If you Like this story! Check out my other storys ! Lord of Chaos In Dc! and Dragon Slayer in Marvel!
AND
If you wish to read more or simply support me just because ? than check out my patreon at
"https://www.patreon.com/Riadooo"
You can Get Access to 3 More Chapters OR 7 More Chapters if you want !
/*\
The hum of the jet filled the cabin as the snowy expanse of Northern Finland stretched endlessly below them. Inside, the atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed for a team flying toward their first Pantheon mission.
"So," Fire leaned back in her seat, smirking at the woman across from her, "you and Guy broke up again?"
Ice groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Don't remind me, Beatriz."
Diana chuckled from the pilot's seat, glancing back over her shoulder. "If I'm keeping count correctly, that makes… what, the seventh breakup in the last two years?"
Ice shot upright, her cheeks red. "Ninth," she muttered, instantly regretting it.
That sent Fire into a laughing fit. "Ninth! Tora, you love the man, I get it, but he's an asshole. He cheated on you. Dump him. Forever. For good this time."
"I know, I know!" Ice pouted, hugging herself as if to block out the sting. "I love him… but he's just—ugh—he's impossible."
"Impossible and unworthy," Fire corrected sharply.
While the two women bickered, Cyborg sat in silence, his glowing optics fixed on the empty horizon outside.
Fire noticed. She arched an eyebrow and nudged him with her boot. "What's with you, robot man? You've been sitting there like a statue. You bored already?"
Victor shook his head, his voice low and flat. "I'm not bored. Just… not exactly thrilled about going on a mission where the objective is executing someone."
Fire snorted. "Wuss. You chose to join the Pantheon. This isn't the Justice League. Sometimes evil doesn't deserve a prison cell—it deserves the grave. In my country, Brazil, we know that. Some people are pure poison. You kill them, or they'll kill ten more. You really think it's so different here in America?"
Cyborg's jaw tightened. "If that's true, then why are you even here? This isn't your backyard."
Before Fire could snap back, Ice interjected gently, "Because it's a collaborative effort. Doctor Psycho is American, yes, but his base is here in Finland. The International League is considering joint missions with Jason Anderson's Pantheon. That's why we're here. And for the record—" she folded her arms, "—I actually agree with you, Victor. I'm not exactly excited about… executing anyone."
Fire rolled her eyes. "Soft hearts, the both of you."
"Enough." Diana's voice cut through the cabin like steel. "We've arrived."
The jet touched down silently on an isolated stretch of frozen tundra, far from any settlements. The four disembarked, cloaked in the howl of icy wind, their capes and coats whipping around them as they advanced.
The infiltration was efficient. Cyborg disabled the outer perimeter defenses in seconds, his systems overriding locks and cameras with calculated precision. Fire and Ice handled the guards swiftly, nonlethal takedowns for now, while Diana's presence ensured nothing stalled their pace.
Within minutes, they were in the heart of the complex, descending deeper into its bowels by way of a secured elevator. The soft hum of machinery echoed as the doors rattled open…
The reinforced alloy door to Doctor Psycho's inner sanctum didn't so much open as cease to exist, vaporized by a precise plasma blast. Wonder Woman led the charge, her golden tiara gleaming under the sterile, cold light, her expression one of grim determination. Cyborg followed, his heavy footfalls echoing on the polished floor, with Fire and Ice flanking him, their elemental auras simmering and crystalline with readiness for a fight.
But the battle they expected never came. Instead, they were met with a silence more deafening than any explosion, and a sight that stole the breath from their lungs.
The chamber was vast, a cathedral of suffering. Rows upon rows of clear cylindrical tubes stretched into the gloom, each one a vertical coffin. And in each tube, suspended in a faintly glowing amber nutrient fluid, was a woman.
Naked. Violated. Remade.
Diana's Amazonian composure, hardened in the forges of Themyscira and on the battlefields of a hundred worlds, shattered. Her face, a moment ago a mask of warrior resolve, paled. Her lips parted in a silent, horrified gasp, and she took an involuntary step back, her hand flying to the hilt of her sword as if to steady herself against a physical blow.
The mutations were a grotesque gallery of madness. One woman had four arms, the extra pair stitched crudely to her shoulders, their hands floating limply like dead spiders. Another had her legs replaced with what looked like the tentacles of a giant squid, coiled and dormant. A third had no mouth, her features smooth skin below the nose, her eyes wide with a terror that had long since broken her mind.
But the worst were the tubes. Thin, clear conduits snaked into their bodies—into their eyes, their mouths, their abdomens. Most horrifyingly, several were invasively connected to their most intimate areas, a cold, clinical violation whose purpose was unmistakably not scientific, but sadistic. It was a monument to one man's bottomless depravity, a engine designed for nothing but agony and defilement.
A choked gag sounded from behind. Ice's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. The ice crystals forming protectively around her fingers shattered as her concentration broke. She stumbled, falling to her knees as her stomach violently rejected the horror before her. Dry heaves wracked her frame.
"Tora!" Fire gasped, her own face ashen. She dropped beside her friend, one hand holding back Ice's hair, the other rubbing her back. But her comforting words died in her throat. Her gaze was trapped by a nearby tube where a woman's eyelids had been surgically removed, her unblinking stare a window into a soul that had been utterly extinguished. Fire's own fiery spirit flickered, dampened by a cold, consuming dread.
