Genocide!
I believe this has waited long enough.
Content warning: extreme blood and gore, intense graphic images, and death of children.
Disclaimer: I do not own AVP, PJO, or Robotech (if anyone actually knows what that is)
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Darkness. It was all she ever saw, yet never recognized.
Pain. It was all she ever felt, yet he never processed.
Medicine. It was all she ever smelled, yet never used.
Screams. It was all she ever heard, yet never listened to.
Death. It was all she ever tasted, yet never fully took a bite out of.
She had waited six years, because she didn't know of the outside world. She had waited four years because she wanted to learn. She had waited one year to build her friendship. She had waited two months, to hone all of her powers, and senses. Now she was ready. There was nothing more for her here, nothing else to tie her down. Her loved ones had been ripped from her life, leaving a void that could only be filled with one thing: Marian Janssen's head.
Time to go get it.
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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.
He found the last obstacle easy enough, for he was heading up the stairs to the office. The Eraser hurled his axe up at the target, and the blade buried itself deep into the spine. The first Eraser screamed bloody murder at being suddenly stabbed, and all feeling left everywhere from the neck down. He whimpered as he heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the metal stairs.
The third Eraser didn't even hesitate to grab his and flip his companion over, slamming his limp body onto the stairs, making the axe blade pop out of his sternum from the back. They were both dead; now last Eraser went to work to setting up the home-field advantage.
He grabbed a blow torch from the supply room. The only entrance or exit out of this place was the elevator that descended all the way down here. In order to keep others from reversing what he was about to do, the Eraser welded the elevator doors shut, sealing others out…and himself in.
The Eraser's eyes flashed green and slitted as he walked back into the generator room. Deactivating the machines via computer would've been easily fixable by someone upstairs with a computer, but physically breaking the things wasn't so fixable.
The Eraser growled as he shifted and grew into his true, lupine form. With a bone-chilling howl, the hybrid went to town on the generators, smashing, punching, kicking, slamming, clawing, slashing, and destroying everything. Pipes, wires, and pistons were ripped to shreds. Within minutes, the entire School was experiencing systems failure and blackouts with no logical explanation.
His job done, the Eraser reverted back to his human form, completely naked because his clothes had been shredded. Alarms blared loudly and sparks flew wildly. The lights overhead flickered sporadically, fires blazed uncontrollably, and the ground shook slightly from the mini explosions dancing around.
The Eraser approached the water tank, one of the only machines not completely destroyed. He climbed up the stairs to the top of the tank, the metal cool to the touch due to its design. The hybrid unscrewed the maintenance hatch on top of the tank and opened it, revealing the boiling water within. He began to climb in, his eyes flashing poisonous green…before they faded back to blue, and awareness was present this time.
The Eraser reached up to rub his head, but since he didn't remember any of the past ten minutes, he was completely unaware of the precarious situation he had put himself in…and fell into the water tank, the hatch shutting itself immediately afterwards.
The Eraser's screams were drowned out by the final explosion that knocked out all power.
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Meanwhile
The Director and her eight scientists were in her office, discussing the past two months. Predictably, Marian had flipped shit and had every Eraser aside from Ari terminated in ways that would've impressed Pinhead when she learned what those mutts had killed the Flock. When Subject 3 let loose that screech, the Director had put the School on Omega Red Alpha and locked down everything from the toilets to her own office in the fear that the girl was about to go on a rampage.
When nothing happened, Marian sent a heavily armed security detail to check things out. They all came back alive…which was more concerning than anything.
That had led to an immediate meeting to brainstorm what had just happened. Theories ranged from something silly such as 'she saw a spider,' to something serious such as 'she began menstruating.' Unfortunately, Subject 3 had absolutely zero cooperation from that day forth. And, like a stubborn animal, refused to do anything she didn't want to, which led to a lot of frustration and stress on the Director's part.
It got so bad, she had to relieve some of that stress, which led to a lot of sore balls and tired men.
