The explosion had ripped through the far end of the facility, and the tremors still echoed through the floor as emergency lights flickered as the once room which was bright as sown was turn into dark red color Rize stood in the dimmed room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as naturally as a predator in the wild.The silence in her mind shattered was replaced by the cries and gunfire echoing through the compound. Panic, Desperation., Blood were the only thing could be hear .
She smiled faintly.
Her fingers brushed across her lips, slow and absentminded, as if savoring a memory. Then her gaze dropped to the cold metal chains binding her legs.Mr. Flower was there, wrapped around her chained leg. As she touched it, a small bloom unfurled—just one. The flower.Suddenly, she was somewhere else.
Sunlight kissed her skin.The air was warm and carried the scent of salt and ocean breeze. She stood barefoot on a sandy beach she was no longer wearing the white cloths in which the scientists did experiments on her but a beautiful blue dressBefore her, a woman sat in the sand, looking out to sea, wearing a simple white dress. Long black hair spilled over her shoulders.
as Rize eyes widen from the shock.
It was her.Her real mother. From before everything when wrong . From her first life.
Rize's heart ached. Tears welled, unbidden, carving down her cheeks.
"Mom…" she whispered.
All she wanted to do now was run to her hug her, bury her face in her shoulder, and tell her she was the best mother in the world. That she was sorry. That she would never disappoint her again.
She took a step forward, tears falling freely.
But her mother moved further away.
"No wait! Wait, don't go!" Rize called out, her voice cracking as she ran. But no matter how fast she moved, the woman kept drifting away, disappearing into the horizon.
The world twisted.
The ocean dried.The beach blackened and cracked like glass under pressure.In the next blink, she stood in a crimson field of red spider lilies, their petals dancing like blood in the wind.Beneath her feet, the water ran red. Thick. Warm. Bloody.
A corpse floated nearby. Feminine. Familiar.
Rize's breath caught.
It was her.Same height. Same build. Same face of the first life before she had reincarnated . Only… lifeless.And from its left eye socket grew a single, perfect white spider lily.
"Come touch me," it whispered in a voice both childlike and ancient.
"I'm Mr. Flower. Your best friend. Forever and ever."
Cautiously, trembling, Rize stepped forward.She reached out and plucked the flower from her own corpse's eye.
She didn't need to worry, right ?. It was Mr. Flower, after all her friend her only friend it the world.
The world shattered into a million pieces.
Pain speared through her skull. Her body arched violently.
As Back in the real world, the alarms screamed louder but something else screamed, too, as four tentacles burst from Rize's back.Long, coiling, alive. Crimson as fresh blood, edged in oily black.They slammed against the floor with a wet crack, twitching in the emergency lights like serpents made of shadow and rage.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders was no longer black, but white as sown
Rize opened her eyes.
She had finally changed.No longer fully human.
She was a mutant.
And she was starving.
She wanted flesh.She wanted blood.
Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, thick and stringy, falling in slow drops onto the cold, bloodstained floor.
Humans.She wanted to eat humans.
Gunfire echoed from down the hall as guards rushed past her door, trying to stop whoever had attacked the facility. They didn't even glance into the room, didn't realize the far greater monster they were leaving behind.
A slow smile spread across Rize's lips. As new four tentacles twitched and coiled around her
"Go ahead, Rize. They're just food now and a young girl need to eat food right "
Mr. Flower whispered sweetly in her ear.
Her eyes gleamed as she took her first trembling step toward the door.But just as she was about to reach it, she halted.The cold metal chain around her leg yanked tight, stopping her.
Rize blinked down at it, her head tilting slightly like a curious animal.A moment of silence stretched out.
Then, without hesitation, she lifted her leg high.
One of her four tentacles flashed forward, sharp as a blade.
Slice.
thump
Her own leg dropped to the ground with a wet thud, the heavy chain clanging after it.
Blood gushed out only for a second.
Instantly, her regeneration kicked in. Flesh, bone, and muscle twisted and wove themselves back together, forming a brand-new leg as if it had never been severed at all.
Rize flexed her toes experimentally, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips.
She was free.Finally free.
And now...
Now the hunt could truly begin
Meanwhile, in a quiet mansion across the country…
Professor Charles Xavier sat alone in his office, wearing Cerebro. His mind reached outward, alert. Something had stirred.It wasn't major… but it wasn't small, either.
A new mutant had awakened.
Powerful.
Alpha-level.
Their thoughts were difficult to read—twisted in pain, rage, and confusion. But one thing was certain: they were Angerer.
All the X-Men were off on a mission. There was no one to send. Not yet.
He closed his eyes with regret, fingers steepled under his chin.
"I'm sorry, child," Charles murmured. "I can't help you right now… but I promise I'll send someone soon. Just hold on a little longer."
He turned his focus outward again, searching for any ally who could help.
Because the storm had begun.
And somewhere, deep beneath the blood and rage—
—a lost girl was waiting.
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Please... spare me," a guard whimpered, falling to his knees in front of a tall man.
The man wore a white cap and a skeletal, grimacing mask.
He was none other than the legendary Taskmaster the one who had trained countless mercenaries, soldiers, and assassins.
He stood, calm and imposing, surveying the chaos with cold, calculating eyes. Around him, smoke billowed and alarms screamed, but he moved like it was just another day at work.
Taskmaster had been paid five million dollars by Oscorp for this job:Destroy the facility.Steal the experimental data.Leave no witnesses.
Simple. Clean. Lucrative.
The guard shivered under his gaze, clutching at Taskmaster's boots, begging for mercy.
Taskmaster tilted his head slightly, considering the guard's pathetic pleas.
Without a word, he raised his pistol and fired, shooting the man straight through the head.The body dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
Taskmaster holstered the gun and turned to head deeper into the facility.But then—he paused.
Screams. Gunfire.
Laughter.unhuman like laughter
Taskmaster narrowed his eyes behind the mask.He reached over his shoulder, pulling free both his sword and shield from their clips on his back.
"This just got interesting," he muttered under his breath, stepping forward into the dark.