The night was quiet after Alex left. By dawn, the crater where the Hydra base had been was already drawing attention. Satellites picked up the anomaly, emergency crews were called, and intelligence agencies started checking. By morning, everyone who monitored hidden threats was talking about it.
Alex watched the reports for a while. He didn't stay long; it was all the same. "Unidentified blast," "possible terrorist attack," "facility collapse." No one guessed what had really happened.
He walked back into the city as the sun rose, hands in his pockets. Streets looked normal—people going to work, kids waiting for buses, vendors opening their stalls. Life went on, even after a base had been erased from the earth. That made him smile. Life keeps moving. That was useful.
When he got home, Maria was already awake on the couch, reading. She looked up at him, her worry clear.
"You did this?" she asked quietly.
"I did," Alex said, sitting beside her. "It was one of theirs. It had to go."
Maria frowned. "One of whose? Alex… who are these people? You keep saying 'them.'"
"Hydra," he answered simply.
Maria blinked. "Hydra? Those old Nazis? The exhibits in the war museums say they were destroyed decades ago."
"That's what they want people to think," Alex said. "Hydra never really died. They went underground. They build secret bases, experiment with things nobody should. They're worse now than they were then."
Maria's voice dropped. "You're serious."
"I wouldn't risk my life if I wasn't," Alex said. "This base was one of theirs. Four more are out there. I'm going to finish what I started. Then the ritual."
Maria reached for his hand. "You could have been killed. You could have hurt people—"
"I made sure no one who knew anything got out alive," he said. "I don't hit civilians. I'm careful."
Maria was quiet for a moment. "You said this was about helping people. Summoning demons and destroying bases… it sounds like revenge."
"It's both," Alex said. "And I know what I'm doing. I won't let it get out of control."
She didn't relax completely. But she trusted him enough to put a hand to his cheek and say, "Come home at night."
"I will," he promised.
No one knew who had destroyed the base. Hydra scrambled to hide, while SHIELD and other agencies tried to figure out what had happened. Some noticed patterns from previous incidents—energy readings, destruction style—but no one could pinpoint the attacker.
Alex didn't need gear or weapons. He didn't rush or make a scene. He didn't leave any traces that could be tracked. He moved quietly, taking what he needed from the other bases— blood-crystals for his ritual—without anyone realizing who he was or how powerful he really was.
Back home, he acted normal. He drank coffee, talked with Maria and others, laughed with the others. To them, he was just him. Nobody suspected the scale of what he was capable of.
He had a goal, and he would get there. Four more bases. The ritual. Power enough to make sure nothing like Hydra could rise again—or if it tried, they would pay.
That night, he left for the next base. No one knew he was coming. No one expected him. He walked through the city like any other person, blending in.
The next few nights were the same.
Alex moved like a ghost. Each Hydra base he entered was erased from the inside out. Guards fired; bullets crumbled in the air before they could reach him. Security drones shut down as soon as they scanned him. Doors opened or bent when he wanted them to.
The first two bases were easy. He slipped inside, killed everyone who fought him, and left no trace. No alarms reached the surface until long after he was gone.
The third base was different.
It sat under an old shipping yard. Alex dropped into the tunnel and landed without a sound. The corridors were empty for the most part, but the air felt wrong. He passed ruined labs, shattered equipment, and dark tanks holding something viscous.
A voice came from the shadows. "We knew a rat was coming," it said. "So we waited. I was told to show you something."
A shape stepped into the dim light — big and humanoid, but not human. Its skin was pale gray-green, veins pulsing faint purple. Its eyes burned violet. Each step left a thrum in the floor.
Alex stopped. "You're new," he said.
The creature smiled with jagged teeth. "You've been tearing up our nests. You think you're untouchable. I'm not like the others."
"Show me," Alex said.
The creature didn't hesitate. It charged, hands flaring with purple energy, and fired a blast down the corridor. Walls cracked and the floor split under the force.
Alex didn't move. The blast hit an invisible field around him and fizzled. "Loud," he said. "Still a pawn."
The creature roared and lunged, swinging with all its strength. Alex caught the blow in one palm. Bone cracked under his grip.
"Good try," he said.
He pushed. Dark red-black energy flowed from him, wrapping the creature like chains. It thrashed and snarled, but the aura tightened until it stopped moving.
Alex's eyes glowed. "I don't waste pieces," he said quietly. "You'll be useful."
He lifted the man to his level, choking him slightly. "Tell me… what are you?" Alex asked, staring at the figure. He had never seen anything like this, though maybe it belonged in some comic he had read recently.
"My name's Ryan," the man said, struggling to speak. "I… I'm Mutant—"
Alex's eyes turned from green to red as darkness began to swirl around him. His aura intensified, and before Ryan could react, the energy consumed him. His body twisted and hardened, transforming into a demon.
"A demon with psionic energy, a hardened body, and enhanced strength," Alex murmured, as he secured Ryan in his shadow, he is now unconsious after the transformation. He left the base behind, calm as ever. "Only two bases left. Let's see how the others fare."
He vanished into the shadows.
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