HIVE Mother - Chapter 2
#2 of HIVE Mother Series
Lupa might have been a good cop, once--before the change. She didn't really know, or care now--but it was an ironic thought as her new baby trampled one of the Detroit precinct's police cars--smashing in its windows with his back legs, and crashing down on top of its roof with his front pair, until the whole thing resembled an accordion.
Yeah, she was probably a good cop, she thought, smirking carelessly at the collateral damage.
She rubbed her head against her baby's chasis, her furry ears held back against her head: this was love--true love, like she'd never known, as a human. Not that bullshit that keeps you buying chocolates and flowers for someone you don't really like but don't have the guts or words to break free from--because you're so alone.
Purpose and power made everything better--even being a wolf. She would never be alone again.
Her baby beta made a tight turn and sprinted down a back alley, clearly exhuberant with his new form. She'd wiped away the terror that being a human brings with it--always afraid of change--and blessed him with a new life.
"Almost there, sweetcheeks." she cooed into his ear, his loping stride bouncing her about on his back as he panted. "Time to meet your NEW family."
Pop!
Her ears twitched. A distinctive, distant sound that she'd once been familiar with--a nine-millimeter pistol being discharged. Sounded like some law officer was getting on the family's case. Well, he'd be dead soon--one handgun and a panicked cop wouldn't cut it against a pack of four, and she'd soon be adding two more in the pack's favor.
"_Nnnn.... unh... neeeee!" _ her baby whistled and whined--anxious at the sudden silence.
"Yeah, alright, alright, I know." she muttered, peering down with her yellow, organic eyes, at his own faux mechanical ones that stared up at her, upside down--his actual vision sensors laying somewhere beneath the false, glowing similacrums that emulated his emotions.
"Slow down here, and we'll see what's up. No sense getting gunned down in a blaze of glory," she said, patting his furry lower flank.
He slowed to a halt, and sat to let her get off. Sniffing himself, he began to lick the area around his crotch and anus instinctively, despite the plating over the former. She laughed, and mused at how he'd been a prissy, germaphobe human only an hour ago, and let him squat and take a relaxing dump in the street while she surveyed the situation.
She stooped just next to some discarded cardboard boxes in the alleyway, and peered over into the next, where her family had set up its turf. There was an officer still in the street, next to it, probably covering the back of the one who'd fired the shot--she assumed this due to the lack of any visible body to indicate a fight had occured.
"Okay. Wait here." she whispered, her baby shifting position and squatting again to get the last bits of his business done--his metal legs and raised, barbed tail contrasting with the inevitable bit of biology that was taking place. "Come forward when you hear me, but don't make any sudden moves on the prey til I say."
He raised his ears and rump, strode slowly to her, and rubbed his furry head against her left thigh--the mostly animal one. She petted it, like a human would, and knelt to put hers close to him.
"Be good for momma." she whispered, in reply to his soft whine.
She stood up, and surveyed the alley for ways to set an ambush. Lacking alternatives, she gave her heavy duty equipment a warmup--digging her nails hard into the brick wall of the building on her right.
She began to climb. The robotic joint flexing of her silvery left leg reminded her of her mechanical heritage, with its distinctive sound. She had enough mastery of her nanites that she could probably reprogram them to make it less obtrusive, or even grow herself a new, organic leg, over time--but she kind of liked the satisfaction of being part death machine as well. It gave humans more pause for shock when they saw her.
Lifting herself over the rooftop, she planned her next move. A board bridging two buildings would be too much of a cliche to hope for, so she took a running start, and lept to span the gulf between her side of the street and the officer's. Catching the edge of the building with her right, metal arm, and feeling a rush of adrenaline, she began to haul herself up.
There was a gutter on this building, and it made her work easier. She scaled it down into the alley the officer was standing guard over, and quietly began to creep up behind him.
"Can I help you, Officer?" she whispered to herself, grinning sinisterly. Ducking behind a set of dumpsters, she grabbed a stray tin can, and chucked it up against a wall. Just to make matters simpler, she also rapped on the side of the trash disposal with her fist.
Perfect. He's coming. she thought, hearing him call out: "Lieutenant, is that you?"
She waited until he was close...
Three...
...enough to give her baby a safe approach, but without making line of sight with her...
Two...
...and then raised her snout high--to the moon.
One...
The officer drew his gun, ready to fire...
"Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhwooooooooooo!" she cried, making the source of the earlier noises clear as crystal, and signaling to her baby.
The fool was just rounding the corner, and raising his weapon to her in awestruck terror, as the two-hundred pound heap of claws and metal came in at a sprint and mowed him down from the side, in one great pounce. Promptly, he grabbed the officer by the throat, bit down, and crushed his trachea.
Dead in an instant, the two of them began to have dinner--tearing at his legs, ripping open his belly to get at his liver and intestines.
They took turns having an enlivening meal from the dead police officer, while she occasionally watched for reinforcements. None came, having had the sense to flee hysterically, or else wind up like their friend.
He was a bad cop, in more ways than one. They decided not to take him home for the rest of the family.