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Chapter 20: Adam Brainwashed me!
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[This is a fucking slaughter. It's beautiful.]
[Tf? This is one of the most graphic shows I've seen.]
[Aghh! Why spiders? I feel itchy just looking at them.]
[Dude, they're mechanical spiders, like what?]
[Duuude, they remind me of the spiders back at home! I'm Australian, ok?]
[Oh, ahem, sorry.]
They moved down the corridor, a whirlwind of coordinated destruction. Wolverine, who had spent over a century fighting, had never felt so… relaxed in a battle.
He is used to taking back shots... I mean, bullets. He's used to pain, but this time, he barely felt any.
The enemies, they were slow, worse in every way, and when they hit him, they suffered too.
He can not describe just how amazing that is.
Furthermore, he didn't have to worry about flanking attacks or suppressing fire; Adam himself or his spiders usually take care of that.
Blood splattered the white walls in abstract patterns.
Adam's own growth was staggering. Over the past month, his raw speed had decreased; a side effect of replacing Primse Slow with Prime Stupefy; but his technical skill had exploded.
His movements were a fluid, brutal ballet. He parried a baton strike with his blade, twisted the weapon from the guard's hand, and drove his knife into the man's armpit, severing nerves and arteries.
He moved with the effortless economy of a master, every motion moving toward the swiftest death.
Wolverine had noticed such details.
Adam's battle sense had dramatically leaped at the start of the past month, only growing with time.
They breached a reinforced door into a larger holding area. Waiting for them was a task force, and at its center stood a giant.
The man was over seven feet tall, his skin having a rocky, gray texture.
A mutant. And he was working for the M.R.D. Not too rare.
Sometimes they pay well, but sometimes they brainwash your brain into thinking they pay well.
"Barrage! Take the feral one! We'll handle the other!" The squad leader yelled.
The giant, Barrage, roared and charged Wolverine, his fist, the size of a cinder block, swinging in a devastating arc.
Stupefy.
Adam focused the curse solely on the giant.
It was a ludicrous energy drain, especially against powerful targets, but necessary nonetheless.
The brute's eyes, once full of savage intent, glazed over with sudden confusion.
His charge faltered, his powerful swing becoming clumsy and telegraphed.
Logan didn't need to see the opening; he trusted or smelled that he opening would be there.
He was used to fighting against or alongside Adam, the effect the latter's powers have on targets.
He ducked under the slow, wide punch and drove his claws deep into Barrage's thigh.
Adamantium is a virtually indestructible man-made steel alloy with astonishing power, thus ignoring much of Barrage's defense.
The mutant bellowed in pain and confusion, swatting at Logan with his other hand.
The blow connected, sending Logan skidding back, only for Recoil to ensure Barrage's own wrist snapped with the force of the impact.
While they traded blows, Adam turned his attention to the task force. He became a ghost.
He Faded between them, his blade a silver flicker that was further made nigh invisible by the explosion of smoke and electric shockwave, followed by a deafening high-pitched sound.
The source of all was two of his little, lovely pets that self-destructed.
A guard aimed his rifle and started shooting randomly in fear, and the others followed suit, killing each other in the chaos.
The guard almost emptied his entire magazine, his expression morphing into horror at the realization of what he had done.
The spiders were a surprise that destroyed any planning they had. They were doomed from the very start.
The guard faced his doom too, as Adam appeared amidst the heavy smoke and grabbed the barrel, and forced it upward into the jaw of the man behind him.
Adam didn't need to see, for everyone in the room, aside from Logan, had been cursed by him.
He could instinctively feel his curses attached to them, like walking flashlights, calling for him to end them.
He spun, his pistol firing twice; two headshots, two collapsing bodies.
A mechanical spider dropped from the ceiling onto the squad leader's face, its electro-sting delivering a paralyzing jolt.
In less than ten seconds, the task force was a heap of bodies. Adam turned, his gun raised.
Barrage was on his knees, bleeding from a dozen wounds, clumsily trying to grab Wolverine, who had his claws stuck in the giant's chest.
