X-Force: Beyond Omega

Sugarman's grotesque grin faltered as his eyes flickered with an unnatural blue light. His body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat as an overwhelming presence flooded his mind. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. An intelligence so vast, so ancient, that it eclipsed his own twisted cunning like a dying ember before a roaring inferno.

Apocalypse had awoken.

His essence coiled through Sugarman's consciousness, a vast and terrible will that crushed any thought of resistance before it could form. The so-called nullifiers, the dampeners, the layers of security designed to contain him were mere child's play. They were irrelevant against a force as primal as him.

The ancient mutant's mind stretched outward, surveying the facility through Sugarman's unwilling senses. He saw the experiments, the suffering, the twisted attempts to control evolution. A waste of potential. A mockery of what true power should be.

And then he saw Genosha.

A land teetering between revolution and ruin. A people oppressed, manipulated, and broken under the weight of false rulers. How fitting that they, in their arrogance, had dug up their own destruction.

His body, his ancient vessel, was weak, a husk drained of its former glory by millennia of slumber. To rise again, he would need more. He would need time. He would need a new host.

The process of Essence Transference was delicate and intricate. It required a body of unparalleled potential, one that could not only withstand his power but wield it as its own. And he already knew where to find it.

The Phoenix Force. During his era, he had only heard the legends of Phoenix but never encountered one. Well, that's going to change soon.

Through Sugarman's stolen vision, he glimpsed fragments of Destiny's prophecy. He saw the coming battle, the ones who would attack Genosha. And among them, a being tied to cosmic fire, rebirth, and destruction. The Phoenix's host would be the perfect vessel.

But first, he needed his Horsemen. He needed warriors to prepare the world for his return, to break Genosha's chains, and to bring ruin to those who dared think themselves gods.

Deep within the underground prison, locked away in the darkest recesses, the ancient mutants stirred. The proto-mutants twitched, their minds unknowingly brushing against the call of their true master. The forced mutations, the genetic tampering—they had failed to break them before. But now, under his command, they would awaken as something more.

Sugarman's lips curled into a jagged smile, but the expression was no longer his own. Apocalypse first learned everything necessary about the new era and the technologies from his new slave's mind, then took over the lab worker's minds so that whatever happening in there would remain a secret for now. He even made sure to control the security and surveillance guards and made them create a false loop in the live footage to prevent outsiders from knowing what was happening down there. Then he whispered through Sugarman...

"Rise."

The chamber trembled. The slabs that bound the ancient mutants groaned as unseen forces gripped them. Their bodies convulsed, veins bulging with a power long dormant. Their minds, once resistant to brainwashing, are now bent, reshaped by the will of something greater than they had ever known.

One by one, their eyes snapped open, glowing with newfound purpose. Their servitude had not been to the Genoshans. Their true master had returned.

The proto-mutants, unstable and unpredictable, screamed as their flesh twisted, adapting, evolving in chaotic bursts. But they no longer fought against it. They embraced it. They became what they were always meant to be. Apocalypse has awakened their slumbering genes.

Sugarman... No, the vessel that was once Sugarman turned toward the sarcophagus, its celestial engravings pulsing in tandem with the resurgence of Apocalypse's essence. His power was returning. Slowly, but surely. He would bide his time, wait for the chaos to unfold, and when the time was right… he would take what was his.

The Phoenix Force would come to Genosha. And when it did, it would belong to him.

Sugarman's twisted laughter echoed through the corridors, a sound that sent a ripple of unease through the facility's walls.

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[Back to Xavier's school] [1 day before the attack]

Aron and Goldy stood on the training field. Everything was ready. Tomorrow at the first hour of the day they would depart towards Genosha. There was only one thing left to do. He wanted to check how his power would work out on animals. He could give humans and mutants powers but it was temporary. So, he wanted to try it on his doggy.

"Alright, Goldy. You ready for this?" He asked his dog.

"Woof!" Goldy barked, wagging her tail.

"Great!" Aron touched the dog's head and transferred super speed powers into it. In humans and mutants, it lasts for 5 to 10 minutes, depending on their endurance and physical condition. So, if Goldy can surpass that time limit then... Aron will make him a super dog. "Alright. Now..." He created an ice shard and held it before him. "I want you to fetch this, alright?"

"Woofff!" Goldy barked again, eyeing the ice shard with excitement.

Aron threw the ice shard away with full strength. "Go get it, boy!"

Goldy zipped through the air, racing after the ice shard, leaving a trail of silvery smoke in her wake. Aron laughed and clapped his hands in joy as he saw how fast his dog was. Goldy was running at an equal speed to Pietro. He jumped up high in the air and caught the ice shard before landing softly on the ground and then zoomed toward Aron.

All that happened in less than 1 second! Aron opened his palm, receiving the ice shard from Goldy. His smile grew even wider seeing this. He patted his doggy, "You are really fast, Goldy!"

"Woof!" Goldy barked, wagging her tail excitedly. He seemed to enjoy the new power.

Aron decided to check something. He transferred another mutation into Goldy's body. It was Colossus' organic metal skin.

"Woof! Woof!" Goldy's body turned silver and metallic.

He touched the dog's head and well, it was metal alright, "Ok. Run up to that tree and come back. Go!"

Goldy rushed toward the tree, moving even faster than before. And just like before he came back in less than 1 second.@@novelbin@@

"Hahahaha! Dang! So you can handle two mutations together... How about three?"

"Woof!"

Aron transferred telekinesis and flight powers into Goldy's body. "Alright. Stable so far." He kept his Phoenix Force ready. If Goldy's life was in danger, he would take away all the powers he had given her immediately. He flew up into the sky, "C'mon, boy, follow me."

"Woof!" Goldy tried to fly, but instead, he just hovered above the ground.

Aron laughed. "Focus, boy. You can do it!"

Goldy's body glowed with a silvery aura as he slowly floated into the air. "Woof!" His body stabilized and began to fly higher.

"That's it! Good boy! C'mon, let's go for a spin around the school!" He took his flying doggy through the sky.

"Woof!"

The duo flew around the school and Goldy's eyes fell on Jubilee who was eating a plate full of fried chicken. He zipped toward Jubilee and snatched a piece from her plate. Then he flew back to Aron happily.

"Hahahahahaha! Oh boy."

"Hey! That's mine," Jubilee screamed from below. "What the hell are you...?! Wait! Goldy!"

"Well, see ya. Jubilee..." Aron waved his hand at Jubilee before flying away.

"Get back here... Arrggg! My fried chicken... No more treats for you, Goldy," Jubilee yelled from below.

Aron and Goldy flew high up into the clouds and they stopped there. They flew around for over ten minutes... Goldy organic metal skin reverted back to normal because it takes a huge amount of stamina to maintain it. But even after ten minutes of flying around, he showed no signs of fatigue and he retained those powers. It was a good news.

"Well, welcome to the team, Goldy," He said to his doggy and patted his head.

Goldy wagged his tail, "Woof! Woof!"

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