X-Force: Beyond Omega

[Genosha]

Aron, Jean, Kitty, Jubilee, Wanda, Storm, Psylocke, Emma, and Pietro stood far above Genosha in an isolated space Aron created using the Space Stone. It was time to start their attack.

"Storm, it's time," Aron opened a portal above Genosha. Storm flew out of the portal. He then opened another one inside Genosha. "Kitty and Pietro... Destroy those annoying techs while we keep them busy. You two will have limited time. Good luck." Two of them jumped into the portal.

Storm raised her arms in the air as her eyes became white. Aron blinked beside her, his right hand covered in thick green acid and his left hand covered in thick poison. He could have killed them just like that, but that won't do. The world needs to see... People need to understand... Lunatics experimenting on mutants need to understand... the fate of those who cross the line they shouldn't have.

For years everyone turned a blind eye to Genosha and their slavery, heck some even joined hands with them for their technology and trades with them. Aron planned to expose everyone and everything those bastards have done so far. Then will come the time for punishment. They will suffer a fate worse than death.

...

The air over Genosha thickened with an unnatural stillness, the kind that precedes a hurricane. High above the island, the first crack of thunder split the sky, rolling through the dense clouds like the growl of an awakening god.

Then, the storm came.

Hurricane-force winds howled through the streets, ripping banners from their posts and sending debris flying like shrapnel. The guards stationed at the towers struggled to remain upright as the first streaks of lightning danced across the sky. But it was the rain that changed everything.

Not just water—something far more potent.

The downpour sizzled as it hit the ground, an acidic drizzle that stung flesh and corroded armor. A thick and suffocating creeping fog slithered through the streets, carrying an invisible toxin that sapped the strength from Genosha's enforcers. They coughed violently, their bodies wracked with pain, their vision swimming as the very air betrayed them.

And yet, it did not kill.

Storm hovered above the chaos, her white eyes glowing brightly, her cape billowing as she guided the tempest. Every drop, every gust, every crackle of electricity, she controlled perfectly. She would break Genosha's hold.

Aron then used his Phoenix Force. His eyes glowed like twin suns as he extended his will across the island. A fiery aura pulsed from his body, spreading outward like a protective dome.

To the enslaved mutants, it was salvation.

To their captors, it was judgment.

Those under Genosha's control—enslaved by programming, psychic chains, and chemical dependency—felt their bodies warm with newfound clarity. The haze lifted. Minds long buried beneath layers of manipulation suddenly snapped back to awareness.

Havok staggered inside the command center, his breath ragged. His Magistrate uniform felt suffocating, alien. Flashes of memories... His real memories assaulted him. The cruelty. The torture. The murder. All at the behest of Genosha. "Argggg!!" He grabbed his head and fell to the floor. The horror of what he had done for years under their control made him wince. He wished to die. He wished to kill himself. He grabbed his handgun and shot himself, but the bullet didn't do any damage. He then began to slam his head against the floor.

"You don't get to end your life," A man's voice spoke directly inside his head. "You need to live and repent for the rest of your life. Though you were brainwashed, you still took lives. Was it your fault? Was it their fault? Live and find the answers instead of taking the easy way out."

The voices inside his mind made him flinch. His heart ached. Whoever he was, he was right.

He then felt his body healed.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered in his heart.

"I'm sorry..." He repeated to every mutant who suffered because of him.

[The execution pit]

Wolfsbane's lifeless eyes. The horror of her own actions. She killed and ate her own kind. She slaughtered them without mercy... Man, woman, children... She devoured their flesh and blood. Her fangs ripped through their bodies like knives through paper. Every horrible memory flooded her mind as the brainwashing faded away.

"What… what have I done?"

She began to howl as tears flowed down her eyes. She remembered everything... And the pain she had inflicted upon others. The pain she inflicted upon her friends, her family, her people. She tried to stop, but she couldn't. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't. She was a slave of their mind control. She wished she could end her life.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

She also heard the same thing Havok did. "You don't get to end your life. You need to live and repent for the rest of your life. Though you were brainwashed, you still took lives. Was it your fault? Was it their fault? Live and find the answers instead of taking the easy way out."