Adam took careful aim and fired three times.
The energy rounds struck the giant in the same spot on his temple, the reinforced skull finally cracking on the third impact.
Barrage slumped forward, dead.
Heart Shredded by Logan's Claws. Head cracked by bullets. There is only so much his defense can do.
Without a word, Adam and Logan split up, their plan meticulously pre-ordained by Adam's strategic mind.
Logan turned left, heading for the sub-level detention blocks, a one-mutant liberation force.
Adam went right, toward the central command hub. His path was a masterclass in urban warfare.
He used grenades scavenged from fallen guards to breach sealed doors.
Explosions rocked the facility as he systematically dismantled its defensive capabilities.
The enemy's every piece of tech was becoming a weapon in his hands; his spiders did their job diligently as a delivery service, delivering grenades amidst enemy lines.
He finally kicked in the door to the command room. The three technicians inside spun in their chairs, faces pale with terror.
Adam didn't hesitate. BANG. BANG. BANG. Three clean shots. There was only one more, no technician, but someone of higher standing.
He goes by the name of Hendricks, and the length of his chin is only surpassed by his hatred of mutants.
There was one in front of him in the form of Adam, but unfortunately, his efforts were thwarted by a tiny mechanical spider that paralyzed him with a simple electric shock.
He sat at the main terminal, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
His Cyberpathy had never shone brighter, enhanced by Doom's intellect.
It made the complex security codes look like child's play. In only a couple of minutes, he had full control.
He found the function he was looking for. A wide smile touched his lips beneath the mask.
He typed the command and leaned back.
A robotic, female voice echoed through the entire facility, from the deepest cell to the highest watchtower.
"Self-destruct sequence initiated. Authorization: Hendricks. T-minus three minutes. All personnel evacuate."
The robotic voice continued its grim countdown as Adam's fingers flew across the command console.
He initiated a full site clearance, overriding all locks.
Throughout the facility, cell doors hissed open, and restraint harnesses clicked apart.
Beside him, the trussed-up security chief, a man named Hendricks, strained against his bonds.
"You have no idea what you've done, you mutant filth!" Hendricks spat, his face purple with rage.
"There are protocols! There will be a reckoning! You'll be begging for the sweet release of this facility when the higher-ups are through with you!"
Adam didn't look away from the screen, where a progress bar showed the data download was 98% complete. "I'm sure there will be," He replied, his voice a monotone of feigned interest.
"Tell me more about these 'higher-ups.' Their names would be so helpful for my future… networking."
He was indulging the man, feeding his ego just enough to keep him talking.
As Hendricks ranted about political connections and black-ops budgets, and lowly mutants, Adam picked up his phone.
A small app, designed by Forge, displayed a waveform analysis. It had captured and saved a perfect vocal print of Hendricks's voice; every undulation, every timbre.
Oh, that shall prove to be very useful, Adam thought darkly. He then raised his pistol and, without a flicker of emotion, shot Hendricks in the head.
[I have a feeling he's cooking up some crazy shit again.]
[That look! It's the same when he blamed everything on Hydra before!]
[Hydra is gonna suffer. F for Hydra.]
[F][F][F][RIP][+1]...
[Hail Hydra!]
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He met Wolverine in the main detention block. The scene was one of liberated horror.
Logan's face was a mask of unsightly rage, his usual gruffness replaced by a trembling, silent fury.
He was helping emaciated, trembling mutants out of their cells.
Some, recently captured, were merely terrified and malnourished.
Others were in states of profound physical and psychological ruin.
It was hell on Earth.
[Wtf]
[This is too much, right? Like, way more graphic than anything I've ever seen]
[Thought I could watch this with my kid, guess not]
[Hydra is so fucking evil, man.]
[??????? This is not fucking Hydra's doing. Like, they evil, but this is not them.]
[? Oh, my bad.]
[Tf, Adam brainwashed you!!! He brainwashed me too!]
[Wait, I was also thinking fuck Hydra, as if everything bad that happens automatically becomes Hydra's fault, Wtf?]
[Adam! Get out of my head!]
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