The entire chamber erupted into chaos.
Guards raised their weapons, energy rifles locking onto Alex, while alarms blared through the subterranean facility. Red lights pulsed across the steel walls, bathing everything in a warning hue.
Alex stood in the center, calm and still — crimson light now bleeding from his eyes like living flame. His smirk deepened. "You really shouldn't have done that."
Before anyone could react, the floor beneath him cracked — a ripple of black-and-scarlet energy spreading outward like a heartbeat. Every electronic device in the vicinity flickered and died. The holographic map shattered into static, and the overhead lights dimmed into darkness.
"What—what's happening?!" one of the scientists shouted, backing away.
Alex raised his right hand lazily, fingers curling as a faint hum filled the air. The rifles the soldiers held began to vibrate, trembling violently before twisting in on themselves — barrels bending like molten metal before collapsing into useless heaps.
The director stumbled back, shouting, "Contain him! Now!"
Alex's voice was low, dangerous. "Contain me? You really haven't done your research."
A pulse of dark energy erupted from him — silent, invisible, but absolute. Every soldier within ten meters was thrown backward as if hit by an unseen explosion, crashing against the steel walls and falling unconscious instantly.
Alex turned slowly toward the director, eyes glowing brighter, his expression now cold. "You should've stuck to your little secrets, Director."
The man reached for a panic button beneath his desk, but Alex simply lifted a finger. The console melted into slag before the man's hand even touched it.
"You… you can't stop Hydra," the director hissed, trembling but defiant. "We are everywhere."
Alex stepped closer, his boots echoing softly on the scorched metal floor. "I don't need to stop Hydra," he said quietly. "I just need to remind you—" his tone darkened, almost echoing "—what it means to fear the thing you tried to control."
A wave of his hand sent the director sprawling backward, pinned against the wall by invisible force. Sparks danced in the air as Alex's power surged, the crimson glow wrapping around his form like a living aura.
"Tell me," Alex said calmly, almost gently, "how many more of these facilities are hiding underground?"
"I'll… I'll never—"
"Wrong answer."
A sharp flash of red light burst across the room — and when it faded, the director was gasping, eyes wide, his mind flooded with pain and fear that weren't his own. Alex had let a fraction of his essence seep into him — enough to make his soul remember what drowning in chaos felt like.
The man's voice cracked. "F-five… major sites… across Europe… one under the Alps…!"
Alex released him, letting him slump to the ground, trembling. "Good," he murmured, then turned toward the exit. "You can tell your superiors something for me."
He paused by the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder, his tone almost conversational. "If Hydra wants to rise again… tell them I'll be waiting at the top."
Then he vanished — dissolving into shadow and flame, leaving only the faint hiss of burning air behind.
The alarms kept blaring in his absence. The surviving soldiers slowly stirred, confused and terrified. And the director, shaking on the floor, stared at the scorch mark where Alex had stood, whispering hoarsely:
"Monster…"
Alex emerged from the smoke-filled tunnel entrance, the underground blast doors groaning as they sealed shut behind him. The cold night air hit his face, sharp and still — a stark contrast to the chaos raging below. He could still hear the muffled alarms echoing beneath the earth, a futile attempt to contain the aftermath of his wrath.
He exhaled slowly, eyes glowing faintly crimson as he lifted his right hand. At his fingertip, shadows began to gather — a swirling speck of absolute darkness that seemed to consume the light around it. The very air warped in its presence, bending and distorting as though reality itself wanted to recoil.
"Let's end this properly," Alex muttered.
He pointed the finger toward the distant facility entrance. The dark sphere pulsed once — soft, almost delicate — and then shot forward faster than the eye could follow. To any observer, it would've looked like a tiny flicker, no larger than a marble. But when it touched the ground before the base, the world seemed to pause for a heartbeat.
Then the earth screamed.
A tidal wave of darkness erupted outward, silent but crushing, devouring everything in its path. The facility, the steel, the reinforced walls — all of it folded inward, swallowed by the singularity forming at its heart. The air howled as gravity buckled.
Within seconds, the once-massive Hydra base was gone — not destroyed, not burned, but erased. The black sphere shrank until it was nothing more than a dim spark, then vanished without a sound.
The ground trembled for a moment longer before falling eerily still. Only a circular crater remained — smooth, glassed, and utterly devoid of life.
Alex watched it quietly, lowering his hand. A faint smirk touched his lips as the glow in his eyes dimmed. "Hmm… it worked better than expected," he said softly. "I think I'll call it… Dark Hole."
He turned, walking away as embers of shadow drifted from his coat, fading into the night wind.
Behind him, thunder rumbled — not from the sky, but from the deep disturbance his attack had left in the planet's energy flow. Somewhere across the world, sensors blared, satellites flickered, and both SHIELD and HYDRA's hidden systems flagged the same anomaly:
Unidentified energy burst detected — origin: Alexander Morrow.
He smiled to himself, low and satisfied. "Alright," he muttered, voice rough in the night air. "This place gave me about thirty percent of the blood-crystals I need for the next ritual. Get the rest from four more bases, and I can do more than summon a demon—I can boost myself, level up properly."
He walked on, shadow falling with him. He sounded almost casual, but there was steel under the words. "I hope I get a hot one," he added with a brief, private laugh. "Mygarth the butler's useful, but I have priorities."
The grin faded into a more serious expression. He pictured the map in his mind: the crater behind him, the other facilities scattered across the globe. "A nest down, four to go," he said aloud. "And if anyone stands in the way… well, they won't enjoy the outcome."
He drew a deep breath and let the night swallow his shape. "Live your life to the fullest," he told the empty air, answering a question only he'd posed. "That's what I plan to do." Then he melted into the darkness, already planning the next strike.
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