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"Alex, aren’t you being a little too paranoid?"
Vanessa’s voice sliced through the tense air like a scalpel, her brows furrowed in genuine doubt. Her words weren’t meant to mock, but they carried that familiar undertone of challenge—one only someone close enough to speak her mind would dare voice.
Even if this so-called “first mutant” truly existed—some godlike being from ancient times—how could he possibly sense something as subtle as tele...
Everyone onboard the jet was caught in a strange limbo—part relief, part dread.
Relief because it felt like they might actually make it. Dread because, as Brian had said, nothing counted until they were safely on the ground.
The atmosphere inside the cabin was tense but laser-focused. All ears were on the cockpit, listening to the captain’s calm voice as he relayed every single control input and instrument reading—officially to air traffic control, but in reality, ...
Orneeba. A Secret Base.
The heavy steel doors hissed open with a mechanical whir, and the airlock’s red lights painted the dark corridor in a blood-like hue.
Footsteps echoed, slow and dragging.
"Sir!"
A voice rang out as a steward in a finely pressed suit rounded the corner. His eyes widened in disbelief, nearly dropping the datapad he carried.
"What happened to you?!"
The man before him was almost unrecognizable.
Mister Sinister—n...
[Extraction in progress…]
[Extraction successful!]
The system’s prompt rang out instantly—
and with it, the crushing, eldritch force that had threatened to swallow Alex whole... vanished.
The Crimson Gem embedded in Cain’s chest flickered once—
then disintegrated into fine scarlet dust, swept away by a breeze that came from nowhere.
Alex stumbled a step back, chest heaving.
"Hah…"
He exhaled sharply, a cold sweat clinging to his ...
In those movies—Superman Returns, Supergirl—the Kryptonians looked like they were struggling with every ounce of strength just to stop a plane from crashing.
Truth was, lifting a commercial airliner? That was easy for someone with Kryptonian strength. One hand, no sweat.
The hard part? Keeping the plane intact while doing it.
Anyone who’s seen The Boys might remember that infamous scene. Homelander—strong, invincible, arrogant—tried to save a plummeting ...
"What exactly are you planning to do?" Brian asked, already rifling through his emergency pack. His words might’ve been skeptical, but his hands moved fast, pulling out a coil of paracord.
Henry didn’t answer right away.
He jogged up to the cockpit door, knocking once before addressing the Italian pilot inside. "Cabin depressurization will only last a moment—just hold the controls steady. You got this."
Then, without waiting for a reply, he pulled the cockpi...
"Well played, Alex."
Realization dawned on Mister Sinister’s face, his expression a mix of shock and reluctant admiration. He stood there, stiffly, as if unable to believe he’d been bested so completely.
"I lost to—"
BOOM!
Before he could finish, his body exploded in a gruesome burst of gore.
Alex had simply clenched his fist, unleashing his full telekinetic force to crush Sinister into paste.
No metaphor.
No exaggeration.
Just...
"Alex."
"We finally meet again."
Mister Sinister looked down at Alex with the smug satisfaction of a victor. Normally, a man of his stature wouldn’t indulge in such petty gloating—but Alex was no ordinary foe.
This was an opponent who had matched him at every turn, second only to Apocalypse himself.
Defeating someone like that?
Even Sinister couldn’t resist savoring the moment.
The air around them was thick with tension, crackling with t...
"Have you picked a name for the baby yet?" Audrey asked softly, her fingers still curled around Henry’s hand.
Brian smiled, the memory clearly a bright spot in his mind. "If it's a boy—William. Girl—Jean."
"Lovely names," she said, returning his photo before he tucked it back into his wallet.
He looked at the photo one last time, his eyes softening, before shifting his gaze to Henry. "What about you, kid?"
Henry lifted both hands in mock surrender. ...
"You’ve really pissed me off now!"
The Juggernaut, blocked yet again by Alex, let out a roar like a wild beast. His voice was a guttural growl as he glared at Alex with murderous intent, the ground trembling faintly beneath his feet from the sheer weight of his fury.
Then—
WHOOSH!
