Xenomorphic

Chapter 19:Prelude to Lightning Thief

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Percy's age: 5

Month: January

Location: The School

A young boy sat alone in a cell-like room. He had tan skin, messy, black hair, and wore only a pair of black compression shorts that were barely long enough to not be considered briefs. Small scars dotted his small body.

The door to his cell opened, letting light stream into the dimly lit room. The boy's eyes opened, and silent gasps rang silently. Those irises were just a shade darker than Asteria's.

"Subject 3, come. It is time for your experiments."

The boy didn't move from he was on the floor, just staring at the man in the white lab coat with a dull gaze. The man stared back, playing the waiting game. His face contorted into one of frustration as he lost, and he stormed into the danger zone.

Subject 3 suddenly bolted upright, startling the man, but nothing happened. The man took a deep breath, and approached the experiment. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a shock-collar looking device, and clamped it around the five-year-old's neck.

Then he did something incredibly stupid: he turned his back on a predator.

Subject 3 kicked out, buckling the man's knee and bringing him down. Then the boy gripped the man's head and used it as leverage as he flipped over the downed white-coat. The he twisted in midair.

The white-coat hit the floor with a thud, his head facing the wrong way. The demigods, hidden to mortal sight, gaped in shock at what they just saw. A little boy, no older than six, just killed a man—and was grinning, too! This couldn't have been Asteria. She might have been really scary and screwed up, but she wouldn't have killed with a smile on her face, for no apparent reason.

Subject 3 walked out into the brightly lit hallway. Multiple shirtless men, armed with assault rifles, and another man with glasses that gave off a slightly paternal feel to him, were standing there waiting for the boy. "That makes 165 people you've killed over a nine-week period. Congratulations," the man said with a smile.

The five-year-old gave a double thumbs-up, "Yay. So what are we doing today, Jeb?"

"Testing your emotional boundaries by putting you in stressful situations regarding other human beings."

"No idea what you just said, but it sounds fun!"

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Subject 3 stared in horror at what he was being forced to do.

He was in a plain white operating room, with the white-coats staring down at from behind panes of glass. The only thing in the room was a cute girl, probably 13-or-so-years-old, bound to a metal chair with chains. S-3's orders were to kill the girl. No problem at all, really, except for one teeny-tiny crucial little detail: THIS GIRL WAS LIKE HIS BIG SISTER!

Her name was Subject 9, but she wasn't born in this place. She was captured when she was ten, and brought here to be experimented on with ant-DNA. There was nothing cosmetic about her, because the white-coats had isolated the DNA code that let ants lift things 10x their body weight. Hence the chains.

Because 9 had knowledge of the outside world, and she was a bit of an anime nerd, she referred to herself as Kyuu, and called Subject 3 'Sam.' A play on the Japanese word for three, 'san.'

"Subject 3, kill her."

The boy grunted as the shock-collar activated, pumping him full of volts. Kyuu screamed out, "Stop it! You're hurting him!" The collar deactivated, and S-3 panted lightly. "I won't do it." The collar activated again, on full voltage this time. The boy fell to the floor, writhing and screaming as bolts of electricity covered his small body.