Chapter 6

Psychopathic Encounters

(Dr. Kepler POV)

"Dr. Kepler, I researched the matter very thoroughly and this is my conclusion," Jane Gigor finally confronted me in my office. I looked at her with all the patience I could muster at that moment, for my patience was already worn thin with the new developments.

I had not expected the Hybrid to fight so brilliantly against the Xenomorph. I admit, the loss of the Xenomorph was heavy.

We only had two… and furthermore, I did not think she would cause one of my workers to lose the use of his hands. When her previous cage had been opened for cleaning, the fool had used his bare hands to examine a strange sheen on her door. It was venom, probably from her saliva, and his hands were severely damaged.

(What she was doing, licking the glass wall, I cannot guess)

The Yautja in the next cell seemed to enjoy the scene of human suffering. I never thought such a scene would make an extraterrestrial laugh till it was out of breath… I thought it was dying at first, when I saw it clutching its sides, lying on the floor.

Scowling inwardly, I listened as Jane droned on, "The first Hunter we captured has already been stabilized and returned to full health. He's younger then the other one, stronger and evidently very resilient. I mean, he survived the nuclear blast."

"Barely," I finished for her, "But I see your point."

"That one caged next to the Hybrid is-"

"-You son of a bitch, I'm talking to you!"

I wince as I turn to the speaker/microphone, which is connected to Miss Rosalie's cage.

That outburst was sudden, though not unexpected. She has apparently woken from her nap. I turned down the volume of the speakers as Jane scowled, continuing, "He is a trouble maker. The other specimen is much more docile, due to the length of his captivity."

"Your point?"

"We should melt the older one down for spare parts," she replied, using a very unprofessional vernacular, "Just as we did with the Manticore. The younger specimen is all we need from the Yautja gene pool."

I think over what she has said. I am loathe to lose another specimen, after the loss of the xeno, and reply, "Your logic is sound. Let me think about it some more."

She smiles, still not satisfied, and leaves my office. I lean back in my chair and think about our current situation. An idea suddenly presents itself. An interesting idea.

It would prove to be an intriguing and informative experiment.

The Hybrid and the Yautja appear to be on terms of curiosity with each other, rather then aggression. That could easily change however, if we were to stimulate the Yautja to react negatively to her. The species has a gland which, when aggravated, looses a hormonal imbalance that causes them to go on a killing spree.

Perhaps another test run on the Hybrid's abilities would be a good way to see whether or not Ms. Gigor's concerns are well grounded.

At this moment, however, my head of security radios me, announcing, "The gun turrets on the surface were taken out. From the cauterized look of the destroyed weapons, I'd say it was a Yautja. But the thing is, we found human tracks as well. We may have a security breach."

May have a security breach? I truly work with morons...

"Secure the area. Find the problem and eliminate it," I replied casually, leaving out my sarcasm. It has never aided me in dealing with my underlings, and I don't intend on becoming an enemy of the head of my security.

As to this new development, such things have happened before, resulting in the possession of both of our newest specimens. The Yautja, undoubtedly intrigued by the largeness of the base, had trespassed, and was captured. The Hybrid, in search of her mother, had grown careless in her pursuit and made herself vulnerable to easy capture.

If this is another such intrusion, I welcome it.

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(Kanani POV)

Waking up like this is not fun. The idiot who made sleeping gas ought'ta have his ass kicked.

This is the… Oh I've lost count of how many times I've woken up after being put under like this.

Damn it, the next person that pushes that button to release that sleeping gas, I'mma hunt him down an' eat his heart!

With a groan, I sit up, making my back crack as I mumble, "bastards… ya'll cheat."

Staggering to my feet, I stretch some more. Only to find that my shirt's gone. And so are my pants. And damn it, where are my Vans shoes?!

Oh that's it.

Someone's going to pay. I'm going to rip out their eyeballs and then bury them alive. Not even going to bother killing them first...

Well, at least I've got something on. I've been dressed in a white sports bra, and a white pair of shorts that are like biker shorts. At least they cover my thighs. Barely. I guess my own clothes got destroyed during my fight with the buggy-monster. This material that I'm wearing now is thicker, tougher, and I can tell that if I were to morph, these clothes would probably serve me better, stretchier and all.

But still!

I really don't want to be a peep show… especially not to that perv of a Hunter who's sitting across from me, looking less bored.

Yeah, the "Hunter". Still no name for him.

He's staring at me, mandibles twitching, eyes unblinking as he studies me in utter blatant curiosity.

Freakin' perv.

I hiss and give him the finger, my teeth bared at him.

He reacts negatively, his mandibles spread out, his fanged mouth opening in a growl I can't hear.

Holy shit.

He gave me the finger.

On both hands.

Ok, that is it.

I yell as I leap up, trying to bash through the glass, trying in vain to shape shift.

I only get miserable pain for my efforts. My bones groan as I strike them against the glass wall, and electricity arcs through me, leaving me an angry, screaming, bestial mess as my scales appear momentarily before I'm once again subdued in my human form, slumped against the glass and miserable.

