I do apologies for the name changes in the story but I had to due to copy right infringement!!
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Emil Blonsky, an elite soldier, harbored a singular conviction: true masculinity equated to immense size and strength. He saw the as the ultimate embodiment of this ideal, a being who grew larger with every provocation, every blow. His admiration bordered on obsession; he believed the truest form of reverence was to understand, and ultimately, to become that which he worshipped. And so, he took action.
"Let me preface this by stating unequivocally: this serum is unstable. If unforeseen complications arise…" the gaunt scientist began, his voice laced with apprehension.
"Enough of your caveats! I know precisely what I'm doing. Any further delay, and you'll regret it!" snarled impatiently. "Keep injecting me! I will surpass them !"
Observing this exchange, Mr. Blue couldn't help but shake his head in silent disbelief. Stronger than the , simply by injecting a serum derived from his blood? The notion was ludicrous, defying the very principles of biology. Even controlled hybridization demanded generations of meticulous selection. But was beyond reason, his obsession bordering on madness. Mr. Blue, ever the pragmatist, was more than willing to facilitate the soldier's delusion.
As a clandestine online acquaintance of , Mr. Blue had conducted numerous unauthorized experiments, granting him access to the 's unique blood. Now, he was using as a volatile test subject to validate his findings. The 's power is far more potent than I initially calculated. My current understanding isn't sufficient to fully unlock the potential within his bloodline. This presents a significant complication… Mr. Blue harbored his own agenda, planning a swift departure and a period of deep concealment immediately following the injection.
"If, by some miracle, you retain any semblance of your cognitive functions, feel free to seek me out again. Perhaps a future collaboration might be… mutually beneficial," Mr. Blue offered, his tone laced with insincerity. He fully expected this to be 's final act. The soldier's physiology simply couldn't withstand the raw power of the serum. The most optimistic outcome was a grotesque genetic mutation followed by capture and a grim existence as a government lab rat.
A primal roar ripped from 's throat as the transformation commenced. His body contorted and expanded, tearing through the ceiling with brutal force. His skin hardened, taking on a reptilian texture, and sharp, jagged bone spurs erupted along his spine. "Power! This is true power!" roared, his face a grotesque mask of ecstasy and agony as the serum coursed through his veins. But the raw power was inextricably linked to a simmering rage, a dark shadow that intertwined with 's own twisted desires, coalescing into a singular, potent emotion: hatred.
In his distorted mind, christened himself "Abomination," a title born from his newfound power. It was a desperate attempt to reclaim the shattered self esteem left in the 's wake, a declaration of his intent to surpass and ultimately destroy the green behemoth, proving his own supremacy.
"Abomination, is it? I rather suspect your aspirations for revenge against the will be… curtailed. Because I am here." Several alien figures breached the laboratory through shattered windows, their movements fluid and unsettling as they scaled walls and scuttled across the floor, swiftly encircling the monstrous Abomination. Mr. Blue recoiled, tearing his gaze from 's horrifying transformation to stare in bewildered astonishment at these creatures of unknown origin.
As a seasoned biologist, Mr. Blue recognized instantly that these creatures were unlike anything he had ever encountered – likely not of terrestrial origin. Their chitinous exoskeletons and distinctly… alien… physiology were unlike any known Earth, based life form. A morbid fascination momentarily arrested his escape, his scientific curiosity overriding himself, preservation instincts.
However, when a Messenger Xenomorph, its eyeless head seemingly fixated on him, positioned itself nearby, paralysis gripped Mr. Blue. He could only press himself against the wall, inching along with agonizing slowness, desperate to distance himself from the epicenter of primal hatred and burgeoning violence.
"Did Ross send you? This is pathetic! He used to be my general, shackling me with his ridiculous regulations! Now the tables have turned! I am stronger than him!" A torrent of violent, vengeful thoughts surged through the Abomination's grotesque mind.
