Inside: a single vial.
Deep red. Viscous. Alive.
The Serum.
Not just any serum. It was a variant of the original Super Soldier formula—one the Hand had engineered through brutal efficiency, using stolen Hydra research and fragmented S.H.I.E.L.D. blacksite data. It wasn't meant to create heroes.
It was designed to defy death—to push regeneration far beyond human limits. With it, a person could regrow lost limbs in seconds. Internal injuries? Healed instantly. Vital organs? Restored. It made the body an unkillable machine.
Sue didn't fully understand what it was. But the files she'd uncovered in the lab's system—secured behind layers of encrypted logs—spelled out enough:
GEN-9S: Prototype Rebirth Serum. Viable sample: 1/1.
A single success. One last dose.
She held it up to the flickering light. Her hands were trembling.
"Damn… this is the stuff that made Captain America," she whispered. "No way this isn't worth millions."
"lets get out of here" she mumbled but she nver got the chance.
She never got the chance to run.
They came in silence—ninjas, elite Hand operatives. Shadows in motion. No footsteps. No mercy.
Sue was tough. She'd survived on the streets, fought dirty, learned to improvise. But this wasn't some alley brawl. This was a clean-up squad trained to erase people from existence.
They surrounded her. Fast. Precise.
She clutched the vial tighter, back to the wall. No way out. No options.
No time.
She injected it.
The transformation was immediate—and horrifying. Her blood felt like it had been set on fire. Her vision tunneled. She fell to her knees, gasping as her muscles spasmed. Bones realigned. Cells screamed. Then—
Clarity.
Her heartbeat slowed. Breath steadied. Pain vanished.
And she stood.
Not normal. Not human anymore. Enhanced.
The ninjas hesitated. They saw it in her eyes—the serum was working.
They struck anyway.
Sue exploded into motion. She didn't think—her body just moved. Every strike she landed shattered bones. Every step closed a gap faster than they could react. She tore through them like a force of nature.
But it was too much, too fast.
The serum was unstable, still syncing with her biology. She started losing control—punches too strong, limbs moving without thought. Her vision blurred. Her heart raced out of rhythm.
Then—a dart.
Small. Precise. Tipped with a suppressant compound.
She staggered. Her body faltered. And she dropped.
Now…
Sue lies restrained in a freezing underground lab. Thick mechanical cuffs, loaded with electromagnetic dampeners, keep her arms and legs bolted to the table. IV lines feed in tranquilizers. Monitors track her pulse, cell activity, and neural patterns.
Above her, behind a pane of reinforced one-way glass, stands one of the Five Founders of the Hand—an aging man in a tailored suit with fingers clasped behind his back. No ancient robes. No theatrics. Just cold calculation.
"The serum bonded to her cellular structure. Irreversible. But her blood… her marrow… her brain tissue... all still useful."
He turns to a technician.
"Prep for phased extraction. Minimum six sessions. Don't kill her—we only get one shot."
There is no backup vial. No second batch. The GEN-9S serum had proven impossible to replicate. The molecular structure was unstable in storage and burned out in synthesis trials.
But now it lives inside her.
Her body is no longer a host. It's a formula. A living key to immortality.
Sue remains sedated—just aware enough to feel the cold, the fear, the helplessness. Her mind drifts in and out as machines pulse around her, slowly taking pieces of her apart.
*****
Back at the hotel,
Alex stood under the flickering ceiling light, alone in the small, cheap room he had booked hours earlier. He couldn't go to Colleen's place—not while he was tainted with unstable demonic energy, still carrying the lingering scent of violence.
The bed creaked beneath him as he dropped onto it, sweat still clinging to his skin despite the fight with Madam Gao having ended hours ago. He looked at the edge of the mattress—fifteen blood crystals lined up in a row like grim trophies, each one glowing faintly with residual energy.
Madam Gao's defeat had yielded a massive surge in dark chi—and blood crystals. Enough to accelerate his path.
He sit cross legged and then began to absorb them one by one and then after he was done he checked his System.
He took a breath and nodded at the new information.
Demonic energy saturation: 78%.
"Just 22% more," Alex muttered, wiping blood from his lip, "and I'll finally have a real edge. I will no longer need to push too much agaisnt powerful persons like Madam gao."
He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, arms spread out. His muscles twitched with residual power—raw, unstable, and hungry. The demonic core inside him was swelling, evolving. But it wasn't without cost.
Every time he pushed to draw in more, his body resisted. Veins throbbed. Bones groaned. His soul burned.
"Can't rush it," he exhaled. "Not if I want to live through it."
He was still mastering Time Dilation Sphere, but channeling it alongside demonic energy was... dangerous. The sphere amplified pressure on his inner flow. Even a slight misstep could backfire—ripping apart his own channels before it could do any real damage to an enemy.
Still, he needed it. Against high-level threats, it might be his only real chance.
Alex let his eyes fall shut, his body sinking deeper into the thin mattress.
Unaware, somewhere far beneath the surface of the city…
Sue lay in restraints, her body being harvested slowly.
And time was running out.
Alex drifted off into a deep sleep, his breath slowing, as he let his bdoy rest while Cypher spread itself in whole room, blocking every possibility of harm done to his master.
His body, still riddled with strain from the battle and the heavy use of demonic energy, slowly began to repair itself. Muscles relaxed. Torn fibers knitted back together. His inner channels pulsed softly as the residual dark energy settled, redistributed by his core.
Hours passed.
The city outside remained restless, but in that little room, there was silence—peace, for once.
Then—
His eyes opened.
A deep inhale.
No pain. No heaviness.
He sat up easily, his movements smooth.
Fully healed.
Fully recharged.
Alex stretched his arms, cracked his neck, and stood up, his body feeling lighter than it had in days.
"Good," he muttered. "Time to move."
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