X-GENE OMNITRIX-Chapter 3: XGO (UPDATED)

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Alarms shrieked through the laboratory, their wails cutting through the sterile air like knives.

Scientists scrambled across the room, their lab coats flapping like panicked birds. Monitors flashed warning signs. The sedation—the powerful cocktail that had kept their subject docile for years—was failing.

A young scientist stumbled backward, his eyes locked on the screen. The color drained from his face as he watched the impossible numbers climb higher. "S-Sir," he choked out, voice barely audible above the chaos, "his vitals are surging! His brain activity is off the charts—he's waking up!"

The lead scientist whipped around, disbelief etched into the deep lines of his weathered face. "That's impossible! He's been under chemical restraint for years—those drugs would kill an elephant!"

A woman gripped the edge of her console, knuckles white. "Then why," she whispered, her voice trembling, "is he waking up now?"

The laboratory fell silent for a heartbeat. Only the persistent shriek of the alarms filled the void.

The lead scientist's expression hardened into something cruel. Something desperate. "Call the guards," he commanded, already moving toward the equipment cabinet. "We're strapping him to the table. We need to dissect him before he fully regains consciousness. Figure out what's happening."

They moved with practiced efficiency. Armed guards poured into the lab, boots thundering against the steel floor, weapons at the ready.

But they were too late.

They had always been too late.

Inside the Tank – The Awakening

Pain.

Not the dull ache of a bruise or the sharp sting of a cut. This was something primordial—a white-hot agony that consumed every cell, every nerve ending, every thought.

Alex's consciousness wasn't gently returning. It was being violently shoved back into his body, dragging years of suffering with it like anchors chained to his soul.

Years of experiments. Years of being cut open, prodded, injected, altered.

The memories flooded his mind: needles piercing his skin, scalpels carving into his flesh, foreign objects being buried inside him while he lay helpless, screaming behind a wall of sedatives.

His vision swam through the viscous liquid surrounding him. The tank's glass walls warped the figures moving beyond. His limbs felt wrong—heavier yet somehow hollow.

Then—

A cold click, like a key turning in a lock deep within his body.

Something materialized from beneath his skin, pushing through flesh and bone as if they were mere illusions. A watch—sleek and alien—emerged from his wrist, becoming visible as though it had always been there, waiting.

The scientists froze, their movements halting mid-step like marionettes with cut strings.

One of them crashed into a table, sending equipment clattering to the floor. "T-The specimen," he gasped, voice breaking with naked terror, "he's manifesting a device!"

"Impossible," another whispered, jaw slack with disbelief. "It came from inside his body—his actual flesh!"

Alex's gaze cut through the murky liquid, locking onto them with sudden clarity.

He saw their fear—tasted it on his tongue like copper.

Something ancient stirred within him. A predator awakening from hibernation, hungry and patient.

The watch on his wrist hummed, vibrating against his pulse. A mechanical voice, cold and precise, sliced through the chaos:

"User DNA damaged. Initiating repair."

The laboratory fell silent, as if the world itself held its breath.

Then—

Light erupted from Alex's body. Not the warm glow of sunlight but something harsh and primal—a radiance that seemed to bend reality around its edges.

The scientists scattered, screaming. "CALL THE GUARDS! RESTRAIN HIM NOW!"

Bubbles exploded from Alex's breathing apparatus as his body convulsed. Raw energy coursed through his veins like liquid fire, rewriting him from the inside out.

Above his wrist, a holographic dial materialized—a shimmering wheel of possibilities. Creatures that defied imagination flickered across its surface: beings with multiple limbs, with scales, with powers beyond human comprehension.

But nothing felt right.

Alex didn't want to transform. He didn't want to become a hero. He wanted to hunt.

His fingers moved on pure instinct, guided by a hunger deeper than thought. They settled on one form that resonated with the darkness flooding his soul.

A white-haired figure clad in a form-fitting black suit, face hidden behind a cracked, menacing mask.

Kaneki Ken.

Alex's finger slammed down on the selection.

The transformation was agony beyond words.

His bones snapped like brittle twigs, only to reform in new configurations. Muscles tore and rewove themselves. His veins burned as something ancient and terrible flowed through them, replacing his blood with living darkness.

His skin blanched, color bleeding away until it was alabaster-white. His eyes—once a forgettable shade of blue—darkened before blazing crimson, bright as fresh blood under surgical lights.

A midnight-black bodysuit materialized, not as clothing but as an extension of himself—a second skin molding to his newly formed musculature.

Then—

The mask appeared, growing from his face like an exoskeleton. Metallic. Cracked. A horrific grin stretching across its lower half, mocking the screams that filled the laboratory.

His fingers twitched, nails lengthening into obsidian claws that could rend steel.

And then came the Kagune.

Four massive, serpentine appendages erupted from his back, their surface glistening like wet muscle. They whipped through the air with deadly grace, extensions of his newly awakened will.

For the first time since his capture, Alex felt something beyond pain.

He felt hunger.

