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The blaring alarms were deafening, but Omega barely heard them over the pounding in his chest. The chaos in the HYDRA base was an unexpected stroke of luck—he didn't know why the base had erupted into panic, but he knew he had to take advantage of it. He had to escape. The desperation gnawed at him, primal and unrelenting.
In the sterile lab, his body still thrumming with residual psionic energy, Omega's glowing green eyes flicked to the scientists who had been monitoring him moments before. Their expressions were tight with fear, scrambling between machines, but they couldn't know the fear Omega felt—the all-consuming need to be free.
Dr. Volkov was among them, the one who had overseen the experiments, the one who had led every painful transformation that had turned him into what he is now, along with Stryker.
Volkov had been the mastermind behind Omega's torment, coolly giving the orders, and dissecting his humanity for HYDRA's twisted science. A wave of anger surged through Omega, blurring the line between thought and instinct.
There's a way out. He knows it, Omega thought, his eyes narrowing on Volkov's panicked figure. Without hesitation, he let his psionic energy flare—violent, unrestrained, like an explosion in his mind. He didn't know how to control it, didn't care. All he knew was that Volkov had the answers he needed, and he would tear them from his mind if necessary.
Omega's green eyes locked onto Volkov, and suddenly he was inside the man's head, clawing through his thoughts with brutal force.
The doctor's mind was a tangled web of chaos and confusion, but Omega didn't care. He ripped through memories, thoughts, and emotions—uncovering them with no finesse, just raw psychic power. Volkov's consciousness screamed in protest, but Omega pressed harder, forcing his way deeper.
Flashes of Volkov's life, his work, his past, bombarded Omega all at once. He saw Volkov as a young man, ambitious and ruthless, joining HYDRA to push the boundaries of science. He saw the experiments Volkov had run, some on animals, others on people, all in the name of power. Faces blurred by time and cruelty flashed by—patients, victims—none of them mattered to Volkov. None of them mattered to Omega now.
Omega pushed further, harder, his psychic tendrils digging deeper into the man's psyche, pulling apart memories like ripping pages from a book. He didn't know how to stop. He wasn't sure he wanted to.
Volkov's screams echoed inside his own mind, the agony of having his thoughts pried apart raw and excruciating. But Omega didn't flinch. You did this to me, Omega thought, feeling the dark satisfaction as Volkov's pain surged.
Finally, Omega found what he was looking for—hidden among the jumble of Volkov's frantic thoughts. An escape route. A secure service elevator, concealed in the base's infrastructure, known only to the highest-ranking personnel. Omega saw the codes, the procedures, the path out. It was there, buried deep in Volkov's mind. And now it was his.
Volkov, clutching his head, staggered back, his face contorted in a mixture of fear and horror. Blood trickled from his nose and ears was the result of Omega's violent mental intrusion. His hands shook as he tried to speak, but the words came out as broken, incoherent gasps.
Omega, his eyes still glowing that intense, unnatural green, didn't care. He had what he needed.
Omega quickly ran over to Volkov's slumped form, his heart racing as he reached for the scientist's badge. He snatched it from Volkov's pocket and tucked it into his own just in case he needed it later. He had no idea how useful it could be, but he wasn't about to leave it behind.
Just as he turned to sprint for the exit, he collided with a security team—five men sent by Strucker to retrieve him. They stood with guns drawn, eyes narrowing as they assessed the situation. Panic surged in Omega's chest, but he quickly masked it with a fierce determination.
He took a step back, scanning for an escape route, only to find another group of five men flanking him. The tightening knot of fear turned to something darker, something powerful.
His eyes glowed a bright green, a pulsing energy radiating from him like an aura. They want to play? Omega thought, feeling the intensity within him grow as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He raised his hands, fingers flaring with psionic energy, though he had no clue how to control it.
"I'll give you a choice," he said, voice steady despite the chaos swirling around him. "Either let me go, or you will die."
The security team remained silent for a heartbeat, tension crackling in the air. One of the men, a stocky figure with a crew cut, finally spoke up, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Strucker wants you, and we can't disobey orders. Just do as we say."
A smile crept across Omega's face—cold, predatory. "Come at me."
Without fully understanding how, Omega unleashed a wave of chaotic green light that radiated from his body, striking the nearest soldier. The man flew backward, crashing into the wall with a bone-jarring thud. As the others raised their weapons, Omega felt an instinct take over; he could sense their minds, raw and uncontrolled.
