I'm Alexander Pierce's son

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Having switched off, I expected to wake up from severe pain or at least to feel discomfort. But there was none of that. No wounds could be felt on my body. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was surrounded by a forest. I didn't understand how I'd got here, because I'd given the coordinates for another place. I felt fine. As I examined my appearance, I realised that these were not the clothes I had gone to work in. I was now wearing military type trousers and a single t-shirt with unreadable writing on it. Trying to check my stats, I couldn't get a response from the system. This made me very wary. Logically, no one should know about the system, and the ability to lock it down shouldn't exist at all. No, of course someone like a living tribunal might have the power to fight the system, but I almost got knocked off my skates in a fight with genetically modified soldiers, and how could I get his attention? Or the attention of someone else so high up in the scheme of this universe? It's not clear.

Thinking about it, I couldn't come to the core of the problem. However, I flashed a rather important thought: if the system doesn't work, what about the abilities? The acceleration worked properly, but I couldn't take even an intermediate form. This news was not very happy for me, because without it I was at best at the level of Captain America. I was distracted from my musings by an eerie roar that came from the east. Hoping I was still on the ground. I wandered in the opposite direction, not wanting to meet the owner of such vocal cords.

As I walked through the forest, I noticed a strange thing: during the whole time I was here, I didn't hear a single sound made by birds or animals. It was as if the whole forest had died out. And I might even have thought I was alone if that roar hadn't come again. Only to my senses it didn't seem to get any further, as if its owner was following me.

After a couple of hours of walking, I still hadn't left the forest and hadn't met a living soul, but that growl was getting closer by the hour. At first I thought I'd been thrown into the territory of the forest's top predator, which would explain the lack of other animals, but he couldn't have taken over such a large territory, could he? And how does it feed if there is no life for several kilometres?

I was pulled away from these thoughts by a growl that was much closer than before. Instead of a couple of hours, as I first thought, my meeting seemed to take place within 20-30 minutes. And as luck would have it, the sun was starting to set over the horizon, and soon without my animal abilities I would lose a decent portion of my effectiveness.

Deciding that since the battle couldn't be avoided anyway, I began preparations. Taking off the smelliest parts of my clothes, I was left in my trousers and bare torso. Thankfully, there was mud nearby, and I soaked my top and trousers, knocking the smell off. I piled my stuff in a pile and took a stick and hung up my pants in the shape of a flag to maximise the effectiveness of the bait. Climbing a nearby tree and armed with a fairly sharp rock, I felt probably as my ancestors did a couple of thousand years ago. Though if there was already a community of non-humans back then, that meant I felt even worse than some savages.

As I waited for it to appear, I saw a giant shadow a couple of dozen metres from my decoy. By "giant" I mean he was about two or three stories high. As it got closer, I was finally able to see it. It was a giant black wolf. His eyes were burning red and causing terror inside, even though he wasn't even looking in my direction. I looked at him, then at my rock, then at him and the rock again, and so on several times. Realising the hopelessness of my idea, I didn't even know what to do, as the beast had already approached my bait, which consisted of a T-shirt, a pair of socks and pants hung as a flag on a stick. The beast began to sniff and survey his surroundings, and his gaze spoke of considerable intelligence. Realising that he would soon notice me, I decided to act and with all the determination I had at that moment. Sighing I jumped onto the beast, hoping he wouldn't look up.

***Second after using a ticket at the school for the alternatively gifted***.

In the blue light in the underground floor, the body of a person appeared on the clean gleaming metal floor. The condition of this person was critical. A pool of blood immediately spread around the unfortunate man, and the only thing that saved him from fatal blood loss was the fact that he was lying on his stomach.

Around the corner, a door opened and two people came out of it, discussing something.- So I hope you can get used to the tserebro and take over for me sometimes. - The man in the wheelchair spoke.

- But Professor, all those voices. They just can't be controlled, there are so many of them. - Replied the girl with the fiery hair. In her eyes you could see the fear in discussing this topic.

