Corporal Harris blinked, his vision swimming as his mind struggled to piece together what had just happened. His body felt heavy, numb even, as if he'd been submerged in quicksand. He attempted to move, but something held him firmly in place. The scorching heat of the desert sun beat down on him relentlessly, and he squinted, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
Sand. It was everywhere. But what was strange, aside from his blurry vision and pounding headache, was that only his head was above ground. The rest of his body seemed to be buried deep beneath the sand. He could barely feel his limbs.
Harris groaned, his voice dry and cracked. His mind was still hazy, fragments of memory dancing just out of reach. For a moment, panic began to set in as he tried to wiggle free, but all he could do was turn his head slightly. As he looked around, his breath caught in his throat.
He wasn't alone.
Rows and rows of people were stuck in the same bizarre predicament as him—soldiers, researchers, juggernauts, all of them buried body-deep in the sand, their heads sticking out like a field of grotesque plants. Some of the people he recognized—members of his unit—but others were even more shocking. Among the buried were secret bioweapons, top-class experimental units that were supposed to be able to wipe out entire nations in mere hours. Creatures and machines he'd only heard rumors about, now as helpless as he was, planted into the desert like helpless watermelons.
None of them moved.
Harris's breath quickened as he processed the scene before him. What kind of nightmare was this? His training kicked in, but every logical explanation fell short. Juggernauts? Buried? Bioweapons? What the hell was going on?
It wasn't just the surreal sight of so many powerful beings rendered utterly powerless that unnerved him. Something else was... off. He slowly raised his eyes, squinting against the brightness of the desert sun. A shadow loomed over the entire area, casting a strange darkness over the landscape despite the harsh daylight.
The shadow came from something massive. Slowly, painfully, Harris tilted his head back, the effort making him dizzy. His heart skipped a beat.
His eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
Behind him, parked like a colossal behemoth in the middle of the desert, was the warship. The very same warship that had towered over him in the ocean. The one that was supposed to be six times larger than any other vessel on Earth. It sat there, motionless, under the blazing sun, as if it had been dropped in the middle of this wasteland with no explanation.
The sheer size of it dwarfed everything around it. The sharp edges of its hull gleamed under the light, and Harris couldn't understand how something so large, something meant for battle on the seas, could be sitting here, in the heart of the desert. The shock of it was paralyzing.
Then, it hit him.
The memory of what happened crashed into him like a tidal wave, and his blood ran cold upon remembering.
It was that monstrous mutant!!
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Some time ago, the bottom level of the warship echoed with a thunderous crash. Noah had plummeted from the upper decks, landing with a sickening thud that reverberated through the metallic floor.
His hands and tail were wrapped tightly around the necks of three juggernauts, their massive, armored bodies limp in his grasp.
For a moment, everything was still. Then, with an almost casual grace, Noah rose to his feet, his eyes scanning the lifeless forms dangling from his hands and tail.
"Oh," he muttered, a look of disappointment crossing his face. "They're useless now."
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the juggernauts to the ground. Their bodies hit the floor with a resounding thud, like fallen trees in a silent forest. Dust kicked up from the impact, settling around the massive figures who, moments ago, had been considered unstoppable forces of destruction.
The soldier, standing nearby, felt his blood run cold the second his gaze fell upon Noah. He couldn't explain it, but something deep within him screamed in terror.
But why?
They had dragged this man all the way here with ease, right? He was supposed to be contained, restrained. So why did every fiber of his being tell him that Noah was a threat?
His mind raced, heart pounding in his chest. Instinctively, his hand inched toward the emergency alarm button strapped to his wrist—a failsafe for situations just like this. But before he could make contact, Noah's voice boomed through the room, sending an icy chill down the soldier's spine.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait there, young lad! Let's not be hasty right now, okay? You might miss something important if you press that button."
The soldier froze. Noah's voice, cold and sarcastic, echoed in his ears, and despite the mocking tone, the man knew one thing for certain—if he pressed that button, his life would be over. Swallowing hard, his voice trembled as he stammered, "W-what would I miss?"
Noah flashed him a bright smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Well, thank you for asking but," Noah began, leaning forward slightly.