In the blink of an eye, his massive frame accelerated like a freight train, charging at Alex with unstoppable force. Dust and debris kicked up in his wake, swirling around lik...
"Alex, be careful!"
Charles spoke gravely, his expression tense as he expanded his telepathic senses to scan the entire Xavier Institute. His face darkened almost immediately—his psychic abilities had been blocked.
It was as if an invisible barrier had locked his mind in a box, rendering his telepathy useless. The sensation was disorienting, like suddenly going blind after relying on sight for years.
"Mister Sinister!"
Charles immediately came to the conc...
You’d think that in the face of potential disaster, people would panic. Scream. Lose their minds.
Instead, everyone aboard the plane was… disturbingly calm.
Henry found it almost unnerving how collected everyone was. It should have been a good thing. It was a good thing. But something about it just felt wrong.
Well, not everyone was calm.
The flight attendant—still strapped into her seat across from him—was visibly trembling. She’d curled into her...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The earth convulsed beneath each thunderous footfall, as though nature itself recoiled from the Juggernaut’s advance. Trees snapped in half like matchsticks, birds fled the skies in frenzied flocks, and dust billowed outward in thick clouds.
The Juggernaut—towering, unstoppable, utterly monstrous—charged forward with a speed that defied physics, each step gouging craters into the ground.
Before Havok could so much as blink, the nightmare wa...
A week passed in relative calm, though under the surface, the gears of fate continued to grind.
From the peaceful green lawns of the Xavier Institute to the bustling city streets beyond, the world remained unaware of the storm slowly brewing.
Then came word from Charles Xavier himself.
Jean Grey—one of the most promising telepaths of her generation—had officially enrolled at the Institute for Gifted Youngsters. She would now be studying alongside some of Charl...
The moment they heard the roar of engines in the distance, Brian and Henry broke into a full sprint—well, Brian did.
Henry, on the other hand, pretended to run for his life. In reality, he was following at a brisk yet controlled pace, panic etched across his face purely for show.
Based on the runway's layout, their plane’s takeoff direction, and the position of the pursuing vehicles, Henry had already calculated that their enemies would have no chance of stopping the...
Jean Grey sat across from them in the modest living room, her legs crossed neatly, posture impossibly still. The sunlight filtering through the curtains touched her hair, making the faint red strands gleam like copper fire.
Despite being barely into her teens, the way she held herself made her seem older—mature beyond her years. Not with the confidence of arrogance, but with the heavy stillness of someone who had seen things no child should.
There was no nervous fidget...
After parting ways with Charles and Erik, Alex hadn’t sat idle.
Just like the two elder mutants, he'd been traveling from region to region, evaluating potential recruits and quietly building a force capable of standing against what was coming.
Jean Grey—unsurprisingly—had been flagged early in his searches.
She wasn’t the kind of mutant you missed.
But the problem with Jean wasn’t about finding her.
It was deciding what to do with her.
Beca...
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Just because they’d hit the highway and lost visual contact with their pursuers didn’t mean Henry was about to ease off the gas.
Behind him, Mark was still gripping the wheel like his life depended on it—because it did—cursing under his breath while pushing his focus past 120%.
Saying “thirty minutes to the airport” didn’t mean those thirty minutes would be relaxing.
That morning, it had taken them over three hours to reach the children’s protection ce...
Climbing back into the rear seat and shutting the door, Brian turned to Henry, who was still behind the wheel.
“How much longer until we reach the airport?”
“A little under thirty minutes,” Henry replied, eyes still locked on the road.
Brian immediately pulled out the satellite phone and dialed the pilot. As soon as the call connected, he barked,
“Get the plane on the runway. We’ll be there in thirty minutes or less. We need to take off the moment we ar...
South Korea
The wind whispered through the dense canopy, rustling leaves that shimmered like emeralds beneath the dappled sunlight. Insects buzzed lazily in the air, birds chirped overhead, and every inch of the forest pulsed with serene vitality.
It was the kind of place one might mistake for paradise—untouched, ancient, almost sacred in its silence.
But that calm was suddenly shattered.
Whoosh!
A blurred figure streaked through the trees, so fast...
“Of course, Hank. Do you have another surprise for me?”
