Blonsky, an elite soldier and a true man of ambition, believed that real men should be big and powerful—just like the Hulk.
To Blonsky, the Hulk represented the ultimate masculinity: growing larger when stimulated and becoming even stronger when injured.
Blonsky deeply admired the Hulk, and what better way to honor something than to study it and become it?
And so, that's exactly what he did.
"Let me be clear, this serum is not perfect. If anything goes wrong…" a thin, cautious scientist began to say.
"Enough! I know what I'm doing. If you keep wasting my time, I'll kill you!"
Blonsky's impatience flared. "Inject it now! I want to be stronger than the Hulk!"
Hearing this, Mr. Blue couldn't help but shake his head subtly. Stronger than the Hulk, just by injecting a serum derived from his blood? What nonsense. Such a thing simply wasn't possible.
Even hybrid experiments required generations of careful selection and refinement.
But Blonsky didn't care. The soldier had clearly lost his mind, and Mr. Blue didn't mind enabling the madness. He gladly injected the serum into Blonsky's body.
As an online acquaintance of Dr. Banner, Mr. Blue had experimented extensively with Banner's blood, storing samples of Hulk's DNA for his research. Now, Blonsky was the perfect test subject to validate his findings.
"The Hulk is far stronger than I anticipated," Mr. Blue muttered to himself. "My intellect isn't advanced enough to fully tap into the potential of his blood. This is troubling…"
Still, Mr. Blue had his own plans. Once the injection was complete, he intended to disappear and hide for a while.
"If you manage to keep your wits about you, come find me again. Maybe we'll have another chance to work together."
Mr. Blue said this aloud, but in his heart, he doubted Blonsky would survive. The man simply wasn't equipped to handle the serum's power. At best, he'd suffer a genetic mutation, be captured, and spend the rest of his life as a lab rat in some government facility.
And then it began.
Blonsky roared in agony as his body began to transform. His frame expanded, smashing through the ceiling, his skin taking on a reptilian texture. Spikes erupted from his spine, sharp and menacing.
"Power… this is power!"
Blonsky was ecstatic, feeling the surging energy within him. His face twisted into a grotesque grin.
But with this newfound power came an overwhelming rage, an emotion that blended with Blonsky's own thoughts to form something new—hatred.
Blonsky christened his new, superhuman self "Abomination," a name symbolizing his determination to reclaim the dignity he believed the Hulk had stolen from him. Killing the Hulk would prove he was the strongest.
"Abomination, huh? Well, I don't think you'll get the chance to take revenge on the Hulk, because I'm here."
Several Xenomorphs crashed through the windows, moving with uncanny agility as they climbed walls and scurried across the floor, surrounding Abomination.
Mr. Blue flinched, his attention shifting from Abomination to these mysterious creatures.
As a biologist, he immediately recognized that these beings were not natural—at least not natural to Earth. No terrestrial organism had an exoskeletal body structure like these, nor did any look so... alien.
One glance was all it took to captivate Mr. Blue, slowing his attempt to escape.
When a Messenger Xenomorph crouched nearby, its eyeless head seemingly "staring" at him, Mr. Blue froze. Pressing himself against the wall, he moved cautiously, trying to distance himself from both the crazed Abomination and these otherworldly creatures.
"Did Ross send you?" Abomination sneered. "What a joke. He used to be my general, binding me with his ridiculous rules. Now it's my turn to control him. I'm stronger than him!"
"You're stronger than him? That's great. If I'm stronger than you, taking everything from you is only fair, don't you think?"
Duncan's voice was cold and mocking. His sharp gaze lingered on the hulking Abomination, studying him like prey.
Truthfully, Abomination was hideous—far more grotesque than the Hulk. But Duncan didn't mind.
"What's with that look in your eyes?" Abomination growled.
"Admiration," Duncan replied. "In my eyes, when you transform, you become truly… beautiful."
Abomination froze for a moment, baffled. Then he decided this tiny figure was insane and raised a foot to crush him.
"Beautiful? Ugly? I thought I was losing my mind earlier, but you've clearly gone mad long before me."
A sinister grin spread across Abomination's face, his jagged teeth glinting as he anticipated the satisfying crunch of flesh beneath his foot.
Boom!
The ground shattered beneath his stomp, leaving a massive crater—but no Duncan.
"You couldn't even hit me? And you think you're ready to fight the Hulk?"
Duncan darted away at superhuman speed, motioning to the Xenomorphs. Immediately, more of them emerged, encircling Abomination and launching a coordinated attack.
Though the Xenomorphs were no taller than three meters—dwarfed by Abomination's towering four-meter frame—their numbers gave them an advantage.
Eleven Xenomorphs charged, their deadliest among them, a Blood Xenomorph, leading the assault. Its tail lashed out, aiming for Abomination's eyes.
"Is this a joke? You think these things can stop me?"
Abomination had never seen anything like the Xenomorphs, but he wasn't afraid. Laughing maniacally, he grabbed one that had been a fraction too slow. With a vicious grin, he squeezed.
Snap!
But instead of a spray of red, a torrent of green gushed forth.
Not the Hulk's green—but something far deadlier.
The acidic blood burned through Abomination's hand like fire on paper. He howled in agony.
The pain was unbearable, far worse than anything he had endured before. Even his super-durable skin, which could withstand rocket explosions, offered no defense against the corrosive acid.
Sizzle!
His skin dissolved, exposing bone that began to crack under the acid's relentless assault.
Fortunately, Abomination's powerful regenerative abilities kicked in, and his wounds began to heal visibly. But the Xenomorphs didn't waste the opening.
More of them leaped forward, attacking relentlessly.
Several Messenger Xenomorphs scuttled along the walls, spitting streams of acid that left deep scars on Abomination's hide.
Abomination roared in fury, lashing out. Any Xenomorph he managed to grab lost limbs—or worse. Only the Blood Xenomorph could withstand his strikes, thanks to its superior durability.
"What the hell are these things?"
Despite killing three Xenomorphs, Abomination was struggling.
Their teamwork was impeccable. Whenever he focused on one, the others exploited his distraction to attack, forcing him to either switch targets or endure more injuries.
Abomination managed to grab another Xenomorph, but this time it came at a cost.
A Blood Xenomorph lunged forward, its inner jaw shooting out like a bullet. The razor-sharp appendage pierced Abomination's eye, yanking out the orb in a spray of blood.
Abomination howled in pain, thrashing wildly as the Xenomorph latched onto him, feeding on his blood to recover its own injuries.
"Now's the time. Go for the facehugger attack," Duncan commanded from a safe distance, having waited for this precise moment.
This was why he had joined Blade's risky mission—to seize this critical opportunity.