"Let me answer your question with another one." He paused dramatically, striking an almost theatrical pose. "Do you want to see something cool?"
The soldier blinked, confused, but before he could respond, something strange began to happen. Noah bent over slightly, and for a moment, it looked like he was... puking?
No!! It was more like burping. But what came out of his mouth wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination.
It was a white, ethereal mist, swirling and forming into what could only be described as a small ghost.
A ghost of himself!!!??
The soldier's hand hovered over the alarm button, trembling. He knew he should press it, knew he had to call for backup, but the bizarre scene in front of him had him frozen in place, mesmerized.
After all, how many times does one witness a man burp a ghost into existence?
Few moments passed, then few more. By the time Noah was done, thirty mini versions of himself hovered in the air around him. They had his face, his long spiky hair, but everything under was that of a ghost!!
Like some twisted version of Casper the Friendly Ghost—if Casper was grade A psychopath who drop kicks grandmas for breakfast!!
The soldier could only stare in horror as Noah's army of mini ghosts surrounded him, wondering what the hell is happening in front of him
The mini white ghosts surrounding Noah were anything but orderly. Some were dozing off, lazily floating around in midair, while others were picking fights with each other, talking shit and throwing punches.
A few were complaining loudly, saying they were hungry and demanding food. And then there were the ones ogling the female prisoners, their faces flushed with a cartoonish blush as they ogled with shameless lust.
It was pure chaos, a scene of disorganized, mischievous mayhem.
Suddenly, Noah's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos like a whip. "Attention!!"
The ghosts froze in their tracks, their eyes snapping toward Noah as they hovered in place, wide-eyed. They might have been disobedient, but they recognized when their creator meant business.
"Everyone make two lines! One on my left and one on my right, now!!" Noah yelled the order like a drill sergeant, his voice sharp and commanding.
The ghosts scrambled, immediately splitting up and floating into two somewhat uneven lines, one
on either side of Noah. As they rushed to get in position, Noah kept yelling, "Hip, hip, hooray!!" as if it were some kind of rallying chant.
Within moments, they were hovering in place, more or less aligned, two neat-ish lines of miniature Noahs with ridiculous grins on their faces.
Satisfied, Noah nodded approvingly. "Alright, listen up, maggots," he continued, pacing in front of the floating lines. "Here's your orders. There are like six, seven floors on this warship, and I want you to go up there and knock everyone out without harming them too much."
"I need lots of bodies for my experiments, so no killing, also at some point take the hot looking Asian doctor with you and let her point the good people from the bad one ok? got it?"
The ghosts all nodded eagerly, their eyes wide with excitement from the thought of fighting someone.
Noah added, " After you finish meet me back here when you're done. Any questions?"
One of the ghosts, floating toward the front of the line, raised his tiny hand. "Yes, Mini Me Number 3, what is it?" Noah asked.
With an overly enthusiastic voice, the ghost asked, "Boss, how are we supposed to knock people out if with the slightest touch we go kaboom? Aren't we gonna end up killing ourselves and whoever we touch like that?"
All the other ghosts nodded in unison, murmuring in agreement. They, too, were concerned about the whole exploding and interrupting their fight problem.
Noah grinned at them. "Ahh, good question, Number 3. But you don't need to worry about that! I've tweaked the formula of the technique I used to make you guys."
"You won't explode until I trigger it myself. So, don't worry! Go knock out as many people as you want without blowing up!"
The ghosts all sighed in relief, then nodded enthusiastically, ready to carry out their chaotic orders.
"Now, get to it!" Noah barked, grinning wickedly as his army of mini-ghosts floated toward the hole he had just come through, eager to wreak havoc on the ship.
"Wait second, did he says we won't explode UNTIL he does it?!!" One of the ghosts said but he was ignored and dragged through the hole together with the other ghosts.
It took mere seconds before the chaos erupted. The sounds of gunfire, panicked shouting, and terrified cursing echoed from the floors above.
Soldier One: "AAAAAAAA! GHOSTS! GHOSTS! WHAT THE HELL!!"
Soldier Two: "What the hell are you standing there for? SHOOT THEM! SHOOT THEM!!"
