The sound of a klaxon blared through Predator's light doze, instantly rousing him to full alertness. He swung out of bed, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, shaking a crick out of his back. Sleeping on such a lumpy bed would do that to you, but he had gotten used to it. He then walked over to the small sink in his cell, and splashed some of the nasty-tasting water onto his face. It washed off the sleep-gunk, and helped to wake him up more. Then he donned his clothes, just a t-shirt and jeans, and waited by the door for it to open. After a few moments, it did, and he walked out through the halls into the central yard area.

The yard was about half the size of a football field, and made of solid concrete. There was a basketball hoop in one corner, and a few people were already gearing up for a game. That was the only distinguishing feature in the yard, except for a picnic table in the center that was the only place to sit down. It was nice to get some fresher air, and Predator took the opportunity to sit down for a moment on the picnic table while he looked around. In a little while someone would come along and ask for Predator's seat, and he would go ahead and move off, but at the moment he was just enjoying the sun on his face.

The camps weren't so bad, really once you got used to them. A couple of the guards were jerks, and Predator's wrist still itched occasionally from where it got burned by the band, but other than that it wasn't all that much of an inconvienence. The only thing Predator regretted was that he was missing some school, but it was nothing that he couldn't make up later.

Predator was taking a deep breath of the morning air when he felt people begin to take the seats around his. Nobody asked him to move, however, so he stayed put, for the moment at least. The excited babble of the morning was waxing and waning around Predator, as people socialized in the early day. There wasn't much to do around the camp, though he often saw a few people setting up chess or other board games. Predator himself mainly just hung out, and excersized. He had seen what a few months of inactivity had done to some of his classmates, and he was determined not to get out of shape.

Slowly, Predator came back from his revelations, and realised that there was a general hush in the area around him. He sighed, and looked up. In front of him was Jons, and he was scowling. Jons was one of the jerk guards, but he wasn't who Predator was worried about. Jons shook his head and walked over to join the rest of the guards that formed his little pack. Behind Jons was one of the mutants that Predator had never gotten the name of, and his group. This mutant used to be able to tell people what to do, and they would do it. Even without his mutation, he was a very persuasive speaker, and his little gang had come up with him.

"You're in my seat."

"Really? Does it have your name on it? I didn't think it did, because I didn't see total retard written anywhere."

The mutant snarled and grabbed Predator's shoulders, trying to push him out of the seat. Maybe he hoped to catch Predator by surprise, maybe he was just stupid, who knew, but Predator didn't move an inch. He slowly stood up, rising well above the heads of the mutant and his small group, and then said "Like I said."

Then they attacked Predator, all of them together. It had been like that for several days, the unspoken tension, and they had finally lost their self control. They all rushed Predator together, four against one. To bad the odds were against them. Not only were they uncoordinated with eachother, none of them really had any fighting experience. Predator punched one of them in the gut, making sure not to catch him with the claws, and then spun and kicked the next one in the neck. The next guy tried to tackle Predator, but he just spun on one heel and let they man's own momentum carry him into the ground. However, while Predator's back was turned the ringleader came up with a knife he had pulled from somewhere. He reached out and stabbed Predator in the hip, and Predator whirled and slashed him across the chest with his claws.

At once, the yard exploded. People began to run away from Predator and the mutant, as they warily circled eachother. The slash Predator had given the man was big, but it was shallow and didn't do much. The knife stab, on the other hand, was bleeding profusely and hurting quite a lot. Every other step caused a extra sharp bit of pain to shoot up his side, and he was already starting to feel the slight bit of wooziness from blood loss. Predator wondered where Jons and his gang were, and why they hadn't stopped the fight, but when he glanced over to where they were they were watching and laughing. Probably placing bets on who would win, the pigs. No help there. Predator needed to end the fight fast, but he didn't want to kill the little man. A broken arm or leg or four would heal, eventually, he decided, and stepped forward quickly, inside the reach of the mutant's knife, and twisted his knife arm so that it broke with a sharp crack and the knife clattered out of his grip. Predator then kicked out with his foot, and hit the mutant on the kneecap just as he began to step forward. That cracked even louder, and he went down.

Predator turned to see Jons and his gang making their way towards him, nightsticks in hand. "Oh, so now you decide to step in. Figures." Jons and three of the beefier guys stopped about twenty feet from Predator, while the other four kept coming, looking quite menacing. The odds were now stacked against Predator, as they were all armed and very well trained corrections officers, and Predator was still losing blood. Acting quickly, he tore a strip off of his t-shirt and made a makeshift bandage. He then turned to face the guards fully. "What, he attacked me, so I defended myself? What are you guys doing, leave me alone!" They had Predator surrounded, one to the front and back, and each side. Predator had to keep turning his head to keep his eye on all of them. Lucky for him, though, that the initial attack came from the front. He saw it in time and grabbed the man's hand, using his momentum to throw him into the guy to Predator's left side. However, the other two took that moment to attack simultaneously. Predator managed to twist out of the way of the first guy's attack, but the other one knocked him on the head, and the yard faded away to black...