER turn your back on an enemy. Hannah had gotten to her feet, activated her laser cannon and shot at the Predator. It staggered slowly to it's feet, a gaping wound burned into it's chestplate. It was mortally wounded now. It touched a button on it's wrist module- another laser blast slammed into it, destroying most of it's right arm and incinerating its module.

It looked up at Hannah. Her laser cannon deactivated as she stalked forward. "I should make you suffer for what you've done..." she growled, a single tear running down her cheek. That was all she allowed herself. She'd regained her compusore as she'd fired the second time. "But I'm not like Dreamer. No one was. She may have been a monster, but she was my friend."

"She was my friend too." Pinhead said in a low voice. "She will be mourned."

Hannah grabbed the Predator by the throat. "She will be avenged." she snarled, and drove her Predator claws into the alien's face. She twisted her hand to the right, and the Predator's head was reduced to green pudding. She let the jittering carcass drop and retracted her claws. She tenderly pulled Dreamer's head off the dead alien's belt and used the energy from her RM to vaporize it. It was the least she could do for her dead friend. She walked away from the body to where the alien's hemelt had slid and picked it up. She turned.

Pinhead had followed her. Hannah held out the helmet. "I can't bring Dreamer back." she said softly. "It's not much, but it's something." Pinhead took the helmet reverently.

"She was special, and we'll all miss her. You don't make many friends in Hell." Pinhead said slowly.

"They'll think twice the next time they come here," Hannah growled. "Now Hell takes trophies too."