Soldier Three: "THE FUCK YOU MEAN SHOOT THEM?! THEY'RE GHOSTS, YOU DUMBASS! BULLETS WON'T WORK!!"
Soldier Four: "MOMMY, I WANT TO GO HOME!!"
Meanwhile, the maniacal, bloodthirsty laughter of Noah's spectral minions filled the air as they tormented the hapless soldiers.
Ghost One: "Hold him still so I can kick him in the balls!!"
Ghost Two: "Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself."
Ghost Three: "TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF DEATH!!"
Ghost Four: "Ka… mi… ha… mi...!"
The face of the soldiers who were on the prison level was already pale with fear, drained of whatever color was left as they listened to the screams of their fellow soldiers and the twisted laughter of those psychotic ghosts.
Sniff, sniff…
A small, tearful sniff pulled the soldiers attention from the chaos above. Glancing away from the ceiling, they saw the towering figure of the mutant——wiping the edge of his eyes.
"I'm so proud of them," he said, voice filled with a bizarre blend of nostalgia and pride. "They're just as bloodthirsty and cruel as their creator. Is this… is this what it feels like to be a parent?!"
His words, so absurd in the middle of this nightmare, left the twenty of them, those responsible for guarding the prisoners—frozen in place.
The sheer madness pouring off him made it laughable to even consider fighting back.
If there were a Worldwide Championship for Deranged Men, they would nominate this monster without a second thought.
Amid the faint echoes of gunfire, laughter, and shouts of terror coming from upside, they could hear it. Soft, muffled high pitched sobs, coming from down here from one of the nearby cells.
The soldier's stomach churned with unease. they knew exactly who was locked in there. After all they had helped capture most of them.
They were Mutant children they captured!
The children were some of the special cases, abducted from their families, their abilities seen as useful to the twisted experiments they conducted here.
Without meaning to, his head drifted toward the cell where the crying came from. Then, to the soldiers horror, he began walking toward where the cries came from.
Noah's steps were unhurried, casual, as if strolling through a park. He paused at the cell, listening to the sobs with a curious tilt of his head. "Well, well... What do we have here?"
The soldier's heart sank as Noah grinned wide, his teeth flashing. "I can't believe it… You even kidnaped kids ?" he muttered, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "That's just sad. Don't you know that children are our future etc etc? "
Without hesitation, Noah grabbed the cell door, effortlessly crushing the metal like it was soft clay trying to get a better look on what inside.
But the moment the door fell apart, alarms blared throughout the entire warship.
I guess the deafening sirens didn't sit well with this guy because his grin vanished, and the look on his face was replaced with an ancient, furious madness.
His eyes, once a warm brown, turned a blinding white, an unsettling glow radiating from them as though some primal force had taken over him .
"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!!" he roared.
The very ship seemed to tremble at his voice, as if hit by a thousand tsunamis at once. They could feel the vibrations through the floor, through their bones, like the whole warship was about to collapse under the weight of his rage.
And for a split second—maybe it was their nerves or maybe it was something else—they swore that they saw a white, flame-like energy flickering around him. But surely, that had to be their imagination... right?
buzz buzz boom
Out of nowhere, every electronic device around us began to hum with a low, ominous buzz. For reasons they couldn't understand, the lights overhead flickered wildly, casting chaotic shadows across the floor.
their heart pounded as I felt a strange pressure in the air, a building tension that made their skin crawl.
The buzzing grew louder, vibrating through the walls and the metal underfoot. It wasn't just the alarms; it was everything—our communicators, the surveillance screens, even the temperature controls in the room. Every single electronic device was caught in whatever was happening.
Then, with a collective pop, every fuse blew at once.
Sparks flew from the control panels, and in that terrifying moment, the prison cells lining the walls snapped open with a metallic clank, one after another, like some invisible hand had flipped every lock simultaneously.
Seeing this, my slipped away from the alarm button, stiff as a board. I stood there, frozen, praying to any god who might listen that the monster wouldn't notice me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement, every other guard had done the same thing.
No one made a sound. Weapons were quietly lowered, and we all stood as still as statues, hoping we could blend into the background.
"That's better," Noah said with a satisfied nod, turning his attention back toward the prison cell.
