Xenomorphic

Chapter 12: Aliens Vs Predators Part 2

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The light reflected off of Jeb Batchelder's glasses, hiding his eyes from view, but if you were to glance into them from the side, you would be frightened by the fire that burned within.

The white-coat stalked through the halls like a predator approaching its prey. His destination? The cell where the Flock was being held, hostage.

The two Erasers standing guard were dressed in full Juggernaut-armor, armed with full-auto AA12 shotguns, and equipped with bombs...for whatever reason. They had orders not to move from their positions in front of the cell door for any reason...well, unless told to by a very high-up individual.

Like Jeb.

"Leave us." His voice brokered no argument and promised death upon defiance. The Erasers nodded and walked away. Punching in the door code, Jeb entered the cell, automatic lights illuminating the space.

It was little more than a supply closet: eight feet tall, five feet wide, and ten feet deep, with six avian hybrids crammed in like sardines. Collars were strapped to their necks, the ones that exploded when a button was pressed. They all got up from their sitting or lying positions when Jeb came in.

"We're leaving."

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Artemis and her Hunters were in a state of near-catatonic shock. The things they just witnessed...unbelievable. Horrifying, even. It was bad enough knowing that all of those innocent people were about to die in a rather gruesome way (most of them were men, though, so it was fine), but...Jesus.

The brutality, the ruthless efficiency, the power.

That girl...tail, claws, super strength and speed, regeneration, impeccable fighting capability, and a complete disregard for human life. Not to mention her other attributes. Camouflaging skin that was also bullet proof, a natural hunting prowess that dominated the men like the Hunters dominated those at Camp Half-Blood, and the fact that she spits and bleeds acid. Then there were her eyes...her sea green eyes.

On a smaller note, there was also the fact she was naked and looked about eleven years old.

"M-my Lady...?"

Artemis nodded her head dumbly at the newest addition to her Hunt, "Yes?"

"Who is she?" asked the fifty-eights seconds, fifty-five minutes, twenty-three hours, three-hundred-and-sixty-four days, and fifteen-years-old Thalia Grace.

Silver eyes narrowed in thought. There was only one god Artemis could think of that could produce offspring with that shade green for eyes. The main problem with her theory was that Poseidon's child had been born with a penis...not the vagina that this girl blatantly showed. "I think, Thalia, that the girl...is Poseidon's daughter."

There were sharp intakes of breath, widened eyes, and some poor girl actually fainted. The Hunters had spent literal years searching for Poseidon's son...only to find out that he was actually a she!?

"But, my Lady," Thalia spluttered, "I thought that my cousin was a boy?"

Artemis nodded in agreement. "Take my words with a grain of salt, my Huntresses. My theory is only based on the girl's eye color. It is entirely possible that whoever or whatever this child is, her green eyes could be just a coincidence. Besides, take note of her appearance. Mortal science has advanced much in recent decades, and this could be one of their creations."