On a brighter side, the data they received from watching those Antarctic fights was a ducking gold mine. The big alien, which was assumed to be the matriarch of the species, and the Hunters were such amazing species. But goddamn Subject 3 for blowing everything up and disintegrating the corpses, technology, and the pyramid. Luckily they did get the spear thingy.
Initial tests had revealed that the entire thing was made of elements not of this earth. Study of the spear yielded conclusions that the Hunters were more into hunting than what was originally thought. The pictograms on the spear depicted a Hunter killing many animals, and the small skulls decorating the spear were similar to common rodents, yet were clearly alien in origin. The talismans and beads proved that the Hunters had a hierarchy, and the one who owned this spear was at the very top. Unfortunately, the white-coats couldn't get the damn thing to open up and become its full form.
"If we're all in agreement then," Marian said, "we'll begin further testing with the alien DNA on other subjects-"
BOOM
The School shook slightly as the explosion from the lowest floor only trembled a little up here, a few hundred feet above. The lights went out, as did every other electric component plugged into an outlet. Then the red emergency lights flickered to life…and the Director was sprinting to the security room which was down the hall.
She broke down the steel door like it was made of tinfoil, and saw a sight reminisce of a bee hive: guards were scrambling around in the red-lit room, shouting at each other as the technicians frantically typed on their keyboards. The massive display screen that used to have monitors for literally every room (even the bathrooms) was off, but it was never supposed to be off.
"What the hell is going on!?"
The scurrying came to an abrupt halt as the Director's voice thundered over everything.
"Almost all power has been cut off!"
"There's been no communication with the Machine Room!"
"Emergency generators are active!"
"All systems are unresponsive!"
"Wait! All systems?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Even those that control the cell doors?"
"Uh…yes?"
The Director's eyes widened. "Get those short-range radios on now! I want all Erasers not a part of the IT department armed and armored ASAP. Use heavy weapons and high caliber side arms. Tell every department that you can that we are now in Omega Red Alpha! And turn that damn alarm off!"
"Madam Director!"
"What!?"
"The scientists…their heartbeat monitors…they're being slaughtered…"
"Subject 3…she's loose," Marian gasped. Everyone in the security room froze when they heard. If that experiment was causing all of this, and was coming up for them…heaven help them all.
"Grah! She's currently on level 57, and we're on level 1. I don't want her going any higher than level 30, and so help anyone who fails to stop her and isn't dead. She's only one person, people, and we're an army. I want every Eraser to shoot-to-kill. Subject 3 is now officially expendable, and I expect her to be dealt with like all others that have been labeled expendable. Am I clear!?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Get every available Eraser below and above Level 57 now! I want status updates every thirty seconds, and I want every monitor/camera/surveillance device tracking Subject 3! Do not lose sight of her! You there, where's the Hunter-spear?"
"It's on level 40, ma'am!"
"Dammit, route all top forces to level 40! That's where Subject 3 will head first!"
"Madam Director, the scientists on Level 40 have all just gone cold!"
"Oh, fuck all kinds of duck!"
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Earlier, just after the Machine Room went up in flames
Level 57
All was quiet on the 57th floor, the alarms silent here. White-coats were in their offices, experiments were in their cages, and red lights were shining brightly in a circular motion along the corridors. In one hallway, there was a heavy, steel, hydraulic door built into what was once a pristine white wall that was now bathed periodically in red light.
That door opened up with hissing noise, revealing the black void within.
Soft footsteps were heard from within the room, like that of a young child walking across carpet. One leg emerged from the void, followed by another, and then a whole body. The creature that emerged from the void was a naked, female humanoid. She appeared to be about five feet tall, maybe a little over. Her skin was as black as the room she just exited, and her hair was a strange, tendril-like mass that fell neatly to her mid-back. Emerging from her upper-back were four tubes; the top tubes were longer and thicker than the one just beneath them, and where pointed up and out an angle, whereas the bottom tubes were pointed down and out at an angle. A long, slender tail in the shape of human vertebrae that ended in a vicious blade emerged from her tailbone. Small spikes protruded from her knees and elbows, and her finger were adorned with razor-sharp claws.