I reach up and gently, I feel at the collar around my throat. It feels like it's gotten an upgrade. Cause the minute I realize I can touch it, I try tearing it off. And I get a major shock.

Damn it. They upgraded it pretty well. Fast too. I can touch it, but when I try to morph, it shocks me. When I try to tear it off, it shocks me.

Damn it.

I look around.

I'm no longer wearing chains. Huh. I guess that's because this cage is reinforced? It's just a guess. I know I could break out of here easy in my dragon form. I know I could. If I could breathe fire, I could melt the glass. If I could spit ice, from the pit of my stomach, I could freeze the glass and break through it.

Useless, stupid, delusional fantasies.

My eyes snap over to the hunter in the glass. I shrug my shoulders at him and then tell him, "I'm sorry I was rude. I just… I'm really tired of being here. And my temper gets nasty when I'm agitated. As if you couldn't tell," I add with a grin.

Shit, I'm talking to someone who can't hear a word I'm saying and furthermore probably couldn't understand me if he did hear me.

Weird. He's lowered his hands, looking at me with what looks like… pity?

Well, my sanity's already questionable, so…

It's then that my environment changes all over again. The bottom of my cell is lowering down, taking me with it. It's a platform I guess. I hiss and growl, tensed as I look up at the hunter. He's watching me, mandibles splayed in… shock? Anger?

No idea at this point. I ready myself. Which is hard cause I have no idea what's coming.

Again, when I get out of here, I'mma kick all their asses.

The lower level I'm released into… Oh fucking shit. It's another room. Dimly lit this time. I shriek, as the platform I'm standing on turns vertical, dumping me off. With a snarl, I look around and as I'm sealed in, something else happening. There's another square of platform being lowered from the ceiling.

Oh shit. It's the hunter.

And something's wrong with him.

He's gasping on the platform, quivering and snarling, writhing in pain, chest heaving with breath, bowed over on his hands and knees.

He looks at me, and something's changed. He's no longer a curious creature, a caged companion.

Those flaming green eyes are full of savagery; the fanged mouth opens in a bellowing roar. His whole body posture is predatory.

Well shit.

He thinks I'm prey. And then, he moves, fast, angry, like a graceful, steaming locomotive.

As he charges, I ready myself. I'm just going to have to teach him a lesson.

Never mess with a pissed off Dragon Hybrid…

I eat my thoughts, however, as time seems to momentarily slow. He's rushing towards me, roaring, his muscles pumped full of testosterone and adrenaline, his eyes like green fire. There's no way in hell I'm going to be able to overpower him. He's got two full feet and at least 200 hundred pounds on me and is completely berserk at the moment.

Even in my third form, I may not survive-

Shit, I don't have time for this!

I turn and break into a quick run. All my days of running, leaping and expeditions in the mountains are paying off.

Still sucks to be me at this moment, because the bastard is gaining on me.

He's right behind me, mad with rage and murderous intent. No, definitely not interested in asking me for my number.

As I near the opposite wall I jump, using the wall as a springboard, I flip off.

Sweet!

He took my plan and made it better by actually bulldozing into the wall. I had no time to celebrate, as he turned sharply and smacked me across the room.

Bloods runs out my nose. Reflexes take over and I react violently, snarling with the pain and stand, roaring. Shit, I transitioned and didn't even realize it…

I ram right into him, nearly rebounding off of him, but quickly shift my weight as I raked my talons into his face, turning around as my tail knocks him down, and I hiss as I jump onto him and pin him, ready to release my flame into his body, to burn his flesh and render him lifeless.

Something gives me pause. It's the tiniest second, but my thoughts are moving faster then normal.

He's right there. At my mercy. I could kill him, just completely burn the hell out of him.

"He's not an enemy. He's a friend. They did something to change him. You have help him. You must, Kanani. If you don't you'll just seal your fate."

And then, I snarl as I leap off, just as he gathers his strength. As he leaps to his feet and roars at me, trying to catch me, I dodge and spread my wings to glide. I'm faster like this, thank goodness, and with my wings, I can give my legs a break as I think carefully about what I need to do.

One thing is for sure:

I'm not going to kill him.

Hell no.

I need him.

He needs me.

Ergo…

We need each other… in order to get out of here anyways. I'm desperate enough to be willing to wait and see how long this rage of his lasts.

The memory of our near escape fuels this desire in me. If I can keep him busy until he comes to his senses, (If he comes to his senses) we may stand a chance. We might even be able to at least talk, come to an agreement, something, before they gas us.

I start getting random ideas as I dodge his claws and elude his grip and his fury. There's a point in the wall that's weak. I felt it as he threw me into it. With a grin, I spin around, sucking in breath and ejecting ice right in front of his feet. He slips violently, bashing his head on the ground and I giggle as I somersault in the air, chuckling, "Oh please, Psycho, I'm not worth you humiliating yourself for me. Go find a nice… whatever-kind-of-creature-you-are girl."