He focused on the soldier directly in front of him, digging into his consciousness without knowing exactly what he was doing. The soldier's eyes widened, a flicker of fear igniting within him as he felt Omega's probing presence. With a sudden, desperate push, Omega compelled the soldier to turn against his teammate.
The soldier hesitated, then with a violent shout, he swung his weapon at the man beside him, pulling the trigger without thought. The shot rang out, followed by a scream as the bullet struck true.
Chaos erupted as the remaining soldiers scrambled, trying to regain control. Omega didn't give them a chance. With a swift motion, he directed a powerful blast of energy at another soldier, sending him sprawling to the floor, unconscious.
Adrenaline coursed through Omega as he wove through the fray. He dodged incoming bullets, relying on instinct and speed, feeling alive and powerful as he fought against the odds.
One soldier rushed at him, swinging a baton. Omega ducked under the strike and countered, using the soldier's momentum against him. He grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it until he cried out in pain, then shoved him into another soldier.
With another flick of his wrist, Omega unleashed a pulse of energy at a third soldier, freezing him in place. He dove into the soldier's mind, the chaotic and murky landscape feeling like grasping at smoke. But he was desperate to survive, so he pushed deeper, searching for something—anything—that he could manipulate.
"Attack your teammates!" he commanded, the words spilling from his lips with fierce urgency.
The soldier's eyes glowed green, and for a moment, confusion flickered across his face. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he raised his weapon, the fear evaporating, replaced by mindless obedience. Without hesitation, he swung around and opened fire on his comrades.
"Stop! What are you doing?" one of the remaining soldiers shouted in disbelief, but it was too late. The mind-controlled soldier was already targeting another teammate, and chaos erupted in their ranks as confusion reigned.
Omega felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him, urging him onward. He turned his attention to the next soldier, thrusting into his mind without hesitation. "Join him! Attack your allies!"
The second soldier's eyes flickered with green light, reflecting the power surging through Omega. Under his influence, he aimed his weapon at the nearest teammate and pulled the trigger.
Bullets flew, and screams echoed in the corridor as the team descended into disarray. Omega reveled in the chaos, his heart racing with exhilaration and fear.
With one final flick of his wrist, he unleashed another burst of energy at the last two standing soldiers. They staggered back, momentarily dazed. Taking advantage of their confusion, he forced his way into their minds as well.
"Fight each other!" he commanded, feeling their will bend under the weight of his presence. The soldiers' eyes glowed in response, and they turned on one another, firing their weapons with wild abandon.
With adrenaline surging through him, Omega sprinted through the labyrinthine hallways of the facility, his memories guiding his every step. He dodged a few errant soldiers and scientists, their surprised faces turning to fear as they saw him.
With a flick of his wrist, he froze one man in place while another was sent flying like a rag doll, slamming against the wall with a satisfying crash.
He could feel it—the taste of freedom was tantalizingly close. The echoes of chaos faded behind him as he navigated the maze of corridors. Finally, he spotted it: the service elevator, a gleaming beacon of hope. Digging into his pocket, he retrieved Volkov's badge, scanning it against the nearby access panel. The lights blinked green, granting him passage through each door until he reached the elevator.
As he stood in front of the elevator, the doors dinged open, revealing none other than Johann Strucker, flanked by more soldiers. They stepped out, forming a tight formation around him.
Omega took a few cautious steps back, his heart pounding as he prepared for what was to come. Strucker emerged with a triumphant grin, his presence looming like a dark cloud. "You really think I'll let you escape? You belong to us; you are mine, Omega," he taunted, laughter spilling from his lips.
"Not anymore," Omega shot back, determination hardening his voice.
Strucker chuckled darkly as he pressed a button on a remote. An electric jolt coursed through Omega, a sudden shock that made him scream in agony. He fell to his knees, the pain coursing through his body like fire.
"Feel that?" Strucker sneered, stepping closer. "That's the reality of your existence. You're nothing without us."
But as Omega writhed on the ground, something within him stirred. He could feel the electricity flooding his system, pulsing through his veins like a second heartbeat. Panic threatened to overwhelm him, but then a strange clarity washed over him. He focused on the energy, feeling it, understanding it in a way he hadn't before.