And these scientists, these tormentors who had cut him open and put him back together for years?

They weren't people anymore.

They were food.

The blue shockwave from Alex's transformation tore through reality, rippling outward from the underground laboratory.

Miles away, in the secluded Xavier Mansion, the Cerebro chamber shuddered.

Professor Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair, fingers pressed against his temples as he used the machine to scan for mutant signatures. His expression was one of peaceful concentration—until the energy wave hit.

His eyes snapped open, pupils dilating with shock.

"My God..."

The room trembled, lights flickering as if struggling against an invisible weight.

Storm whirled from her position near the console, electricity crackling instinctively around her fingertips. "Professor? What's happening?"

Cyclops strode forward, one hand already rising to his visor. "Another mutant?"

Xavier's face had gone ashen, his expression haunted in a way his students rarely witnessed. "Not just a mutant." He hesitated, searching for words. "Something... different. Something new."

Jean Grey shivered, pressing her palm against her forehead as if warding off a migraine. "I can feel it," she whispered. "The pain. The rage. It's like drowning in someone else's nightmare."

Wolverine's muscles tensed, his knuckles whitening as primal instinct recognized a kindred predator. "Where?"

Xavier's voice was grave. "A laboratory... buried deep underground. He's just awakened."

The professor looked up, meeting each X-Man's eyes in turn. "We need to bring him in before it's too late."

None of them realized how right he was.

["Oh, won't you tell me? Please just tell me, explain how this should work..."]

Pain.

His bones shattered and rebuilt. His skin twisted, stretched, bled. His veins burned like molten metal.

["Explain how this should work"]

His blue eyes darkened—turning black. His left eye gleamed red. A black bodysuit spread across his skin, molding to his form like living darkness.

His spine cracked violently.

Then—

Four monstrous, blood-red Kagune tendrils exploded from his back. His mask locked into place. A cracked, metallic grin stretched across his mouth.

Alex exhaled.

His mind was gone. All that remained was hunger.

["Well now who could it be, that lives inside of me?"]

Alex moved before the sound finished.

A black blur. A red streak. A Kagune tendril punched through the first guard's chest. The man's eyes widened, blood bubbling from his lips. Alex ripped him in half with a single, savage motion.

Blood splattered against the pristine walls, painting them crimson.

The other guards froze in horror, weapons trembling in their hands.

["I'm broken, lying helpless, shattered, surrounded by the world..."]

Gunfire erupted, desperate and frantic. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Alex vanished—there one moment, gone the next. Bullets tore through empty air.

A guard felt something warm drip onto his shoulder. He looked up—

Alex clung to the ceiling, his red eye gleaming through the mask like a baleful star.

Then—

He dropped, descending upon the guard like a nightmare given flesh. A Kagune tendril coiled around the man's throat. The guard's scream died as Alex snapped his neck with a casual twist.

["And yet you're smiling bright, completely blind to life..."]

A scientist bolted for the exit, lab coat flapping behind him like broken wings. Tears streamed down his face as he slammed his palm against the emergency panel. "O-OPEN THE DOORS! LET ME OUT!"

The system remained silent. The doors stayed locked.

The scientist turned slowly, horror dawning on his face.

Alex stood behind him, head tilted at an unnatural angle.

The scientist sank to his knees, sobbing. "Please... I have a family..."

Alex studied him, motionless. Did I have a family? The thought surfaced briefly, then submerged beneath waves of hunger.

A Kagune tendril whipped forward—

SPLASH.

The scientist's head hit the floor with a wet thud, rolling across the polished surface.

Alex continued his hunt without pause.

["My ruptured lungs, they were left this way, for once I'm out of breath..."]

A guard lunged at him with a combat knife, face contorted with fear and desperate courage.

Alex caught his wrist mid-swing, fingers closing around bone with inhuman strength.

The man struggled, screaming. "D-DIE, YOU FREAK!"

Alex stared into his eyes, unblinking.

Then—

He snapped the guard's arm backward with a savage jerk. Bones splintered. Tendons tore. The guard howled in agony, the sound echoing through the laboratory.

Alex leaned in close, the metallic grin of his mask inches from the guard's contorted face.

Then he tore out the man's throat with newly formed teeth.

Blood cascaded down his suit in rivulets, steaming in the cold air.

Alex's hunger only grew.

["The truth I seek never felt so bleak but, I maintain my depth..."]

A scientist cowered behind an overturned desk, clutching a scalpel with trembling hands.

His breath came in shallow gasps. His heart hammered against his ribs.

He could hear Alex moving through the lab. Closer. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The scientist held his breath, pressing himself against cold metal.

Silence fell.

Maybe—just maybe—

Then—

A blood-red tendril punched through the desk like a spear, impaling him through the gut.

The scientist screamed, clutching at the wound as blood gushed between his fingers.

Alex lifted him high into the air, suspended on the Kagune like an insect pinned to a board.

The man clawed weakly at the tendril, eyes pleading. "P-Please... I..."

Alex observed him with clinical detachment.