Oh damn it, I'm flirting with an alien that's currently trying to kill me. Now I know I've lost it.

Oh well, sanity's overrated anyways. Besides, if I'm gonna die here, then this is my last chance to do all the flirting I never got the chance to do.

He roars as he suddenly springs into the air. Damn it, I didn't move fast enough! Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

He lands on my back, bringing me down with his sheer weight. Holy motherfucker, he's heavy and currently trying to slash apart my scales, striking me, tearing at my hair and-

Damnit get off me!

I snarl as I spiral around, spitting ice in his face. He growls as he swipes at me with his claws. He's got a tight grip on me, his legs are wrapped around my waist, I can't get him off, and as I hit the ground, tumbling painfully. He's on top, ready to kill me.

Damn it, he outweighs me by at least 200 pounds like this!

It's with fear that I face him now. He's got me pinned. There's nothing I can say, and at this point, I have one last defense, my fire. I can feel it burning in my belly, ready to leave my mouth at my command.

But I won't. If I do, then I won't ever escape here. And in that case, I may as well die.

But as I wait for my death, a strange look overcomes him.

He snarls and picks me up, putting me back on my feet before shoving me away as he stalks off, growling and making these guttural noises I can't decipher, though I can hear them very well.

I know he's not happy.

But still, he just walked off!

"Hey! Retard!" I roared throatily, beyond annoyed as I stand, straightening my wings out, I cry out. They're sore, maybe even sprained. Or broke. Crap, I hurt!

I limp over to him, scowling as I look up into his face, "Damn it! You are not going to give me the silent treatment, you Psychopath! I need you to help me get out of here, and damnit, you need me as well! Now you can either get us killed by continuing to act like a jerk, or you can- EHK!"

I gasp and then hiss, infuriated as he grabs me by the throat, his hands encircling my neck easily, looking into my face with a sharp growl before looking down.

Pervert, is my first thought before I notice that he's not looking at my body. He's looking at the shock collar, his upper mandibles tapping at the lower ones.

Looks pretty thoughtful, actually. Strange since he was such a savage only minutes ago. His grip loosens, and a flicker passes through his dark, vibrant green eyes. Suddenly, his lower mandibles pull out, the inner ones tucked in.

Hot damn.

He's smiling, I could swear...

He reaches out and his claws slice through my shock collar as he makes this rapid clicking noise, half clicking and half purring. I stare dumbly as the collar falls to the ground, making a lot of little irritated, electrical sounds.

I smile at him, "Now that's more like it," and without further ado, I set the room on fire. One point in the wall is my focus at the moment. If I can melt that down, then we're good. I suck in air and hurl fire, my eyes blazing as my throat becomes hot with the flame. I'm giving this all I got.

The Hunter growls as I focus all my concentration on that one point in the room, before he backs up and charges forward like a freight train.

The bastard just broke through the wall.

He's injured, neon green blood pouring from multiple wounds now, but he busted a hole in the wall. My wings still hurt like hell, but I know they'll heal… at least, I really hope so. I fold them as best as I can while I quickly follow him. My clawed feet scratch the floor as I race after him. Geez, I feel like crap.

He instantly kills the next person that comes into our path making me suck in air as he reaches into the man's back and-

-HOLY SHIT, IT'S A SPINE, HE RIPPED THAT MAN'S SPINE AND SKULL OUT! …Cool.

He hangs on to the dripping spine as I dart forward, setting the hallway on fire. There's a butt-load of security guards coming our way, and they're not there to give us Band-Aids for our boo-boos. It's then, amidst the smoke, the smell of fear, humans and Hunter's musk, that I smell something else.

My mother.

I pull on the hunter's arm and we head the other way as the guards deal with the fiery hallways. He chuffs, sucking in air through his mouth before snorting, his eyes widening.

I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

I do know what I'm going to call him.

Psycho.

Go ahead and laugh but you have to admit, it's better then George, or Bill and besides, it just… it suits him.

I follow my nose, sniffing delicately as I make out her scent, her fear and her rage.

Hang tight, mom, I'm coming, just hang tight!

The Hunter seems to understand, even though he doesn't know the exact nature of my problems. He tails me, as I sprint down the hallway. Oh damn. I smell humans. They don't smell happy.

I warm up my throat. Not even hellfire can stop me.

Cause I am hellfire at the moment. And as the guards troop down the hallways towards us, I roar, tail lashing as I leap to the attack.

I've never had professional training, except the small amount of Krav Maga skills my mom taught me.

But survival does not require practice at the moment.

Psycho seems to agree.

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED COURTESY OF KHALTHAR!

Ok, how do you make a non-human hybrid creature a non-Mary-Sue? That's what I'd like to know! I'm trying to make Kanani as not Mary-Sue as possible. Suggestions and criticism is welcome.

Ahem.

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