The girl's eyes were closed as she raised her hands and ran them through her hair, mussing up the tendrils. They neatly fell back into place, and her eyes then snapped open. Terrifying, poisonous-green eyes with vertical slits for pupils that were suspended in pools of darkness, were revealed to the world.
Subject 3 was free…and it was a long way to the top, if she wanted to kill the Director.
In an act of horrifying revenge, the girl spread her telepathy to every white-coat within her range, tearing straight through their pathetic headbands and deep into their minds, rending control of their actions from them, and over to her. As she hopped into an air vent and began her ascent to her spear, Subject 3 left a simple, yet complex, mental order in the minds of those she entered: commit suicide, painfully.
The humans and hybrids did so with manic grins on their faces.
Disturbing Images Ahead
Pandemonium ensued after Subject 3 issued her command. White-coats went insane as they found creative ways to spill their own blood, their bodies moving on their own against their will.
One man grabbed a pen and began to shove down his own throat, his gag-reflex unresponsive.
Another man was shoving pens into his own eyes, laughing as blood streamed down his face.
A woman had herself bent over her desk, shoving multiple sharpened pencils into her ass as she choked on a small ball.
A group of white-coats barreled wildly into a lab, and began to violently mutilate themselves. A man slammed his head into every glass cabinet in the lab, lodging shards into his face and splitting open his skull. He grabbed some shards and shoved them all into his mouth and began chewing. The second man had gotten on his knees, and was violently slamming the lab door upon his own skull with a grin. The third man threw open the lab's refrigerator, and grabbed a large container marked N2-L. He unscrewed the lid, mist erupting from the top…then he poured everything inside into his open mouth. The only woman in the group grabbed a bone saw and tore off her shirt, before howling with laughter as she sawed off her own breasts.
Elsewhere, a man had obtained a scalpel and was busily slicing through his throat.
A woman had taken her pocket knife—a gift from her father—and was repeatedly stabbing the side of her head with it.
Another woman got ahold of a Bunsen burner, and stabbed the nozzle into her eye. Then she turned the burner on high with a scream.
A man took a paper clip and placed it into the nearest power outlet he could find, but nothing happened because there was no power. So he ran back over to his desk, hefted up his giant 2004 computer monitor, threw it into the air, and let it come crashing down on his skull.
A woman ran into a lab and mixed several chemicals together before pouring the hazardous concoction all over her face, melting it off.
A man that had metal teeth was vigorously eating his own body, spilling his blood everywhere around him.
A man took a surgical saw, a big one, and placed it between his legs before furiously grinding on it, tearing flesh like paper.
A woman was using her keyboard as a club, and was banging it against her head, cracking her skull open every time.
Another man was using a pair of scissors to snip off bits and pieces of his penis and scrotum, making him bleed out.
A man scrambled into the behavioral modification clinic and let out a rabid German Sheppard. He laughed as it ate him alive.
A woman had taken her wooden cross, about the size of a small shoe, the one thing that gave her hope as she worked down here, and was furiously stabbing it around inside her vagina, spraying her blood all over her legs and she tore up her insides.
A man had taken a CO2 fire extinguisher and put the nozzle into his mouth, before filling himself up with death.
A woman had found a hand-held power saw, the kind with a circular blade, and slowly drew it down her front, screaming hysterically as she split herself open in a shower of blood.
All across the School, white-coats from level 99 all the way up to level 12 were butchering themselves in gruesome, horrific fashions.
However, in the lab where the combi stick was being held, two white coats remained unaffected by the mental domination of Subject 3. They were shaking like leaves though as they listened to the carnage all around them. Suddenly, the door to the lab swung open, but nothing and nobody was there.