With a deep breath, he began to absorb the electricity, pulling it inward like a sponge soaking up water. The pain faded, replaced by an exhilarating power that coursed through him. He rose to his feet, his eyes glowing a brilliant green as he harnessed the energy within.
"What—?" Strucker started, confusion replacing his earlier confidence.
"Now, it's my turn," Omega declared, a wild grin breaking across his face. With a powerful motion, he released the electricity in a massive shockwave. It burst forth, a blinding flash of green light, slamming into Strucker and his soldiers like a freight train.
The soldiers were thrown back, their bodies crashing into the walls as the shockwave reverberated through the hallway. Strucker himself was lifted off his feet, his expression shifting from smug superiority to sheer disbelief before he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
Omega stood in the aftermath, breathing heavily. He had done it. He had fought back against his captors, against the man who had sought to control him. The realization washed over him: he was no longer the scared boy trapped in a lab. He was powerful, and capable of defending himself.
As the dust settled and the echoes of the shockwave faded, Omega felt the adrenaline coursing through him. Strucker lay sprawled on the ground, his soldiers incapacitated, their bodies limp and unresponsive. But Strucker's eyes fluttered open, his expression shifting from disbelief to calculating surprise.
"You... you shouldn't have been able to do that," he rasped, trying to regain his composure as he struggled to push himself upright. "How did you—?"
Without a word, Omega extended his hand, his eyes glowing a vibrant green as he summoned his psionic abilities. Strucker's body lifted off the floor, suspended in midair, gasping for breath. Omega tightened his grip, squeezing his mental hold around Strucker's throat, cutting off the air supply.
"Tell me," Omega demanded, his voice low and filled with intensity. "Why did you create me?"
Omega watched as Strucker slowly regained consciousness, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You shouldn't be able to do that," he gasped, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. "How did you...?" His voice trailed off as he sensed the shift in the air around them.
With a flick of his wrist, Omega summoned his psionic abilities, lifting Strucker off the ground. The scientist struggled, hands grasping at his throat as he gasped for air. Greenlight pulsed around Omega, illuminating the corridor with an otherworldly glow. "I want answers," Omega demanded, his voice low and deadly.
Strucker managed a weak smile despite the choking grip around his neck. "You think you can intimidate me? You're just a boy—a tool of Hydra. You can't escape."
"Why did you create me? What purpose do I serve?" Omega pressed, rage bubbling just beneath the surface. He felt the power coursing through him, both thrilling and terrifying.
Strucker's expression twisted with amusement, a sickening grin spreading across his face. "You're a weapon, Omega. A living, breathing glorified weapon designed to be useful to Hydra. Do you think escaping will do you any good? It's futile," he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.
Omega felt the weight of those words pressing down on him, but he refused to falter. "What about my parents?" he demanded, desperate for any shred of truth. "Who are they?".
Strucker's eyes glinted with malice as he struggled against Omega's grip. "You were created, not born, you foolish child. Do you think you have parents? You don't! You're just genes spliced together, a product of Hydra's twisted ambition."
Omega's heart raced at the revelation, but he pressed deeper into Strucker's mind, determined to unearth the truth. "What do you mean? Who am I really?" he demanded, the green glow intensifying around him. He forced the scientist to confront the chaos of his mind, seeking the answers hidden within.
Images flashed before Omega's eyes—a series of lab experiments, sterile rooms filled with advanced technology, and glimpses of a woman with fiery red hair. He felt a surge of energy as Strucker's thoughts opened up, revealing fragments of memories that made his blood run cold.
"She was a powerful one, your mother. Wanda Maximoff," Strucker spat, struggling against the invisible grip that tightened around his throat. "We collected her egg for our project. Her abilities were unmatched, and we knew we could harness them. You were the perfect specimen."
Omega felt a jolt of disbelief. Wanda Maximoff—he had heard whispers of her, tales of a woman who wielded reality-altering powers. "And what about my father?" he demanded, his voice trembling with rage and confusion. "Who is he?"
Strucker's expression twisted with a mix of contempt and triumph. "Your father? A mere code name—W-0S1. The ultimate soldier, designed to be a weapon for Hydra. You are nothing more than a fusion of their best traits, an experiment meant to carry out their will."
