Xenomorphic

Chapter 5: Physical Capabilities

The Fates were not happy.

Granted, they haven't been particularly happy since World War II when the Big Three children turned Europe into a giant graveyard. That had been a nightmare for the Underworld. They had almost lifted the Ancient Laws that prevented the gods from interfering with the mortal world.

But what they weren't happy about right now was that despite being able to decide the fate of mortals, they couldn't control them directly. That power lied with a far more ancient deity. As such, they could only watch as the Child of Prophecy was kidnapped by mortals and then ruthlessly experimented on, becoming a sadistic killing machine.

But that was also an opportunity.

With the mortals twisting his DNA, they unintentionally gave him more power than any demigod on the face of the planet, whether they be Greek, Roman, Egyptian or Norse. Now it was all a matter of keeping the girl from losing herself to her Xenomorphic instincts. Easier said than done, with the mortals constantly pitting her against other creatures that forced her to become animalistic to survive.

Yes, they knew what Xenomorphs were. They were there when the Hunters brought them to their planet. They had also seen what the parasitic species would do to the universe.

With her new power, she would easily be able to handle just everything that would come her way in the next ten years. But she needed to learn control, how to use it, without losing herself in a blood-bath. That's why they told her to wait instead of immediately escaping.

But they had miscalculated what would to happen to the mortals that she slayed. They had appeared in the Asphodel Fields, alerting Hades to their presence and their appearance. Now the Underworld King had sent Thanatos to investigate what was killing these things.

It wouldn't be good if Percy was revealed to the Grecian world too soon. As she was now...she would slaughter the demigods just to assert her position as alpha.

That would be detrimental to the plans they had spent the last 50 years making.

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5 Days after the Death Matches

Subject 3 couldn't stop the wave of annoyance that racked her body. After she finally got to stretch her tail and test her power, that bitch of a human gassed the entire arena with that same knockout gas as before-she was still trying to understand why the hell that stuff worked on her-and stuck her in this glorified cube.

50 feet long, 50 feet wide, and 50 feet tall. The walls were dull white, and there used to be a number of lights on the ceiling. Yeah, she destroyed those. Now the cube was shrouded in darkness. Not that that impaired her vision any.

She missed her fights. But she wasn't retarded either. She knew the exact reason why they had her fighting all of those creatures. They were trying to get her to play her hand, disclose all of her powers.

As it was, she had shown her super strength, speed, agility, and reflexes. The white-coats also knew she had a sharp tail, sharp teeth, sharp claws, and a sharp mind. They suspected she had telepathy and acidic blood, but they had yet to prove anything.

She berated herself for showing them she could excrete acid from her claws. That was a lapse of judgement that she would make sure she would never have again. Damn pride.

Her attention was drawn to the gas that was flooding in through the vents on the ceiling. Great, this gas again. Of course she had been aware of the vents on the ceiling. She found them when she destroyed the lights. They were too small for her to fit through but she wasn't really trying to escape through the vents.