Subject 3 erupted from the ventilation shaft above the white-coats, dragging one back into the ceiling with her. The other white-coat screamed and made a break for the open door, only to slam into an invisible barrier. Rubbing his head, the white-coat pissed himself when he saw that the door was never open, and he heard a thump behind him.
Looking up, the last thing he saw was the translucent teeth and gaping maw of Subject 3 as she clamped down on his face, before biting through skin, muscle, and bone in an explosion of matter, leaving a gaping, bleeding hole where the white-coat's face once was.
Subject 3 spat out the meat that was in her mouth, but she didn't bother wiping the blood off. There would be more on it soon enough. The girl walked over to her combi stick, which was 'secure' in a bulletproof glass box. She broke the box with a single touch.
The demigoddess reverently ran her hand over the surface of her weapon, feeling an intimate connection with the spear. Every decorative item was still in place because the white-coats wanted to keep everything in one place. She picked up her combi stick, and flipped her hand so that her palm was facing up.
The blades extended with a SHING.
Subject 3 made the blades retract, before she got curious and tested something. Putting pressure on just one side of the spear, instead of in the middle, made only that side of the blades extend, creating a sword. She tried the same with the other side, with the same success. Then she gripped the combi stick with both hands, and twisted in opposite directions.
The weapon split in two.
Subject 3 reconnected the combi stick with a neutral look. Multiple squads of Erasers were approaching, all of them equipped with body armor, m249 SAWs with under-mounted grenade launchers, night vision-equipped helmets, multiple hand grenades, and .50 caliber Desert Eagles. They also had order to kill and not capture. It would be all too easy to make one open fire on their comrades, or commit suicide by pulling their grenade pins, or blow them all up with the grenade launcher. Oh, decisions, decisions.
Looking above her, Subject 3 sensed the bio-electric signature, smelled the pheromones, felt the weight, and read the mind of the Director. She and the rest of those in the security room were watching a live feed through the Erasers' helmets as they marched up and down the stairs, converging on the girl's location.
Subject 3 smirked cruelly. They wanted to watch? She hoped they had strong stomachs.
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The main squad, over thirty Erasers strong, made it to level 40 from the above. The leader of the squad exited the stairs and moved silently to the edge of the short hallway that stairs were located in. It was completely quite, no alarms, no scientists, not even the emergency light were flashing. The leader's green vision identified that the reason for the latter problem, was that the light had been destroyed.
Leaning around the corner, the leader saw nothing out of the ordinary, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something down that hallway, and it wasn't friendly. Making a gesture with his hand, the rest of the squad came from the stairs and began to stream down the hall, taking positions alongside both walls.
The leader was the last to move, going all the way down the hall to the lab door, passing all of his men who were either on a knee or standing up. The leader got to the door, and slowly turned the handle, before throwing it open with a bang, wildly swinging his machine gun around. There was nothing in there, except for the puddle of blood that was fed by a constant drip coming from the hole in the ceiling that was centered around the ventilation shaft, the broken glass box.
There was tinkling sound, like metal bouncing against metal, before someone yelled out 'grenade!' The leader dove deeper into the lab room, and the Erasers, as per their training and body armor, flattened themselves against the wall to try and limit their surface area.
SHING
SCRAAAAAAAAAAPE
FWOOOSH
These were the sounds that the leader heard from his prone form. Not the sound of an explosion, but the sound of blades, something tearing through the walls, and then what sounded like an eruption of liquid against a solid surface. The leader slowly got up and made his way over to the door, his heart pounding and his arms shaking. Slowly, his gun barrel made its way out the lab, followed by its wielder.
The leader's arms fell limp and he dropped his gun at what he saw.
Twin trenches had been ripped through the walls, perfectly parallel to each other, and identical in width and size. The Erasers were all dead, each of them perfectly eviscerated. Ones that had been crouching were decapitated, and ones that had been standing were bisected. Blood painted the entirety of the hallway, from the floor, up the walls, to cover the ceiling. Bodies littered the place, heads rolling through the sea of intestines, and lungs, and livers, and pancreases, and other internal organs that fell out when the body was cut in half just below the rib cage.
