Xenomorphic

Chapter 8: Alien Vs Flock: Subject 3

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Subject 3 calmly walked into dark room, and the door behind her hissed shut.

The hybrid looked around at her surroundings. It was dark (which was very good), almost too dark for her night vision (which wasn't good.) A brief amount of concentration later and her slit pupils began to glow an eerie red.

Her infrared vision also doubled as way to see better in the dark.

The warped demigoddess frowned. It looked like she had been stuffed into a gigantic grain silo. The roof was domed, chains holding up large bars. In front of her was maze of really tall pylons.

She hummed to herself...then she entered the maze.

A few minutes of lazily walking through the pylons brought our anti-hero to the other side of the maze. Well that was boring. What was the point of bringing her here? Subject 3 highly doubted that they brought her to this place so it could be her new dwelling. That would've been cool though.

Wait...wait a second...Ah!... there was a reason for all of this crap! It so she could fight a group of bird kids hoping that they could beat her with 'teamwork!'

The idea that they thought they had a chance against her was as laughable as the fact that the Director thought that she had any power over her.

The door opened up, light spilling into the silo. S-3 retreated back into the pylon maze, merging with the shadows once more. She watched calmly as the avian hybrids entered the 'danger zone.' S-3 caught a glimpse of Batchelder before the door closed and darkness reigned.

She began to read the kids' minds, picking up their surface thoughts. Predictably, they were terrified. They were also worried that she was going to blow their heads up. That almost made the hybrid snort. When she blew that woman's head it was because she was exceedingly frustrated.

She couldn't just make someone's head explode on a whim.

Not yet.

Despite relishing in the children's fear, S-3 had learned that there was a time limit before the white-coats gassed the room. Ten minutes? Way too long. Deciding to test the water, S-3 attacked with a simple tail-whip. The tall one had some excellent hearing, since he was the one to actually hear the shift in air-currents. Every one of them had superb reflexes since all of them dodged her tail without injury.

That was new.

"Iggy!" shouted the oldest girl, Maximum Ride, "What just happened!?"

'Iggy? Who names a child 'Iggy'?'

"I don't know! I just heard something moving through the air at high speeds towards us!"

Oh my, what an astute observation! Note the sarcasm.

If they thought they were safe up there, they were dead wrong. Moving swiftly through the pylons, Subject 3 positioned herself beneath her prey. She whipped her tail up, her beloved appendage slicing through the chains. To her further impress, they all dodged her tail for the second time. The bars, however, came tumbling down into her domain.

Subject 3 idly wondered who would shit themselves if they realized that the being they were trying to avoid was currently 50 feet below them.

Regardless, since it appeared her tail was ineffective at the moment (to be fair, she wasn't going all out), she decided to use a different method. Now then, who to pick off first?

The girl?

The one that's talking?

The one with good ears?