Tears continued to fall down her face as she continued to howl in her wolf form.

[Mine]

Boom Boom dropped to her knees in the mines, her hands trembling, sparks of unstable energy flickering at her fingertips. The bodies—the ones she had executed without hesitation—flashed before her eyes in vivid, unforgiving clarity.

"I... I..." She couldn't even say it.

The images wouldn't stop. All those who had died by her hand. The horror. The guilt. She shook uncontrollably, her breath ragged and shallow. The walls were closing in. Her skin was on fire. She had to get out. Had to run. Had to escape. "God… no… No!" She felt the eyes of the dead looking at her, cursing her. Those weak, old, and injured miners who couldn't work anymore, she killed them all.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She sobbed as she cried for the first time since she got here. "It's my fault... It's my fault..."

All across the island, mutants once bound in mental servitude clutched their heads as reality crashed into them like a tidal wave.

Aron's power wrapped around them like a shield, protecting their minds from further corruption. He had no intention of letting them fall back into Genosha's grasp. Not now. Not ever.

The resistance had begun.

....

[Meanwhile...]

Kitty phased through the walls, her form intangible as she passed undetected through security checkpoints. Then there was Pietro, his movements too fast for the cameras to track. And Aron's cloaking ensured that even the most advanced sensors saw nothing but empty space.

They had one mission: Destroy Genosha's technology.

Kitty emerged into the central power hub, her breath steady as she approached the core—a monolithic machine that pulsed with a dark green light, feeding power to the brainwashing frequencies and slave control mechanisms across the island.

Pietro reappeared at her side, vibrating with barely contained impatience. "I'm not saying you're slow, but..."

"Shut up, Pietro," Kitty whispered, yanking a set of explosives from her belt. She phased them into the machine, embedding them inside its circuits where they couldn't be removed.

Pietro smirked. "You sure about this?"

Kitty set the timer. "No turning back now."

The moment the last explosive was in place, alarms blared. The security system had detected their interference. Red lights flashed. Doors slammed shut, locking them inside.

Kitty narrowed her eyes. "Pietro..."

"On it."

In a heartbeat, he vanished, reappearing at the far end of the room. The control panel sparked as he ripped out wires faster than the system could react. With a final, dramatic bow, he yanked the main power conduit free.

The fortress plunged into darkness.

Across Genosha, the psychic dampeners collapsed. The mind-control frequencies fizzled into silence. The inhibitors in the mines powered down. The great machine that kept the island's prisoners in check was gone.

Kitty exhaled. "Now we run."

The facility erupted in explosions.

...

The island of Genosha trembled.

With the psychic dampeners offline and the power grid shattered, chaos erupted across every sector. Alarms screamed into the air, flickering emergency lights casting long, frantic shadows through the streets. Guards who had relied on suppressors and inhibitors to control their prisoners suddenly found themselves facing awakened mutants—enraged, confused, and burning with the pain of long years of enslavement.

Apocalypse's grasp on those ancient and proto-mutants solidified.

The ancient mutants, long locked in the deepest dungeons of Genosha, snapped their restraints like brittle twigs. Their minds, resistant to manipulation even at the peak of Genosha's control, surged back into focus. They had been bound, dissected, experimented on... But no more.

The Proto-Mutants, half-formed gods of an age before history, were unpredictable even to those who imprisoned them. With the inhibitors offline, their biology twisted and surged in ways that defied understanding. Bones cracked and reformed, muscles swelled, and energy surged through their veins. Some roared as their bodies adapted at impossible speeds. Others simply vanished, slipping through the veil of existence itself, no longer bound by this plane.

Across the island, the Magistrates, the scientists, the enforcers... Every last one of them saw what was coming. And they knew.

Genosha was falling.

...

David Moreau ran.

He did not stop to look back. He did not waste time issuing orders. His survival was paramount, and the prophecy was unfolding far too quickly for him to grasp. His mind raced through contingencies, plans for containment, and backup strategies. But all of them led to the same conclusion.

There was no saving Genosha.

He bolted down a secret passage beneath the city, a hidden corridor known only to the highest-ranking officials. The walls were smooth, lined with emergency lighting. His boots pounded against the metal floor, his breath ragged.