Alex’s voice was light with curiosity, but beneath his casual tone lay a trace of anticipation. Ever since Hank had begun working on integrating the alien technologies Alex had acquired, each visit to the lab had become a source of genuine excitement.
Standing in the center of the high-ceilinged room, lit with flickering fluorescent lights and the occasional blinking of consoles, Alex raised a brow. His sharp ...
The two vehicles from the enemy convoy that had gone airborne didn’t land cleanly. In fact, they rolled across the African savanna in spectacular fashion—crashing and flipping with a level of cinematic flair rarely seen outside a Hollywood stunt reel.
And the rest of the convoy? They scattered like frightened pigeons to avoid the wreckage, swerving wildly to dodge the tumbling hulks of metal.
Honestly, these black drivers had better reflexes than movie cops. In films...
"Alright, I do have some information to share."
Under the weight of expectant gazes, Alex exhaled slowly. His voice was calm, but each word landed like a hammer. He recounted the clash between him and Nathaniel Essex—how they'd battled relentlessly for four hours, neither able to dominate the other.
The room grew eerily silent. Not a breath. Not a shuffle. Only the faint hum of the war room's ceiling lights filled the space.
A mutant who could match Alex—the o...
Nathaniel Essex. A name that, in recent centuries, had faded into obscurity—buried beneath the tides of history, erased from textbooks, whispered only in the darkest corners of mutant lore.
But in truth, Essex was far more than a forgotten scientist.
He was Mister Sinister.
Once a brilliant geneticist during the Victorian era, he had lived in the same turbulent scientific landscape as Charles Darwin himself. While Darwin's theory of natural selection ignited a f...
After witnessing what happened to the first vehicle, none of the black men in the back of the pickups dared stand up to man the mounted machine guns again.
On terrain this uneven, even those wearing seatbelts inside the cab risked injury. For the ones exposed in open truck beds with no protection, the idea of standing upright while the vehicle bounced forward was pure madness.
Still, just because the machine guns were useless didn’t mean their rifles and pistols were. ...
"Finally, a worthy opponent!"
For the first time since his rebirth, Alex felt something he hadn’t experienced in years—a surge of adrenaline that wasn’t born of danger, but of excitement.
Every battle until now had ended in seconds. Mutants, assassins, mercenaries—no matter how hyped their reputations, they all crumbled before him like sandcastles before a rising tide. Even Sebastian Shaw, the so-called king of energy absorption, had ultimately fallen without giv...
BOOM!
The western wing of the sprawling mansion gave way with a deafening roar, collapsing into itself in a swirling storm of dust, shattered stone, and splintered wood. The shockwave rippled outward, rattling distant windows and sending loose debris tumbling like leaves in a gale.
For several long seconds, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant groans of settling rubble.
Then—
CRAAASH!
A bloodied hand, fingers clawing like steel hoo...
After securing their employer and the vehicle, Bryan quickly strapped on his own vest and said to Henry, “Vest? Gun?”
“Just give me a pistol. I don’t have a free hand right now.” Henry’s foot was nearly welded to the accelerator, every nerve on edge.
Driving on rough, unpaved ground was unpredictable. One wrong guess about the terrain, and a wheel could sink into a mud pit. Best-case scenario: they’d get stuck spinning tires. Worst-case: the SUV would flip....
"Alex!"
Emma’s voice cut through the sterile air of the underground chamber, sharp with relief and certainty. The moment her eyes landed on him, that trademark calmness of hers cracked, replaced by something rare—genuine emotion.
"I knew you'd come."
Even with her powers suppressed, locked inside a reinforced glass cell, and a heavy collar dampening every psychic impulse, she had never doubted him for an instant.
From the very second her telepathic mess...
BOOM!
The deafening sonic crack tore through the air, rattling the walls of the corridor like an earthquake. In the blink of an eye, Alex was gone, reduced to nothing but a streak of motion so fast that even the gas swirling around him seemed to hesitate, frozen midair.
CRASH! CRASH!
The steel barriers sealing the passageway—each one nearly a meter thick and reinforced to withstand explosives—didn’t just dent. They were ripped out of their heavy frames as if...