As they rounded the corner, they swallowed the words they were about to say, as the very body in a pool of blood appeared in their path.

The red-haired girl immediately jumped down from her seat and approached the body, trying to read the memories to understand what had happened to this young man. Her face reflected shock when she couldn't get into his mind.

- Gene, pick him up gently with your telekinesis. I've already called for Hank. - Said the man, and his face also reflected the shock of encountering an insurmountable mental shield in the boy's mind. A defence of such strength he had not encountered even in other telepaths, and this kid was unconscious now, and his defences must have been severely weakened.

Lifting the body up, both telepaths were shocked again only by the injuries they saw. The boy's chest had a clear fist mark, and they couldn't understand how it was a miracle that his ribs had not pierced his heart.

A minute later, a man, who looked no more than 25-27 years old, appeared in the room for medical help. He was horrified to see the young man's condition.

- How is he still alive? - The man asked as if to himself.

At that moment, if Rain had been conscious, he would not have been able to answer that question himself. A few seconds after the doctor appeared, the system alerted the unconscious Rain.

The automatic track selection setup was complete.

At that moment, Vo Williams (ft. Sam Tinnesz & Ruslan) - Only Survivor played in the room

- Ummmm... Professor, where is this music coming from? - Jean asked puzzled.

- He's probably a strong telepath, otherwise it's not clear why he has such resistance to mental penetration. - Charles Xavier replied thoughtfully.

- Can you switch it off, because it's interfering with the operation? - Hank asked sullenly, putting on his gloves.

- Neither Gene nor I were able to break through his mental defences. - The professor sadly informed his close friend.

- You couldn't get inside his head! - Hank looked dumbfoundedly at Charles. And, receiving a meaningful nod, turned to the girl present in the room. - Jean, come here. You're going to help me. - McCoy began to remove the bullets from the guy's body.

***Dark Forest***

- Well, why exactly did he have to look up then? - I thought, preparing for a fight to the death. It heard me as I was falling, and when it saw my body it opened its mouth, hoping that I would fall into it like a grape. So I made a hard decision and sacrificed my weapon, sending it inside the throat of the enemy. This caused him to slam his mouth shut, and I was able to push back from his muzzle, hitting his nostril with all my might.

And so while this multi-metre long thing was coughing up pebbles like a 100% cat I ran up and threw a few punches at his weak points: his stomach and his throat. You'll say "brilliant" and I'll agree, because with that I helped the stone leave its body.

Not fully dodging the paw of total gratitude, I lost some meat by a couple of kilos from my left side. The funny thing was that my abilities were working against me: if I turned off the acceleration, I'd lose my head, and while it was working, I was losing blood very quickly. Having realised my condition, the beast even stopped trying to kill me and just didn't give me a chance to get away from him. How am I supposed to get out of this mess?

***Operation Room***

- Gene, clamp that artery while I stitch up your side. - Said a man who could have been mistaken for a butcher or a maniac because of the amount of blood on his hands and clothes.

- H-okay. - The girl replied, but the sight of blood and torn body parts was too horrible for the young woman. She began to feel dizzy and let go of the clamp. The wound abruptly began to fill with blood.

- Jin!!! I told you to hold the clamp! - The man shouted and his face began to turn blue. But he managed to suppress his anger in time.

At that moment, the tune in the room changed. The new song was familiar to those present, but that didn't make them happy, because AC/DC's Highway to Hell was playing.

- That's bad, isn't it? - Jin asked, looking at Hank.

***Dark Forest***

I never thought I'd die from just a wolf. Yeah, naturally it's giant, but in Marvel's world, dying by a wolf! It's, I don't know, kind of wrong. And here I am without a weighty body part on my right side looking probably like a biscuit after a bite right now. I see the wolfman walk slowly and arrogantly towards me, throwing me a look of utter contempt, and I hear the last phrase.

- You're nothing. - utters the wolf, and his fangs separate my head from my body.

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