Xenomorphic

Chapter 14:Genocide!

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Deep within bowels of the Hell of known as the School, was the generator room. Built deep beneath the earth, massive machines whirred and grinded with a deafening thrum. Drawing on geothermal energy buried even deeper, this cavernous outcropping of space provided power to the entirety of the School. Most of the machines were operated by computer because the temperature in there was well over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, but the School still had to have maintenance personnel of some kind. Hence the genetically-engineered Erasers that were designed with an intense heat tolerance.

There were three of them in the generator room. Two were on the floor, checking the gauges and gears to make sure everything was running smoothly and nothing was wrong that their buggy systems, and the third was sitting inside the nice air-conditioned office that overlooked the dimly lit generator room.

The Eraser was calmly sitting in his rolly-chair, legs propped up on his desk, dressed in loose-fitting, breathable clothes and a hardhat. His body was as ripped as you would expect, and his face was handsome too. He was the time of man that girl would vehemently deny that they masturbated to.

He was drinking a cup of coffee to keep him awake just a little longer, since it was almost 11 at night. A newspaper was in his hands, the front page emblazoned with some article about how Christmas was in four days and stores were selling out of everything and holiday cheer was in the air, and other bullshit the werewolf-thing didn't care about.

The Eraser reached over for his coffee, bring it to his lips...before he suddenly dropped it, the mug shattering and spilling its contents all over the white-tiled floor. He bolted up right with enough force to send his chair slamming into the wall. A deep scowl marked his features, but it was his eyes that drew all attention.

Once a beautiful blue that shined and drew in females left and right, they were now a poisonous green with a slit pupil.

The Eraser's face became neutral again, and his eyes returned to their normal blue, but they seemed to have a far-off look in them. The hybrid walked out of the office, the shattered mug pieces crunching as his steel-toed boots descended upon them. He approached the emergency fire axe, shattered its glass casing with a punch, and took out the weapon.

The Eraser gave it a few swings, testing its weight. Deeming it well enough, he exited the office area, and silently entered the massive generator room. The only light came from the overhead lamps that looked like they came from ancient gold mines. The Eraser could smell his two companions; their sweaty bodies were like olfactory beacons. They were separated, one of them checking on the machine that cleaned and recycled water, the other one maintaining the gigantic gas tank.

This would be easy.

The homicidal Eraser snuck up on the water-cleaner Eraser. He raised his axe high, ready to strike. The oblivious Eraser turned around to grab a wrench...just in time to see a blade cleave right into his throat. The axe got lodged deep in to Eraser's throat, spraying blood everywhere. Death was not instant however, and the wounded Eraser tried to fight back.

The first hybrid ripped out the axe, making the injured fall to his knees, hands trying to stop the bleeding. He raised his arm up on reflex, but the falling axe cut deep into the Eraser's wrist, almost cleaving through bone. The Eraser pulled his axe back out, the injured arm falling limply to the ground. With a grunt, the third Eraser completely severed the other one's head from his body.

Blood pooled on the floor in a massive puddle.

The severed head's face was frozen forever into one of horror, specs of blood covering its face. The third Eraser was annoyed; it wasn't supposed to take that long, and now he was covered in the other one's fluids. Shaking his head, the homicidal maniac continued on with the hunt.