HISSS
The leader shuddered and shook as he slowly turned his upper body to look behind him. His night vision showed revealed a girl that was hunched over, her hair completely covering her face. Behind her, a tail danced around lazily. The leader froze, before he bolted down and picked his gun up, standing upright and-
SHWELK
The tail ripped through his body armor like tinfoil, the blades pointed up. The leader gasped and choked and gurgled as the bladed tail began to slide up through his body. The leader coughed blood into his helmet, filling it up with the crimson fluid. The tail slid up his esophagus before it stopped at the base of his skull. It paused for a moment, then it ripped straight up, cleaving through bone, brains, and metal with a pop.
The Eraser fell to the ground with a plop, his guts sliding out of his mutilated corpse.
Inside the security room, many people did indeed throw up. Some gasped in shock, others gaped in horror, and the Director messaged the bridge of her nose.
Subject 3 sensed the presences of many more Erasers coming from above and below, and many experiment staying silent in their cells. Let them stay there; if they unwittingly entered the fray, the girl would cut them down as well. Bust as for the Erasers coming from below, time to set a trap.
All of the Erasers coming from below totaled as 65, and all were making their way up the stair well on the other side of the floor. Subject 3 gathered up several belts of grenades, put her combi stick in the conveniently placed crook on her top dorsal tubes where it rested without moving, and sprinted over to the other stairs at over 80 miles an hour.
She was on floor 40, the Erasers were on floor 47 and climbing. You could see and hear them making their way up here, their boots clanging against the metal. So the girl gave them a little greeting present. She pulled the pins on all of the belts she had grabbed, waited for them cook, before she dropped them down the stairs.
They all exploded right in the middle of the approaching platoon, engulfing the stairs in an inescapable inferno.
Back in the security room, the Director groaned as another swath of Erasers just flat-lined. She put a finger to her earpiece and got Ari on the horn, "Commander, take your men and occupy the 10th floor. Subject 3 is most likely on her way up as we speak, and since you're the one that killed the Flock, she'll probably go out of her way to kill you, but I trust that you'll be able to handle her with your 129 soldiers. Good luck."
Ari's face went slack. "Change of plans men, we're heading up to the 10th floor to head off Subject 3." The small army groaned, both at having to climb up 15 flights of stairs, and at having to fight Subject 3, but the about faced and sprinted back up the stair anyway.
Back with Subject 3, the young girl of eleven was leaping soundlessly up the flights of stairs, reading the minds of those conspiring above her. So Ari was going to wait for her on the tenth floor, huh? Good, that made one out of three targets easier to get to. Groves and the Director were on the first floor, which meant they were on the second floor of the above-ground facility. Those other scientists weren't anything to worry about, because they had no real involvement in Subject 3's life, but she would kill them if they entered her eye sight.
The daughter of Poseidon raced upwards. Before she came to a screeching halt on the 21st floor. There was an inferno on the lower floors slowly working its way up…why leave it down there alone?
Subject 3 burst into one of the labs on the floor she was on, ignoring the corpses that had found ways to destroy themselves. Using her knowledge on chemistry that she had taken from x-amount of crackpots, the girl whipped a simple chemical concoction that would exponentially increase the rate the fire would burn, and would 'chase after' the chemical trail like a lost puppy.
The chemical trail being Subject 3 in this case.
Satisfied that the fire would be following her shortly, the demigoddess resumed her ascent to the 10th floor uninterrupted, aside from the occasional explosion from the fire interacting with the chemicals in a lab as it burned upward.
Subject 3 reached the 10th floor and kicked down the doors with enough force to send them flying across the floor. The best thing about this floor was there was absolutely nothing on it. Top to bottom was ten feet, and side to side was 400 feet of pristine white floors, walls, and ceiling that was all bathed in dim red light.