He shook his head in disgust. "Damn. They're treating these kids like animals. How can you cram so many of them into a ten-by-ten room? I can't even take a step in there with all of them piled up like that."
His eyes roamed over the prisoners—dirty, ragged, too weak and bloodied to even move.
"And look at them—hungry, tired, reeking. But... why? Shouldn't they be keeping them healthy if they're planning to experiment on them?"
He suddenly turned, locking eyes with one of the guards next to me. "You. Explain."
The poor guy went pale, his face draining of all color as he shakily stepped forward. His legs wobbled like they might give out at any second, barely supporting him.
He kept his gaze on the floor, too terrified to meet Noah's eyes. "T-the head of the base ordered us to cut back on the prisoners' rations," he stammered, his voice trembling. "To weaken them. Make them easier to control during experiments. They wouldn't have the energy to resist."
A heavy silence settled over the room. I could feel the temperature drop as Noah's expression darkened. Veins pulsed visibly on the side of his head, and the very air around him seemed to thicken, warping as if reality itself was bending under the weight of his fury.
The guy who had spoken must've felt it too, because he started panicking, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "Look, man, I was just following orders! If you want to get mad, get mad at the head researcher and his crew! They're the ones calling the shots here!"
The soldier's desperate plea only made things worse. The tension in the air became even more suffocating, and the sense of doom unmistakable.
Every one of us could feel death closing in on him, and from the look in his eyes, he knew it too.
"Who cares anyway?" the guard blurted, desperation in his voice.
"They're mutants! They can survive without food for weeks! I didn't do anything wrong! Even if they're kids, mutants aren't really human anymore, so I—"
Pop.
He didn't even get to finish. One second he was there, pleading for his life, and the next—he was gone. Reduced to nothing more than a fine, red mist. No scream. No struggle. Just... gone.
And the worst part? That damned mutant didn't even move. He just looked at him, and the guy was gone—erased from existence like he was nothing.
Seeing that, the reality hit us hard. We knew, in that instant, we were next. There was no escape. No bargaining. No mercy.
With trembling hands, we all silently came to the same conclusion. This was it. We were dead men walking. So, together, we raised our weapons, ready to make our final stand—no matter how hopeless it was.
We were halfway through pulling the triggers when he spoke—a single word, cold ,murderous, and held powers from outside this world.
"Kneel."
Suddenly, an overwhelming force crushed down on us. It was like an invisible weight, suffocating, pinning us to the cold metallic floor. We had no idea what was happening—just that it felt like every elements in this room turned against us which made even breathing difficult.
What is this power?
This is very different from the other mutants i encountered throughout the years!!
Its as if the law of the universe forcing me to kneel to him as if it was the most natural thing ever!!
Step.
Step.
Step.
The heavy sound of his footsteps echoed as he approached, a towering shadow looming over us. I couldn't move, none of us could. Somehow, through sheer will—or maybe some twisted miracle—I managed to lift my head just enough to glimpse him.
There he stood, taller than life, his face shrouded in darkness. In his arms, he held a mutant child with the features of an ugly bird who was on the verge of death.
Again and clearly this time i saw the outline of some kind of energy swirling around him, a vibrant unending energy that made him look like a divine being.
That energy started surrounding the child in his hand, healing and repairing him at unbelievable speed!
I could see the cuts and bruises heal and lost limbs grow back to their original shape. Before long the kid who was almost dead from the all experiments that was done him back to full health.
Then, he spoke again, with a voice that held more powers than before
"Grovel."
The pressure intensified, and we were forced face-first into the ground. I couldn't resist. My body was no longer my own; every muscle screamed in agony as the weight crushed down on me. My vision blurred, and a searing pain throbbed in my head.
Through the haze of pain, I heard the awful sounds of choking. I forced my eyes sideways, spotting the soldier next to me convulsing, his eyes rolling back into his skull, foam bubbling at his mouth. Soon, the same tortured sounds filled the air as one by one, the others followed, collapsing motionless.
"Pathetic weaklings," he muttered, his voice filled with cold dripping madness. "You think you can imprison others just because you've scraped together a shred of power? Sleep now. When you wake up, I'll show you how weak and pathetic you really are"
He said those words like he wasn't even speaking to us. It felt as if he was addressing something ancient, something that had wronged him for thousands of years.
