Like a superhero?
Go read the chapter before this if you didn't
Guess who's is the kid.
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Back in the corridors where Jean and Cyclops stood, a surge of psychic energy had momentarily startled Jean, a fleeting glimpse into the storm of emotions that churned within Revan.
"Theon?" Jean's voice trembled with concern, her empathic abilities sensing the turbulent turmoil that had momentarily consumed Revan.
Cyclops, alarmed by the sudden surge, questioned, "Jean, are you alright? What's happening?"
"It's Theon... he's not himself," Jean murmured, her worry evident.
Cyclops contemplated their next move. "Should we try to find him?"
"No, it's too risky," Jean replied urgently. "You know his telekinetic abilities can be unpredictable. Let's wait."
As suddenly as it had begun, the surge of energy subsided, leaving Jean visibly relieved. "He's... he's back to normal now."
Cyclops sighed with a mixture of frustration and concern. "That kid's going to give us all heart attacks."
/Wolverine and Storm/
Logan, his senses honed from years of combat, fought alongside Storm, their coordinated movements a seamless dance against the lurking dangers within Striker secret base. As they navigated the corridors, his instincts tingled, a primal warning of an unseen threat lurking nearby.
"Storm, somethin's not right," Logan growled lowly, his senses on high alert.
Storm scanned the dimly lit surroundings.
"What is it?"
"I don't know there is just something incredibly dangerous"
Their movements grew more cautious, every step laden with caution as they continued down the corridor, prepared for whatever malevolent force awaited them. Yet, just as abruptly as the warning had surged, it dissipated, leaving Wolverine unsettled by the eerie shift in the atmosphere.
"What the hell was that?" Logan muttered, his brow furrowed in confusion.
/Back to Revan/
In a different wing of the compound, Revan, leading a group of seven children, cautiously navigated through the dimly lit corridors. One of the children, the same who had approached him earlier, clung to Revan's arm, a silent plea for reassurance amidst the chaos.
"I'll keep you safe," Revan assured the child, his voice a gentle yet firm promise.
As they moved through the shadowy depths of the compound, the child spoke up, their voice a whisper in the eerie silence. "Mister, why were you so angry?"
Revan's steps faltered briefly, a torrent of emotions flooding his mind at the innocent query. He crouched down, meeting the child's curious gaze, the haunted memories lurking beneath his steely exterior.
"There are things in this world that should never touch innocence," Revan began, his voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and determination. "Sometimes, when we see injustice and cruelty, it ignites a fire within us."
The child listened intently, their eyes wide with understanding. "Like a superhero?"
Revan's lips quirked into a faint smile, a glimmer of warmth amidst the darkness. "Maybe a different kind of hero, but yes, trying to make things right... hey what's your name?"
"I am Remy" answered the kid
"I am Theon you will see my face once we are out of there"
Revan's path through the compound remained remarkably clear of any further encounters with soldiers, unlike the ongoing struggles faced by Jean, Storm, Cyclops, and Wolverine; who were facing soldiers left and right.
As he maneuvered through the labyrinthine corridors, a stroke of luck guided him to the highly coveted adamantium that had been his primary objective. The glint of the metallic block caught his eye, nestled within the heart of a volatile chamber.
Utilizing his telekinetic abilities, Revan carefully manipulated the controls, cooling down the heating device that encased the adamantium block. With precision and finesse, he directed the chilling process until the metal reached a manageable temperature.
Once the adamantium cooled to a suitable degree, Revan employed his telekinetic prowess once more. Focused and determined, he lifted the solid block of adamantium with a gentle yet firm manipulation of the Force, hoisting it above the ground and away from any potential dangers within the chamber.
Remy, astonished by witnessing Revan's telekinetic abilities, looked at him with wide-eyed wonder. "You have a superpower too?"
Revan paused for a moment, meeting Remy's gaze, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Yes, Remy, I have powers that let me move things with my mind. It helps me protect people and make things right."
Remy's eyes sparkled with fascination, a silent admiration for Revan's abilities evident in his expression. "That's so cool!"
Revan nodded, securing the adamantium block with his telekinesis as he carefully guided the group of children towards safety. Amidst the chaos and danger, a sense of determination and responsibility filled him, the weight of the adamantium block a tangible reminder of the crucial role he was about to play in the upcoming conflicts.
"We need to get out of here," Revan stated calmly, a sense of urgency coloring his tone as he led the group onward, the precious adamantium block hovering protectively by his side.
As Revan and the children navigated through the compound, they arrived at the control room, finding themselves face-to-face with Striker and Jason, accompanied by a group of soldiers. The tension in the room was palpable as Revan weighed his options, aware of the imminent danger looming over them all.
The temptation to take immediate action against Striker surged within Revan. The atrocities orchestrated by this man fueled a visceral rage, urging him to end it right then and there. However, the presence of the children beside him tempered his impulses.
Striker's cold voice broke the silence, "Jason, deal with him!"
Before Jason could act upon Striker's command, Revan acted swiftly. Drawing upon his telepathic abilities, he directed an intense surge of energy towards Jason. The overwhelming force caused Jason to stagger backward, the sheer impact overwhelming his senses, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The soldiers, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, hesitated, unsure of their next move as their intended course of action lay incapacitated before them. Striker's eyes widened with alarm, his plans crumbling before his eyes.
Revan held his ground, his determination unwavering. His mind raced with potential strategies, weighing the safety of the children against the threat posed by Striker and his armed entourage.
"We need to leave now," Revan asserted firmly, his voice carrying an air of command as he gestured for the children to move behind him, shielding them from any potential harm.
Striker, seething with frustration, barked orders at his remaining soldiers, "Stop them! Don't let them escape!"
The soldiers hesitated, glancing at each other with uncertainty, caught between their loyalty to Striker and the evident danger.
'Fuck this' tought Theon
He centered his concentration on each individual within the room and made their hearts stop, killing them in the process.
A clean death with no blood spilled.
'"Apologies, Jason" Revan muttered under his breath, aware of the risks of leaving someone compromised alive.
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Power:[Omni-science]
(Molecule Man)
The user possesses all forms of science, powers, and potential, ascending themselves beyond superhuman, planetary, and mundane scale, achieving a potent scientific variation of nigh-omnipotence. The user naturally can manipulate matter, energy, forces, and particles on a microscopic and macroscopic scale, from operating on a subatomic scale or galactic size. They can affect the upscale structures of any material that exists in the universe and beyond; however, the user only has the potential to accomplish God-like features, not the information to execute them skillfully.