The only thing between her and the door on the other side of the floor was a small army of 130 fully armed Erasers on their knee with guns pointed at her, with Ari standing in the middle of all of them. "Excuse me, but would you mind dying really quick please?"
The Erasers unloaded their machine guns, all one hundred something bullets ripping through the air, almost all of them hitting their intended target. Most of the mutts launched their grenades, all of them exploding within three feet of Subject 3. By the time all of them were out of ammo, the area around Subject 3 was shrouded in smoke and covered in bullet holes.
The Princess of Death walked out of the smoke like a wraith. She reached behind her and pulled out her combi stick, making the blades extend with lethal intent. Instead of trying to reload their guns, the Erasers did the stupid thing and engaged in melee combat.
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Meanwhile, during the Winter Solstice meeting on Olympus
Hades sat on his throne of bones, resting his chin on his fist. He listened with deaf ears as one of nieces or nephews droned on about the happenings of the past year. The residents of Camp Half-Blood and Artemis' closet lesbian group were present, and most of them paid rapt attention to the proceedings, giddy and excited to be in the presence of their parents.
The God of the Underworld had yet to get on board with this whole 'family-bonding' thing that Zeus had set up. During the Solstice days, the Sky God had allowed the Olympians to visit with their children until midnight. Zeus had Thalia, Poseidon was beginning to give up hope on finding Percy, and Hades had zero faith that his youngest sibling wouldn't kill Nico and Bianca with his precious Master Bolt.
Hence the Underworld God's displeasure at being here right now.
Then Hades sensed a stream of souls flood into his domain, all of them coming from one location. A ghost of a smirk, barely visible yet cold enough to freeze magma, tugged at Hades' lips. A quite chuckle escaped him at the thought of his niece finally destroying that place. A mental command to his Furies and every mortal that entered was taken straight to the Fields of Punishment.
Interesting ways that they died, though. Such deaths reminded the Dark God of Hitler's Final Solution.
His earlier chuckle did not go unnoticed however, because all conversation was stopped, and Zeus asked, "Is there something you find amusing here, brother?"
Hades' answer was as smooth as his hair, "Not here, no. But elsewhere in the world, a lot of corrupt souls are suffering the consequences of their deeds in life…and are finding no solace in my Underworld."
The Olympians just nodded slowly; Uncle Hades always did creep them out.
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The Director sighed as she watched the surveillance footage of Subject 3 literally ripping apart Erasers. Such a naughty little girl, throwing a temper tantrum like this. When this was all over, Marian was going to brainwash that brat to infancy and re-raise her to be a proper daughter. Sure the first few years would be rough, having to teach her how to walk, read, and write, but at least diaper changes, potty training, and bedwetting wouldn't be an issue since Subject 3 didn't eat or drink anything. But would boys be a problem?
The School shook lightly as another lab detonated somewhere below, that bloody fire eating through everything it came into contact with. Damn that girl, starting a fire that was killing countless experiments down there and was quickly making its way up the floors.
Looking at the person on the computer nearest to her, the Director rested her hand on their shoulder. "This facility is lost. Begin transferring data to the Ship and gas every room from here to wherever there isn't a fire." The technician nodded and began execute her orders. Marian Janssen discreetly made her way out of the security room, the top scientists slowly shuffling out with her.
"What's the plan, ma'am?" one of the asked.
The Director stopped, and the men behind her stopped as well. The woman's eyes turned bright red and her pupils elongated into reptilian slits ringed in yellow. "The plan? The plan is for all of you to die!" She whirled around, gun in hand, and put bullets into the heads of everyone but Groves. He still had that smirk on his face that never seemed to vanish.
"I want you to gather every Titan, Venom, TN-1, and every other combat experiment you can think of, and barricade the motor pool with them. You and I will be leaving for the airfield where we'll get on a plane and head for the Ship. Now go, and don't die!"
Groves nodded and bolted down the hallway.
