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From the swirling shadow beneath the stasis pod, a figure slowly rose—small in stature, but the air around him warped with pressure, the silence crackling with unseen tension.
Aiden Blake.
He stepped forward, eyes glowing faintly, locked onto the man of armor standing atop the platform.
"What an interesting speech," Aiden said, his voice cold, amused. "Evolution and all that bullshit. Very inspiring. But here's the real question—how did you know I was here?"
The armored figure didn't flinch. He turned, expression unreadable behind the alien helmet.
"Ah, the hidden variable speaks.""You see… I didn't know you were here."
Aiden raised an eyebrow.
"Then what? Lucky guess?" he asked, half-smirking.
The figure chuckled—a low, artificial sound tinged with superiority.
"No. I do not believe in luck. I believe in patterns. In observation. In the beauty of deduction."
He began pacing slowly, as though lecturing in a grand university hall.
"The telepath—Emma Frost—was simple. A few waves of psionic dampening energy, and she was cut off like a faulty wire.""The nano-trackers in Mystique's blood? Child's play. An EMP burst could have disabled them, or—if I preferred elegance—my own nanomachines would replace hers and rewrite the signal path.""But you, Aiden Blake? You were the unknown."
He stopped in front of Aiden, towering over the boy's form.
"So I deduced."
"Several mutants displayed their abilities in public specifically in locations we had done the kidnapping. Yet records of them vanish afterward as if they never existed. Too consistent. Too clean. It wasn't many mutants… it was one. A shapeshifter."
"Mystique."
"Now, link that with her recent associations—Emma Frost. Both worked under Wanda Maximoff. A woman who helped you kill a cosmic entity. A woman you protect."
"Next—who would dare infiltrate this facility with nothing but a psychic signal and nano-technology? Only someone who knew they had an ace up their sleeve."
"Someone hidden in the shadows. Someone… like you."
He tilted his head.
"Only reasonable conclusion—Aiden Blake."
Aiden stared at him for a beat, blinking once.
"…Damn. You really thought all that up, huh?" he said, genuinely impressed. "You need a hobby."
Before more words could be exchanged, the heavy blast doors behind them flew open. Marching boots thundered in from every direction. Hundreds of armed soldiers flooded the platform—guns raised, lights focused directly on Aiden.
Red Skull strode in behind them, pistol already drawn, eyes gleaming with vindictive triumph.
"I was looking for you ever since the Doom Incident," he growled. "And now… you're mine."
Aiden didn't even look at him.
"Shut the fuck up, Red Skull. I don't have time for your cosplay and fascist one-liners."
He pointed casually at the man in armor.
"I'm talking to the real leader here."
The armored figure let out a small, approving hum.
"He understands. You never did."
Red Skull's lips curled. "We'll see how smug he is when he watches her die."
With a flick of his fingers, the soldiers turned. Their guns trained—not on Aiden—but on Mystique, still unconscious inside her pod. Her form had shifted slightly, locked in mid-transformation.
"Can you save her before a hundred men pull the trigger?" Red Skull sneered.
Aiden's hand lifted.
Snap.
Mystique vanished in a blink of light, replaced by a crackle of violet shimmer.
"Space magic. Cool, right?"
The soldiers flinched. Red Skull froze.
"Well, that's annoying," he muttered.
The armored man laughed softly. "Efficient. Expected."
"But," Red Skull said, regaining his voice, "there are still hundreds more."
The soldiers shifted again. Their guns swiveled toward the pods—rows upon rows of mutants suspended in forced slumber.
"Can you save all of them?" Red Skull taunted. "Can you teleport everyone before we paint the walls with their blood?"
Aiden's eyes flicked to the pods, lips thinning.
"…I could probably save seventy percent," he admitted. "Eighty, maybe, if I skip all the ones with wings or tail mutations. But yeah. Some would die."
He turned back slowly, voice cold.
"Still not surrendering."
"You're bluffing!" Red Skull barked, stepping forward.
"He's not," said the armored man, silencing him with a single sentence. "He understands the value of his life. You don't."
"One Aiden Blake over a hundred unknowns? It's simple math. Over the years, he'll save thousands. Sacrificing himself here is… inefficient."
Red Skull snarled.
"Fine. All-knowing genius. What's your solution, then?"
The figure didn't answer. Not with words. Instead, he lifted his arm.
A soft click echoed through the chamber.
A pod rose from the center platform—a sealed container, covered in chains of bio-metal and inscribed with glowing alien sigils. Steam hissed from its vents.
Aiden's eyes narrowed.
"…What the hell is that?"
The armored figure turned slowly, voice filled with pride and madness.
"My answer. My masterpiece."
"Oh? The thing you said would surpass me? The one meant to impress Knull?" Aiden asked, stepping closer.
"Yes," came the reply. "Knull believes you are the apex creation—able to absorb, control, and manipulate all forms of energy. A perfect conduit."
"But you are flawed. Because I did not make you."
"This… I made. And it will be superior."
The pod hissed again. A pulse of dark light rippled through the room.
"I will prove to Knull, and the universe, that the perfection of life lies not in chance mutation… but in design."
He turned his head to Aiden, a gleam of fanatic pride in his eyes.
"Behold..."
From behind a heavy, metallic gate embedded into the far wall, steam hissed and lights flickered. The ground trembled faintly as something stirred within. With a deep, grinding groan, the reinforced vault split open, revealing darkness deeper than shadow—until he emerged.
The being that stepped forward did not walk so much as he descended, each movement eerily fluid, as though gravity bent around him. Standing over nine feet tall, its frame was carved from dense, bio-mechanical muscle, armored in sleek, obsidian plates that shimmered faintly with strange, ethereal energy. Six arms hung in perfect symmetry—two massive and powerful, two lithe and clawed, and two ending in strange, spiraling appendages that pulsed with an unnatural rhythm.
Its skin was alien—neither metal nor flesh, but a fusion of both, like sculpted starlight laced with living circuitry. Along its elongated shoulders rose jagged, spiraled horns—six in total—arching backward like a crowned predator, while its face was both elegant and monstrous, with six glowing eyes burning in perfect rows. No mouth moved, yet its mere presence radiated an intelligence so cold and calculating it felt inhuman.
Across its chest was a lattice of ridged armor plates that shifted with each breath, hinting at the violent, restrained force beneath. Its spine extended into a long tail-like appendage, armored and whip-like, twitching with mechanical precision. Veins of red-gold energy pulsed through its limbs like blood made of liquid fire, illuminating the chamber with a terrifying glow.
It didn't roar. It didn't speak. It stood—silent, aware, perfect.
The room, once filled with the chatter of soldiers and whispers of fear, now fell deathly quiet. Even Red Skull involuntarily stepped back.
High Evolutionary's voice echoed, soaked in pride and triumph.
"My Magnum Opus… Alpha.
Evolution, not in stages—but fulfilled."
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