The weight of Strucker's words crashed down on Omega like a tidal wave. He staggered back, the revelation shattering his understanding of who he was. "I'm a monster," he whispered, the realization clawing at his insides. "Just a weapon."
"No, you are the weapon," Strucker sneered, finally regaining his composure. "A living embodiment of Hydra's ambition. You were never meant to escape. You'll always be bound to us, Omega. You belong to Hydra."
Omega shook his head, fighting against the despair threatening to engulf him. "I refuse to be a puppet," he declared, drawing strength from the anger boiling within him. He took a step forward, his green aura flickering as he focused on Strucker. "You won't control me."
With a surge of determination, he plunged deeper into Strucker's mind, ripping through layers of defenses. The scientist screamed in agony as Omega unraveled the man's psyche, distorting memories and twisting thoughts into a chaotic spiral. Strucker's laughter turned to cries of terror as he felt his control slipping away.
"Stop!" Strucker begged, eyes wide with panic. "You don't understand what you're doing! Hydra will come for you if you escape!"
"You don't scare me," Omega hissed, his voice steady. "I'll find a way to break free, even if I have to tear apart your mind to do it." With one final push, Omega fractured Strucker's mental defenses, leaving the man a hollow shell, lost in a maze of his fear and regret.
As Omega ascended in the elevator, the metal walls felt like a coffin, enclosing him in darkness while his thoughts spiraled in turmoil. The chaos of the lab seemed to fade momentarily, replaced by the revelation he'd uncovered. Wanda Maximoff—the Scarlet Witch. My biological mother. The weight of that knowledge pressed down on him, igniting a mix of emotions he couldn't fully grasp. He felt a strange connection to the woman he'd only heard about in hushed whispers and fragmented memories, yet there was no time to dwell on it.
He shook off the thoughts. Focus on escaping, he reminded himself, gripping the edges of the panel to steady his racing heart.
When the elevator dinged, the doors slid open to a scene of further destruction. The corridor was a wreck, debris littering the ground while alarms blared in the background. Soldiers lay scattered, some lying unconscious, while others scrambled to regain their footing, shouting into their comms. Omega's instincts kicked in as he weaved through the chaos, desperation driving him forward.
He spotted a window at the far end of the hall. It was his only chance. The thought of stepping into the outside world filled him with a sense of hope, but it was tempered by the reality that he was still being hunted. As he approached the exit, he rounded a corner—and froze.
Standing before him was a man in a red, white, and blue uniform. His posture was commanding, and the shield emblazoned with a star on his arm caught the light. Captain America. Omega recognized him instantly; the hero was a symbol of justice and resilience. But at that moment, there was no time for awe or admiration.
"What are you doing here, kid?" Captain America asked surprise etched on his face. "There wasn't supposed to be anyone else in the facility."
Before Omega could respond, instinct took over. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a wave of green energy, sending the hero sprawling backward. He hadn't meant to attack, but there was no room for hesitation.
"Sorry!" Omega shouted as he sprinted past, ignoring Captain America's calls. "I need to go!"
The outside world was just ahead. He caught sight of sunlight pouring through a massive hole in the wall—a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded within the facility. His heart soared as he rushed toward it, the light drawing him in like a moth to a flame.
As he crossed the threshold, the brightness enveloped him, and he paused for a brief moment to breathe in the fresh air. But there was no time for celebration. He had to keep moving.
He dashed into the dense forest beyond the facility, the sounds of pursuit fading into the background. The trees stood tall around him, their leaves rustling in the wind. For the first time in his life, he felt a flicker of freedom, but he couldn't let his guard down. Hydra's reach was long, and the agents would be on his tail any moment now.
Running deeper into the woods, he zigzagged between the trees, avoiding open spaces where he might be spotted. The shadows provided cover, and he relied on instinct to guide him. Each heartbeat echoed in his ears, a reminder of the urgency of his situation.
Suddenly, Omega heard shouts and the crackle of radios behind him. He quickened his pace, pushing through the underbrush. Adrenaline surged through him, propelling him forward. He was running for his life, but he was also running toward a future he could shape for himself.
As Omega dashed deeper into the forest, his heart raced with the thrill of escape. But behind him, Captain America quickly regained his footing. With his keen instincts, he reached for his radio, urgency lacing his voice.
"This is Captain America. We have another problem." His tone was steady, yet the gravity of the situation was palpable. "There's a kid here"
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