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The 10th floor was littered with death. Only a handful of Erasers were left now, each of them barely able to stand with the amount of trembling they were doing. Watching videos of mass-murder was one thing, watching a little girl commit mass-murder with a combination of spear, tail, claws, arms, legs, guns, grenades, acid, head, body, ceiling, floor, internal organs, teeth, other bodies, limbs, and fucked up mental images…was another thing entirely.
Subject 3 hissed at the remaining Erasers. They tried to turn tail and run, but a streak of black violently removed all of their heads in a shower of blood, further giving the floor a new paintjob. Now only Ari remained.
The son of Jeb pulled out his gun and began approaching his foe, both of them stepping over bodies and sloshing through viscera. Ari had the unfortunate experience of stepping into someone's sternum, because of the gaping hole where it was supposed to be. The Princess of Death crushed more than a few skulls underfoot.
Ari unloaded clip after clip at the girl, each .50 cal bullet bouncing harmlessly off of her exoskeleton. Not even the few stray bullets that hit the front of her genitalia or her eyes had any effect. The Eraser tore off his helmet with a snarl, but the momentary blindness he had was enough for S-3 to move.
She flipped over Ari and twisted in midair, landing behind him. The Eraser whirled around, only to have a massive amount of pressure slam onto both sides of his head. His face contorted into one of anger and he tried to pry off Subject 3's hands, to no avail. The girl's eyes narrowed and her teeth gnashed together…then Ari's skull crumpled into a mess of blood and matter.
S-3 studied the corpse, before a thought hit her. She felt vindictive as she reached down and picked up Ari's Desert Eagle. Nickel-plated and shiny with standard muzzle break, and a grip made out of black pearl. It was as elegant as it was lethal. She tore a page out of the Yautja's book and took it as a trophy, strapping the gun's holster to her thigh and sliding the Eagle inside of it.
The daughter of Poseidon looked at herself. She was bathed in blood; her mouth was stained red, her nails hand been painted vermillion, her tail dripped with crimson, and her body had been dressed in scarlet. Against her black exoskeleton, and the dim red lighting, she looked like something that rose from the depths of Hell itself.
Expanding her senses, she felt nothing for those poor souls below that were either burning alive, or had been gassed with white phosphorus. The fire climbed, steadily following the chemical trail that surrounded her body. Janssen and Groves were about drive away in a—
Fuck.
Subject 3 exploded into motion, streaking through the floors in a blur of black and red. She reached the third floor, the first floor below ground level, blitzed through the halls and labs at impossible speeds, and broke down the doors to the titular motor pool. The young girl did her best to ignore the images that flashed through her mind regarding this place. They would die, they would all die…for the Flock.
The Director was about to close the door to her souped-up Humvee after Groves climbed in, but the scientist stopped when the motor pool doors were blown off. He and Marian shared a look, before the old man slammed the door, and the Humvee burned out before zooming down the tunnel to the airfield 10 miles away.
Now it was a race against time.
Subject 3 gazed around the cavern that was the motor pool. Rock walls and ceiling, high roof, concrete platform before it slid down into an area where there were about a hundred vehicles ranging from motorcycles to military tanks. There was also the small army of muscle-men between her and Groves.
The Director was driving off, but she would die in due course.
It seemed those two had pulled every resource they had. The motor pool was filled with the overly-muscular Venom-enhanced, the hulking monstrosities that were Titans, and the disgusting giants that were on TN-1. Oh God…this was annoying.
Groves smirked at this opportunity to observe how Subject 3 fought against overwhelming odds. He gestured with his arm, and the army of monsters roared, a sound that shook the cave, before they all charged at the girl less than a forth of any of their sizes.
Poisonous green eyes narrowed, and instead of committing another round of genocide via physical violence, a black foot stomped the earth, releasing a seismic shockwave that collapsed the entire area in front of Subject 3, along with many of the floors beneath it. The muscle monsters screamed as they fell into the rising inferno several floors below. Groves blinked, "Oh…"
Wait, where did Subject 3 go?