Sugarman.

He pressed a trembling hand to his earpiece. "Sugarman! Come in! What is your status?"

Silence.

"Sugarman! Answer me!"

Nothing.

The blood drained from David's face. Sugarman was always the last to fall. He was a survivor, a cockroach that thrived in ruin. If he was gone… then something worse than destruction had already taken root.

David pushed forward. He had to reach the hidden submarine bay, where an escape vessel waited beneath the city. If he could get out, if he could make it back to one of Genosha's external facilities, he could rebuild. He could start again.

He turned the final corner—

And a portal opened before him.

Blinding blue light cut through the darkness. The air pulsed with raw power as space twisted unnaturally, folding in on itself. From within, Aron stepped through.

His eyes burned like twin stars, a cosmic fire that seemed to peer directly into Moreau's soul. The Phoenix Force flickered around him in waves of celestial power, and in his right hand, thick green acid dripped from his fingertips, sizzling as it struck the floor.

David skidded to a stop, his heart pounding against his ribs. He reached for his sidearm, but before he could even blink, Aron was in front of him.

A hand closed around his throat.

David gasped, his body lifted effortlessly off the ground. His legs kicked uselessly, his hands clawing at Aron's arm, but it was like trying to move a mountain. The pressure increased. His vision blurred. His mind screamed run, run, run but there was nowhere left to go.

Aron's voice was calm. Too calm.

"You're trying to escape?"

David struggled to breathe. "P—Please…"

"Please?" Aron echoed, tilting his head. His grip tightened slightly, just enough for David to hear the crackle of bones beneath his skin. "How many of them begged you for mercy?"

David choked, his face turning red. He tried to form words, to make an excuse, to reason. But Aron's gaze bore into him like an open wound. There was no mercy there.

"You turned mutants into cattle," Aron continued, his tone utterly devoid of warmth. "You stripped them of their will, their freedom, their minds. And now that it's over, you beg for your life?"

David's fingers twitched. His thoughts scrambled, searching for something—anything—that could save him. "I... I can help you!" he gasped. "I have knowledge! Research! Technology! Y-You need me alive..."

Aron's expression didn't change. "No. I don't."

And then he let go.

David crashed to the floor, gasping, coughing, clutching at his throat. His body trembled as he looked up at the man before him. "She was right... There's no escape... The Phoenix!"

Aron didn't need to kill him.

He had something far worse in mind.

"Run," Aron said softly.

David blinked in confusion.

Aron's lips curled into something that almost resembled a smile—but it was not kind. Not merciful. "Run, David. Run like the coward you are," He stepped aside, gesturing toward the submarine bay. "You have one chance. Take it."

David didn't hesitate. He scrambled to his feet, his legs nearly giving out beneath him. His lungs burned, his throat throbbed, but he ran.

He ran toward the submarine bay, toward escape, toward freedom...

And then the walls shook.

A violent boom rocked the underground chamber. Metal groaned, the floor split apart, and a deafening roar tore through the space.

David turned just in time to see the ceiling collapse.

A monstrous figure emerged from the rubble, four towering shapes stepping forward in unison.

The Horsemen of Apocalypse.

Their bodies pulsed with newfound power, their eyes glowing with the ancient, overwhelming will of their master. Their presence alone sent a ripple of sheer dominance through the air, suffocating, inevitable.

David stumbled backward. His voice cracked with horror.

"No… no, no, NO—"

The largest of them stepped forward. Metal plating gleamed over his skin, his voice an echo of thunder itself.

"Moreau."

David tried to turn... tried to run...

A massive hand clamped down on his skull.

CRACK.

His scream died in his throat. His body spasmed violently, his limbs jerking, his eyes bulging as raw power surged through him. His entire existence... his mind, his soul... was being unmade, reshaped by a force beyond his comprehension.

Aron watched, silent.

David Moreau, the Genegineer of Genosha, the architect of mutant enslavement, the mastermind of countless atrocities—

Was erased.

His body fell to the ground, lifeless.

The Horseman turned, his glowing eyes locking onto Aron.

A silent moment passed.

"You shouldn't have done that. He was my prey," Aron said with a cold expression.

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