"Do you believe your stronger than him? How… convenient. Because if I am stronger than you, then it logically follows that I am entitled to take everything you possess." As Enzer spoke, his gaze raked across the Abomination's hulking form, sharp and assessing. Frankly, the Abomination was aesthetically displeasing, far less… refined than the , but Enzer's interests lay elsewhere.
"What is that look in your eyes?" the Abomination growled.
"Eyes of admiration," Enzer replied smoothly. "In my estimation, your… further transformations will reveal a profound, albeit unconventional, beauty."
This unexpected praise startled the Abomination. This little insect is clearly deranged, he thought, raising a massive foot to crush Enzer. Beautiful? Ugly? My own thoughts are a chaotic mess, and now this lunatic is spouting nonsense. A grotesque grin stretched across his jagged teeth as he anticipated the satisfying squelch of Enzer's demise.
Boom! His massive foot crashed through the weakened floor, creating a gaping chasm instead of crushing its intended target. "You lack even the coordination to land a simple stomp, yet you dare to dream of confronting the ?" Enzer moved with preternatural speed, backpedaling and gesturing. Instantly, more alien figures materialized from the shadows, converging upon the Abomination, forming a menacing circle before launching a coordinated assault.
The aliens, typically under three meters in height, were dwarfed by the Abomination's imposing, roughly ten foot frame and dense musculature. However, their numerical advantage was undeniable. Eleven of them unleashed a relentless barrage, the largest Blood Xenomorph surging forward, its bladed tail whipping towards the Abomination's eyes.
"Is that the best you've got? These… insects?" This was the Abomination's first encounter with such creatures, but fear was absent. A guttural laugh erupted as he lunged, snatching a slower, moving alien in his massive hand. A cruel triumph twisted his features as he began to squeeze. But instead of the expected crimson, a vibrant, corrosive green splattered across his palm. The 's blood. And this blood was an extraordinarily potent acid. The instant it made contact, the Abomination unleashed an earth, shattering shriek of agony! Pain beyond imagining! This substance, capable of dissolving super alloys in moments, burned through the Abomination's hide as if it were tissue paper, despite its resilience to rocket launcher explosions.
Sizzle! The corrosive blood seared through his flesh, dissolving muscle and sinew, exposing the stark white of bone. Worse still, the acid began to erode the bone itself. Fortunately for the Abomination, a powerful regenerative ability kicked in. With another roar, the ravaged tissues began to knit themselves back together at an astonishing rate. But this precious window of vulnerability allowed the remaining aliens to swarm him.
Several Messenger Xenomorphs, agile and swift, scaled the walls, seeking opportune angles to unleash their own acidic projectiles, leaving trails of gruesome scars across the Abomination's regenerating hide. The monstrous creature roared in frustrated fury. His immense size meant that any alien he managed to grasp could endure significant limb loss without immediate incapacitation. Only the physically superior Blood Xenomorph offered any real resistance to his grip. "What are these things?!" The Abomination smashed down three aliens in quick succession, yet the relentless, coordinated assault was proving surprisingly effective.
The aliens fought with a terrifying synergy. Just as the Abomination's massive hand closed on one, others would exploit the opening, launching attacks that forced him to shift his focus, or endure the pain of their counter offensives. He finally managed to seize another alien, but the cost was immediate and brutal. A Blood Xenomorph lunged forward, its jaws distending as the inner, tongue, like set of teeth, the Nest Fang, shot out with bullet,like speed, sinking its razor, sharp tips into one of the Abomination's eyes. With a savage yank, it tore free, a spray of greenish blood erupting from the wound.
The Abomination roared in agony as the Blood Xenomorph latched onto his torn flesh, its rasping mouthparts greedily sucking at his unique, mutated blood, rapidly replenishing its own vitality. "Now… for the grand finale." Enzer, having maintained a cautious distance, observed the unfolding chaos, waiting for the opportune moment. It had finally arrived. Indeed, this precise moment, the chance to acquire a uniquely powerful host, was the primary reason he had accepted Blade's dangerous proposition and involved himself in this operation.