The good doctor howled as something large and sharp stabbed into his anus, and then slowly began to snake its way through his anatomy. Groves' screams turned into gags, and then into inaudible gurgles, as the invasive object erupted from the back of throat and out of his mouth.
Subject 3 raised her tail up, lifting Groves off the floor. Tongues of flame were licking up from the hole she had made. The Princess of Death flicked her tail, sending the corpse sliding off and into the fire.
The School rumbled as the seismic shockwave that was fired earlier, and the inferno, began to collapse the entire facility. Many lives were ended as the structure collapsed. Subject 3 wasted no time in hitting all-fours and blurring down the tunnel, narrowly avoiding bit of stone as it collapsed around her.
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From an aerial view of the Badwater Basin, one would shit their pants as they watched the entire thing begin to sink into the earth from a single point, like it was a bathtub and someone pulled out the drain clog.
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Meanwhile, at the Airfield
The Director smirked as she climbed into her personal aircraft, a vehicle literally straight out of science fiction. Someone high up in the Airforce had watched anime when they were young, and had put in a request to have a batch of transforming planes made. It had cost a little over $500,000,000 for each plane built, and a shit-ton of time to get the gears and systems to function correctly without malfunction or explosion, but after fifteen years, the R&D department had been happy to present Marian Janssen with four prototype jets ready and fueled for take-off, with piolets in the other three.
These prototype jets were called 'Veritechs.'
They were designed after the U.S. Airforce's Tomcats, with three different modes: 1) fighter mode, 2) guardian mode (in which the thrusters would detach to become legs, and hidden, mechanical arms would reveal themselves), and 3) battloid (in which the entire plane would transform into a humanoid robot the size of a two-story house). Each plane came equipped with six air-to-surface Hellfire missiles and six air-to-air AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles. The main weapon was the GU-11 gun pod, an under mounted cannon that doubled as the guardian's and battloid's gun as well, that fired condensed plasma rounds until the oversized cartridge ran out of energy. Secondary weapons were nose-mounted canons that also fired plasma bursts, albeit at a much smaller magnitude. Each Veritech came equipped with state of the art detection systems, shielding, communication, fuel systems, and, of course, flares.
Subject 3 zoomed out of the collapsing tunnel with time to spare, but arrived just in time to see four F-14 Tomcat-esque jets lining a runway. In the lead plane, was the most infuriating sight on earth: Marian sitting in the cockpit, giving a peace sign and a smirk before she blasted down the runway and took off into the gathering storm clouds with a boom.
The second jet soon followed, then the third. Before the fourth pilot could get rolling, the enraged telepath ripped his mind to shreds, instantly learning how to fly the Veritech. The plane began to drive, its pilot turned into a vegetable. Technicians and personnel panicked as they saw Subject 3 dart onto the plane open the cockpit and throw the pilot out onto the tarmac with a splat.
The daughter of Poseidon hopped and closed the glass. She began to flip switches, press buttons, and put on the admittedly cool helmet with red stripes on the top of it. She turned the nob on the side of the helmet, causing the built-in shades to cover her eyes. Subject 3 pulled back on the joystick, and was airborne at 200 mph.
A dogfight to destroy a city was about to begin, millions were about to die, and a daughter was about to be revealed.
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Yay! We're on a roll again with this story!
The top was graphic, and I made myself cringe with everything I came up with, but I think it shows just how ruthless Subject 3 has become.
If you think I went over the top with the fancy jet plane, I agree. But this is my story and I said 'fuck it, let's make it awesome.' If you don't like it, tough. If you have any idea what I just described and are as giddy as I am, let me know.
Finally, I need some names for Subject 3. Persephone, Thalassa, Perci, all of those have been used in every fem!Percy story ever made, even my own. I was leaning more towards something Greco/Roman. My own choice is going to be Asteria, after the Goddess of Falling Stars, but if I get something better, I will shout-out to you as the winner. Please, no Nyx. That was my first thought, but it felt cliché.
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