Xenomorphic

Chapter 10: Team Building

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January 5, 2004

Subject 3 is ten year's old

A few days after Memory Restoration

The showers

Poseidon's daughter turned the nobs, and water washed over her body. It was the most amazing feeling the girl had ever felt in her decade of life. In all of her memories, not once did she recall ever taking a bath. For some reason, the School and her past self never saw the need for one. Not even in the past four years did she take one.

From the minds of the women S-3 had read, the current feeling that was running through her body was most akin to sexual pleasure. But that made no sense since she was only ten and most girls didn't start puberty until they were twelve or thirteen. Then again, she wasn't most girls. She was a super-biological experiment that had ultra-dense skin, muscles, bones, a bladed tail, acid blood, and-

'Gah! I think too much...'

Forcefully cutting off her train of thought, Subject 3 relaxed under the stream, letting her worries and stress wash down the drain...or would have if she wasn't unintentionally picking up the thoughts of the Erasers that were 'guarding' her with their backs turned.

The shower she was in was rather small. 5x10 feet of tiled walls and floors, with an entrance that was only blocked with a rather thin curtain obscuring the view. The wolf-hybrids' natural instincts were kicking in, and the only thing preventing them from barging in here and pleasing themselves was the fact that they wouldn't get two feet in before their heads were removed.

Other than trying hypnosis, S-3 didn't see a clear option.

Clearing her mind once more, the Daughter of Poseidon lost herself in her personal waterfall. The dried blood was washed away, as well as the smell of dead bodies. She felt pure in a way that she had never felt before.

Maybe it had something to do with the water.

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About two hours later

Subject 3 was being led through the halls of the School to her new cell. She didn't care about the destination, but the journey. Walking through the white expanse, the young telepath let her mind roam free about the facility. A few days ago, she wouldn't have given a flying fish about anybody else in this damned place besides herself. But, that had clearly changed.

Now she was horrified about what this place's deeds.

The cries of agony, the screams of pain, the pleads for mercy and death...it was almost overwhelming. Children of all ages were being tortured and experimented on for any reason the white-coats could think of. Laying in dog-crates, failed experiments died slowly and painfully as the end came for them. Most of the experiments were kidnapped right off the street, most of them in the middle of the public. Some were taken as they walked home from school.

Now here they were, turned into genetic mutants, dying alone and afraid in the darkness, their only companions being the hungry rats waiting for a free meal.

Subject 3 zeroed in on the mind of a teenager, a girl of sixteen. She was brought here only a few days ago, right after her birthday. She and her friends had gone out for a night on the town, taking pictures, eating food, trying on clothes, just being normal teenage boys and girls...when the Erasers attacked.

From the panicked flashes that were her memories, the girl had watched as her friends were slaughtered, either shot or ripped apart. Her boyfriend's head was torn clean off his shoulders. For some reason, only she was left alive. An Eraser had hit her in the head, knocking her out. The final fate of her friends was most likely traveling through something's intestines and ending up as grass fertilizer.