Xenomorphic

Chapter 16:Aftermath and Bonding

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"I'm so happy you're alright...my daughter."

As soon as those words registered in her ears, Subject 3's world came grinding to an abrupt halt, and time itself seemed to freeze as her mind went into overdrive. Same skin color. Identical eye color and shape. Identical hair and style. Familiar aura. An unexplainable, distinct aura of sea, earth, and weather. Possibility of being sperm donator: 78%.

Moving on from science, Subject 3's brain almost collapsed as a flood of hundreds upon hundreds of memories cascaded together in a cacophony of sights, sounds, shapes, smells, and pain. Memories of suffering, of lying awake through the night, of crying out to no-one, and of being alone in the dark, buried after years of suppression, exploded to the surface.

Perhaps illogically, Subject 3 did the only thing she could think of.

It was a good thing Poseidon was a god, or the fist with all the power behind it would've made his head explode. Luckily, all it did was send him crashing through the God of Medicine's palace and out onto the streets of Olympus.

Apollo came rushing around the corner of his home, the sounds of destruction bringing him away from his private time. He froze as his scary cousin came stalking out of the hole in the wall of her medical room. She ripped off her nightie (that was put on her by Athena), and then ripped her off the plain, cotton panties (also put on her by Athena), and dropped both articles of clothing to the floor without breaking stride.

The Sun God shivered. That girl was not happy, and if there was anything that he had learned from Artemis, angry girls were not safe to be around. Especially ones born form the loins of one of the Big Three.

Poseidon rubbed his jaw, wiping off the ichor that trailed down it. A father was often proud of a daughter that could punch, and he was no different, but damn that had hurt. Judging from the sound of approaching footsteps, this beating was not over. That was okay, though. The Sea God had been mad at his father, too, and had gotten his pound of flesh from Kronos.

He deserved this for not being there for his daughter. His Percy...was that her name now? He refused to call her 'Subject 3,' the disgusting mortal name.

Subject 3 stalked out of the rubble of Apollo's palace, a complete emotional wreck. Her body shuddered and her lips trembled. Her teeth were grinding together like gears in a machine. Pools of poisonous green gathered at the base of eye sockets, threatening to spill over.

Both parties ignored the stunned onlookers.

The girl glared at her supposed 'father,' before screaming and blurring in front of, delivering a devastating haymaker to the man's left cheek, causing his entire head to ripple from the force. The instant his daughter's fist connected, Poseidon dissolved both of their bodies into mist, and reassembled them at his hardly-used palace on Olympus.

Then physics kicked back in and the god busted down a wall.

It appeared to be the dining hall. Daughter was upon father once more, delivering jab after bone shattering jab into his gut, torso, and just upper body in general. Even as his godly organs were ruptured, and his bones turned into powder, Poseidon did not defend himself.

Instead, he wrapped his daughter in a hug, ichor spilling from his mouth. She responded by digging her claws into his back, digging deep into his divine flesh, spilling more golden blood. Subject 3 lashed out with her tail, stabbing the man in the back multiple times, painting the floor gold each time she brought her tail back out.