Cyborg stood frozen. His cybernetic eye whirred, scanning, analyzing, and reporting biological data his human brain refused to process. Subject 743: Limbic system shows unprecedented activity consistent with perpetual terror. Subject 810: Neural pathways artificially stimulated to bypass pain inhibitors. Subject 566: Reproductive system…
"No…" The word was a broken whisper from his human lips. His logic centers, his programming, his very soul short-circuited. "No. This… this can't be." A human mind, a human heart, had conceived of this. Had built it. The calculations were impossible. The reality was untenable. His mind blanked, overwhelmed by a tsunami of revulsion so profound it threatened to shut down his systems.
From a catwalk above, a handful of lab-coated scientists who had been monitoring the nightmarish displays finally noticed the intruders. They froze, data pads slipping from their fingers to clatter on the floor.
The sound snapped Wonder Woman from her stupor. The fear on her face was incinerated, replaced by a wrath of divine purity. She did not look at the scientists. She looked at her team. Her voice, when it came, was low, colder than the depths of space, and vibrated with barely contained fury.
"Fire… Ice… Cyborg…" she said, each name a hammer strike. "This is the reason why Jason is right."
She finally turned her head, her eyes burning with Hades' own fire as they locked onto the cowering scientists.
"Go ahead," she commanded, the challenge echoing in the chamber of horrors. "Make an argument as to why these people should be left to live."
There was no answer. Only the hum of machinery and Tora's ragged breathing.
There was only the sound of servos engaging. Cyborg's human hand morphed, plates shifting and locking with a series of sharp clicks and whirs, the barrel of a sonic cannon glowing with a deadly blue light. His face was a stone mask. There was no debate. No justice. There was only eradication.
He didn't aim at the body. He aimed at the head.
The blast wasn't loud; it was a concussive THUMP that atomized the scientist's head into a fine pink mist. The headless corpse stood for a moment before collapsing like a sack of meat.
The violent act broke the spell. Fire looked up from Ice, her green eyes now blazing with an inferno of righteous hatred. She rose, pulling Ice up with her. The vomit on Ice's chin froze and evaporated. The horror in her blue eyes was gone, replaced by a glacial, murderous rage that chilled the air around her.
"Kill them all!" Ice snarled, her voice cracking like polar ice.
The chamber erupted.
A scientist turned to run. A whip of living fire, white-hot and screaming, wrapped around his ankles, melting through flesh and bone. He screamed as he fell, the smell of cooked meat filling the air. Fire didn't let him scream for long. A second lash, precise and vicious, took his head from his shoulders.
Another fumbled for a panic button. He never reached it. A shard of ice, sharp as a diamond and as long as a broadsword, shot across the room and impaled him through the chest, pinning him to a control console that shorted out in a shower of sparks. Frost bloomed from the point of impact, crawling over his body, freezing his dying scream solid on his lips.
Cyborg was a methodical storm of destruction. His cannon arm blazed, each shot a calculated execution. He didn't miss. He didn't waste energy. One scientist was blasted in half. Another was vaporized from the waist up. He was justice, cold, mechanical, and absolute.
Wonder Woman moved like a vengeful goddess. She didn't use her Lasso. She didn't use her shield. She used her sword. She moved through them, and men came apart. A swing severed a man at the waist. A thrust pierced through one and into the scientist behind him. She decapitated one with a backhand slash so fast his head was still speaking nonsense pleas when it tumbled from his shoulders.
In less than a minute, it was over. The white floors were painted in crimson. The air stank of ozone, blood, and burned flesh.
Silence returned, heavier than before.
Diana's eyes, still burning, found a reinforced door marked 'PRIVATE OBSERVATION'. Without a word, she strode toward it, her teammates falling in behind her, their wrath still a palpable heat around them.
This door, Cyborg simply tore off its hinges with a roar of straining metal.
The office within was opulent, a stark contrast to the clinical horror outside. Leather chairs, mahogany desks, and on a large monitor, live feeds from the test tubes outside.
And in the center of the room, on a grotesque medical table, was Doctor Psycho. He was hunched over a struggling, terrified woman, who was strapped down, her cries muffled by a gag.
He looked up, his small, beady eyes widening in surprise, his grotesque form freezing mid-act.
He never got a chance to speak, to telepathically defend himself, to beg.
Wonder Woman's sword left her hand. It was a blur of silver light. It crossed the room and found its mark not in his heart, but in his throat, punching through with a wet thunk.
Psycho gurgled, clutching at the blade, his eyes bulging in shock and agony.
Diana was on him in an instant. She yanked the sword free in a spray of blood. And then she began to cut. There was no skill to it, no Amazonian technique. It was butchery. Pure, unfiltered vengeance.
She carved him. She hacked him. She reduced the monster to pieces.
When it was done, she stood over the bloody ruin that was Doctor Psycho, her chest heaving, her armor splattered, her divine face a mask of primordial fury.
She leaned down, her voice a low, trembling whisper that promised eons of torment.
"Death… is a mercy to you."
She sheathed her sword, turning her back on the carnage she had wrought, her final words hanging in the air like a curse.
"I hope you ROT in hell."
/*\
If you Like this story! Check out my other storys ! Lord of Chaos In Dc! and Dragon Slayer in Marvel!
AND
If you wish to read more or simply support me just because ? than check out my patreon at
"https://www.patreon.com/Riadooo"
You can Get Access to 3 More Chapters OR 7 More Chapters if you want !