My consciousness began to fade, the world around me growing dim. But just before everything went black, I saw him return to the prison cell.
He placed the child gently on the floor, then pulled something out of his pocket. A few moments passed before he waved his hand, and suddenly, a shimmering golden circle materialized in the air.
From within that portal stepped a man—wild, spiky black hair, muscular, and eyes sharp as knives. He looked furious as he emerged, his gaze sweeping the room before he locked eyes with the mutant.
They exchanged words I couldn't hear, but whatever Noah said seemed to calm him down. The man nodded, then turned and disappeared back into the portal.
The mutant then started moving the mutant kids and other prisoners through the portal. As I watched, my vision continued to darken, and soon everything blurred.
And just like that, I felt myself slipping away, drifting into unconsciousness.
That was the last thing i remembered from that time and now i'm here buried to my neck in the middle of desert
How did i end up in here?
How did all of us end up neck deep into the sand?
And the most important question of them all.
What is going to happen to us now?!
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At the same time that Noah was spinning his tale to the drone on the moon, a heated argument was unfolding in a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!" Nick Fury shouted at the large screen before him, which displayed multiple shadowy figures.
"Director Fury, you will not address the World Security Council that way," a man's irritated voice crackled over the speakers.
"I get that you're upset, but our decision has already been made, and you will follow it," added another voice, this time from a woman.
Fury glared at the screen. "I heard your 'decision,' but since it's a stupid ass decision, I decided to ignore it."
"Director Fury!" snapped several voices in unison.
"Oh, come on! You people actually want me to send my special unit to storm the Japanese royal family's palace and take them hostage, all to control this alien who nearly destroyed the entire West Coast? Do you even hear yourselves?"
"What else are we supposed to do?!" one council member argued. "This is our only real chance to control that aline! He seemed to like the royal family so lets use them as hostage against him!!
"We could've had him on our side from day one with the right incentives, but you antagonized him from the start!" another shot back.
Steam was practically coming off Fury's head as he heard what they said.
"Are you blaming me now?!! I didn't see any of you move a finger when I presented you with my plan!! Hell, you even supported it, and now you're trying to place all of the blame on me? "Not a chance in hell!"
With a swift tap on his desk, Fury brought up a series of holographic images and videos that floated in front of him.
"And controlling him? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with? Just look at what he's done in the past year alone."
"Blowing a massive hole into Mount Lee that stretches for miles."
"Using literal tanks as a whack-a-mole hammer to attack his enemies"
"Lifting skyscrapers and teleporting them into butt fuck gods knows where like it's child's play."
"And, just to top it off, the aftermath of him fighting at the end of the globe nearly wiped out the West Coast with alien-made disaster!!!.
"After all of this you think you can control THAT?"
"Go ahead then, give it a try. Just give me a heads-up before you do, so I can pack up my things and move to Canada before hand."
"Then what do you want us to do?" We cannot allow a foreign country to wield such influence. What if they made him attack us all of a sudden? How many people will die as a result of this? Have you ever thought about that, Director Fury?!"
"I have already sent black widow to make contact with him peacefully this time, she will give him our sincerest apologize and she will be gifting him with appropriate item i have sent with her prior to her heading out."
"Based on new intel gathered by the analysis team through Tony Stark, we believe building a better relationship with him could benefit us enormously."
"Given time, we might even secure a contract with him. After all, he's been living as a mercenary since he arrived here, so it's not entirely out of reach."
"As for if the japanese ever used him on us let me assure you."
"Mankind can never force a god to make their bidding. Not now not ever."
With that, Fury pressed a button on his desk, abruptly ending the call with the World Security Council. The screen flickered off, leaving the room in silence.
He got up and walked over to the large window, staring out at the cityscape below. Under his breath, he muttered, "stupid mother fuckers, every last one of them. They trying to start a war when we have a mole in our camp!!"
Sigh
"Let's just hope Natasha can deliver what I gave her, from what they told me that thing could be the key to fix everything"
"I can only wait after all."
He stood there, eyes tracing the cityscape with a rare, almost hopeful look before going back to his desk and working on some documents.
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