The ground split and groaned under Abomination's massive frame as Alex slammed him down one final time. The hulking beast—once a mountain of rage and brutality—twitched violently, then stilled. His ragged breath came shallow and uneven, his chest caved in from Alex's relentless blows. His eyes rolled back into unconsciousness, body broken and beaten.
Alex stood over him, chest rising and falling like a predator who had finished the hunt. Nyx writhed restlessly in his grip, coiling as a living whip, hungry for more. But the battlefield fell into silence. No triumph. No relief. Just the eerie, suffocating calm that comes in the wake of destruction.
Then Alex raised his head.
Through the haze of smoke and flashing red strobes of emergency lights, General Ross stood stiff, his expression carved from equal parts fury and fear. Soldiers scattered around him—some dragging away the wounded, others pointing their rifles at Alex but refusing to pull the trigger.
The fog shifted, and Ross's men dragged out several soldiers who had been caught in the chaos. Their bodies were broken, armor shattered, blood leaking through scorched fatigues. Battery cores still sparked on their vests, flickering dim red before winking out entirely.
Alex's brows furrowed. His gaze swept the carnage, then returned to Ross."Look what you've done," he said, voice edged with venom.
Ross barked back, his tone as sharp as his fear was transparent. "Stand down, whatever the hell you are! Do you have any idea what you've just done?"
Alex didn't answer. Instead, Nyx struck like a serpent, wrapping Ross's throat in an instant. Soldiers shouted as Alex yanked the general off the ground one-handed, choking him effortlessly.
Ross gasped, boots thrashing, face darkening to red and purple as the living shadow constricted around his neck.
The cameras caught every second. News drones hovered overhead, zooming in to broadcast the shocking image live to millions: General Thaddeus Ross—America's most decorated commander, the man who had led the hunts for Hulk—dangling helplessly in Alex's grip.
A reporter's voice cracked on the live feed:"Is this… why is he attacking General Ross?"
Another anchor muttered off-mic, not realizing she was live:"Is there something bigger going on here we don't know about?"
The world watched in stunned silence. Alex had saved civilians, stopped Abomination's rampage—but now he was choking the very man heralded as a national hero.
Ross rasped between strangled gasps. "Y-you… think… you'll… walk away from this?"
Alex's golden eyes flared brighter. He leaned close, whispering words meant for Ross alone—though the tension in every syllable was broadcast across the world."So this is your way of saving face? Pinning the blame on me?"
Ross clawed helplessly at Nyx's grip as soldiers around them shouted orders, rifles rattling in trembling hands. Some took aim, but none dared fire.
The drones zoomed tighter. Millions of eyes were glued to their screens.
Alex's voice dropped, calm and merciless. "Tell me, General… do you honestly believe I fear anyone?"
Ross's eyes widened, his mask of authority faltering. For the first time, fear cracked through his steel facade.
Alex turned, addressing not just the soldiers, but the countless millions watching live."This monster here is Ross's creation. He is why Abomination exists. He's been hunting Hulk not to protect you, but because he wanted monsters of his own. Weapons. And when those weapons slipped from his leash, he blamed others."
The reaction was immediate. Gasps erupted from civilians behind the barricades. Social media feeds exploded, outrage scrolling across broadcasts. The myth of Ross's heroism shattered in real time.
On the command frequency, a general's voice barked orders:"Stand down! Stop him now!"
Soldiers raised their weapons in unison—only for every gun to shriek as metal warped, barrels twisting, triggers snapping under invisible force.
Alex didn't flinch. His golden eyes glimmered. "Do you really think bullets will make a difference?"
The air around them warped. Shadows lengthened, stretched thin—and then knives of living darkness ripped free. From under vehicles, across rooftops, even from the soldiers' own feet, razor-edged blades shot forth. They hovered inches from soldiers' throats, pulsing with the hunger of Alex's Darkness Authority.
"Anyone who moves…" Alex said, voice low and cold, "…will die."
The soldiers froze on instinct. Every shred of training screamed at them to fight, but the sight of those vibrating black knives silenced all courage. One twitch, one slip, and they'd be skewered.
Behind the barricades, the crowd erupted in panic. Some screamed. Some filmed on shaky phones. Others simply stood rooted in awe and terror. The news drones edged closer, every broadcast now split-screened across global networks.
The air itself seemed to choke with tension.
Ross gagged in Alex's grip, voice ragged. "Y-you… demon…"
Alex tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. "I've been called worse. But let's not pretend—you're the real monster here, Ross. How many experiments? How many soldiers did you sacrifice chasing your obsession?"
Ross's eyes bulged as he struggled, but Alex's words carried across the world, echoing in every home.
"You wanted Hulk. You wanted Abomination. You wanted weapons you could never control. And when your toys tore loose, you pointed the finger at me. Pathetic."
The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, fingers trembling against triggers. The black blades quivered in the air, vibrating closer as if awaiting their master's command.
"Stand down!" a lieutenant cried out, his voice breaking. Not a single soldier dared move.
Alex lifted Ross higher, forcing the man to stare into his glowing gaze."No matter what you say, Ross, everyone knows the truth now."
Then, with a flick of his wrist, Alex flung Ross like discarded garbage onto the hood of an army truck. The general crumpled, coughing violently.
Nyx slithered, coiling toward Abomination's unconscious form. Darkness surged and wrapped the broken monster in chains before both he and the shadows snapped out of existence, vanishing like smoke in the wind.
Without another word, Alex turned away. Calm. Untouched. He walked back toward his car, ignoring soldiers and civilians alike. None dared stop him. Moments later, the sleek vehicle roared to life and pulled away, disappearing into the storm-slick streets.
High above, inside a helicopter, Bruce Banner sat in silence. His fists trembled, not from anger, but from the weight of what he'd just witnessed.
"I'm leaving too," he muttered, barely audible.
Beside him, Betty swallowed hard, her knuckles white as she gripped her seat. She turned to the pilot. "Get us out of here."
The pilot hesitated. "But my orders—"
"The one who gave you those orders is now a wanted criminal," Betty snapped, her voice hard. "From this moment forward, you listen to me."
The pilot stiffened, then nodded quickly. Without protest, he veered the helicopter away, fading into the night sky.
Below, SHIELD response teams swarmed the wreckage, patching the broken streets, tending to the wounded, and trying desperately to restore order to a city that had just witnessed power beyond comprehension.
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