Then—

He split the scientist in half with a casual flick, the two pieces falling with wet, heavy sounds.

["I'm breakable... unbreakable... I'm shaking yet, unshakable..."]

The final group of guards barricaded themselves behind reinforced doors designed to withstand containment breaches.

One clutched a radio, voice breaking with panic. "HQ! HQ! He's slaughtering everyone! Send backup—NOW!"

The radio crackled with static. No response came.

Another guard sank to his knees, hyperventilating. "W-We're trapped..."

"He's coming," whispered a third, backing away from the door. "I can feel it."

Silence descended upon their makeshift fortress.

Then—

A single knock. Tap.

The guards exchanged terrified glances.

Another knock. Tap.

A final knock. BANG.

The doors exploded inward, twisted metal flying across the room like shrapnel.

Alex stood in the doorway, Kagune writhing behind him.

The guards didn't even have time to aim their weapons.

Red tendrils impaled all of them at once. Their bodies jerked, weapons clattering to the floor.

Then—

Alex ripped them apart with methodical brutality. Blood splashed across the steel walls in a crimson wave.

["Until these hands contaminate you..."]

The lab fell silent.

The alarms still wailed. The lights still flickered. But no living soul remained.

Just bodies. A sea of blood, limbs, and lifeless eyes staring into nothing.

Alex stood in the center of the carnage. His Kagune swayed gently behind him like crimson banners. His mask dripped with gore, its metallic grin gleaming in the emergency lights.

Then—He slowly knelt down.

The X-Jet hovered above the underground lab, its shadow stretching over the desolate, ruined ground.

Storm piloted the craft, her hands gripping the controls tightly. "This place is burning from the inside out... looks like something ripped through it."

Cyclops scanned the destroyed landscape below. "This isn't a normal facility. It looks like a mutant experimentation lab."

Wolverine gritted his teeth. "I hate these places."

The jet doors opened, and the team descended, landing at the entrance of the crumbling structure.

The moment their boots hit the floor, the air changed.

It was thick. Heavy. Suffocating.

Jean took a step forward and immediately staggered, pressing a hand to her temple.

"Something's wrong," she whispered. "This... this energy..."

Storm looked at Xavier, who had an uneasy expression. "Professor?"

Xavier's voice was low, haunted. "Whatever is inside... is not human anymore."

The X-Men exchanged nervous glances before moving forward.

The entrance doors groaned as they forced them open.

Inside—

A red light flickered weakly. The air reeked of blood.

And as they stepped into the dimly lit corridor, they saw it.

Bodies. Ripped apart, torn beyond recognition.

The floors were soaked in blood, the walls streaked with handprints of people who had tried to crawl away.

Jean covered her mouth, her entire body trembling. "My God..."

Cyclops stepped over a severed arm, his visor glowing softly in the darkness. "This wasn't an attack. This was a massacre."

Wolverine's claws extended on pure instinct. "Stay sharp. Whatever did this might still be here."

Xavier's eyes swept over the horrifying scene, his expression grim.

Then—

They heard it.

Whimpering. A faint sob, barely audible over the distant alarms.

Cyclops turned sharply. "That came from the lower levels."

Without hesitation, the team moved deeper into the facility.

The Children

The deeper they went, the worse it got.

Steel walls were dented, clawed apart. Bullet casings littered the ground, mixed with shredded uniforms and pieces of flesh.

Then—

They reached it.

A room lined with cages. Hundreds of mutant children sat huddled in the dark, their eyes wide with terror.

Storm gasped, rushing toward them. "They were keeping them like animals...!"

Jean pressed a hand against one of the cages, her voice soft. "You're safe now. We're here to help."

The children shook their heads violently.

One of them, barely eight years old, started crying. "No... don't go in there."

Jean frowned. "Why not?"

The boy's breath hitched, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Because... he's inside. He'll kill you."

The Monster Feasts

Silence.

Then—

A low, wet squelching sound.

Xavier's face darkened. Wolverine sniffed the air. His stomach turned. Storm covered her mouth. Jean's breathing hitched.

Cyclops readied his visor. "It's coming from the main chamber."

Slowly—

The team stepped forward.

The doors to the next room were already open. The flickering emergency light barely illuminated what lay beyond.

At first, they couldn't comprehend what they were seeing.

Then—

It sank in.

Blood pooled across the floor, thick and dark, soaking into the steel.

The bodies of scientists and guards lay strewn across the room, some missing limbs, others torn in half.

And in the middle of it all—

He knelt.

His black suit was soaked in blood. His mask was cracked—but still grinning. And in his hands—

He was eating. Chunks of flesh, muscle, bone. Ripped straight from the bodies around him.

Wolverine's eyes widened. His voice was a whisper. "Oh my God."

Alex stopped chewing.

Slowly... He turned toward them.

His single red eye burned in the darkness. His Kagune tendrils curled behind him. His head tilted slightly, as if registering their presence.

Then—

His slow, unsettling grin stretched beneath the mask.

The X-Men froze.

Alex stood up.

And the room went silent.

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