A/N: Posted for a friend; first-time story by a 12 year old with big writer-y dreams. He'd love feedback, so please leave a review (:
The Queen entered the minds of her Horde. Three words. One instinct. Kill. Them. All. The humans had once known her as #6. She had slaughtered them all mercilessly. Even their leader, the one they called 'Weyland'. He had thought her his. He had thought wrong.
She had even slain Hunters.
She was supreme.
The hunt began again.
