Creating Oasis:Mutant Dawn

Manhattan, Broadway

The sky above the city thundered with the roar of engines as over a dozen Osprey fighter jets hovered ominously, each one tracking a battle that was unfolding below with brutal chaos.

Inside one of the lead aircraft sat General Thaddeus Ross, his face etched with such a deep scowl that it looked as though it could drip water. His hands were clenched, knuckles white, as he stared at the growing destruction below.

Not long ago, Ross had been in relatively high spirits. The Weapon X program, spearheaded by the infamous Wilhelm Stryker, had been exposed. Stryker had been arrested and, after a grueling interrogation, sentenced to spend the remainder of his life behind bars.

This dramatic fall had effectively severed the military's access to Weapon X, a devastating blow in the arena of handling superhuman incidents. But for Ross, there had been a silver lining—without Weapon X, the Greenskin Project, which he personally oversaw, received far more attention and resources.

Following recent conversations with General Scudder, the higher-ups had doubled down on their support. The mission was now clear: complete the Greenskin Plan, no matter the cost.

Publicly, the project was framed as a countermeasure to the threat posed by the Hulk, the infamous green titan. But beneath that façade, the true goal was far more ambitious and ethically questionable — harnessing Hulk's blood to develop a controllable genetic serum and mass-produce militarized versions of the Hulk.

Ross didn't care about Mutants or their problems. In his mind, if the Hulk could be captured, it would solve everything.

But reality had a way of laughing at even the best-laid plans.

After a long disappearance, the Hulk had finally returned — to Twister City. Ross saw this as the golden opportunity. Yet, despite exhausting all available resources and tactics, the military still couldn't capture him.

Ironically, it wasn't the military that succeeded in subduing the Hulk — it was Bruce Banner himself. Desperate to rid himself of his destructive alter ego, Banner contacted a scientist named Dr. Grace Huang, seeking an experimental antidote. The serum worked—temporarily. Banner lost the ability to transform into the Hulk, and the military swept in and detained him.

At that moment, Ross felt invincible. Everything was going his way.

Until he showed up.

The Abomination.

"Braunsky, you damn lunatic!" Ross shouted, veins bulging at his temple. "Not satisfied with the Super Soldier Serum—you just had to inject yourself with Hulk's mutated blood too?!"

His fury echoed through the fighter cabin. "Open fire! Shoot that monster to hell!!"

A soldier manning the aircraft's machine gun hesitated. "Sir, there are two of them down there… which one do we hit?"

"THE NON-GREEN ONE, DAMMIT!" Ross shouted. "Help the green one! SHOOT THE OTHER INTO PIECES!!"

Ross's anger wasn't just tactical—it was deeply personal. He had chased the Hulk for years, considered him an enemy of the state. Yet now, faced with a bigger, deadlier threat, the only one he could rely on was the very monster he had hunted for so long. That truth tore at his pride, but survival came first.

Down below, the reality was grim. Braunsky, now transformed into the Abomination, was thrashing Hulk with terrifying strength and savagery. Every punch shook the ground and hurled green flesh through concrete. Hulk, stripped of his raw dominance, was getting beaten almost the entire time.

At this rate, Broadway would be leveled by the end of the hour.

A rain of high-explosive bullets burst from the Osprey above.

Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak…

It made little difference.

From above, another voice watched the destruction unfold with disturbing calm.

"I've always wondered—where did the military find the guts to hunt down the Hulk so recklessly?" asked Joseph, standing atop a nearby building, watching the chaos with folded arms. "Their weapons can't even scratch him."

"Maybe it's that blind confidence you always talk about," said Shadowcat, also known as Kitty Pryde, standing beside him.

Joseph chuckled lightly.

"There. Tony's arrived."

Far in the sky, a streak of red and gold cut through the clouds — Iron Man, clad in the latest Mark 10 armor, joined the fray. Pulse cannons and missiles unleashed from his suit in rapid succession, battering Abomination with everything he had.

It didn't work.

The firepower barely made the monster flinch.

"Poor Tony," Joseph sighed. "He was supposed to be back in the lab, refining that new armor concept. But there's always someone who forces his hand."

Joseph glanced at Shadowcat and nodded. "Time to begin. Let's give him some breathing room."

"Already on it!" she said excitedly, pressing a button on the mobile broadcasting rig she had prepared earlier.

The Mutant live channel, previously filled with commentary and speculation, suddenly switched to a live video feed.

Shadowcat appeared on screen, her expression serious and eyes full of grief and determination.

"Dear viewers," she began, "we heard your voices earlier and informed the X-Men. In truth, they were already en route the moment we confirmed the threat."

The camera panned away, controlled by the AI Alice, zooming in to reveal the Blackbird jet piercing through the clouds.

"They're here!" viewers shouted in joy.

"I knew it! They'd never abandon the people!"

"The X-Men will defeat those monsters for sure!"

Excitement exploded across the internet. Comments flooded in. Viewers felt hope return to Twister City.

But when the Blackbird opened, and four individuals stepped out — confusion flickered.

Where was Storm?

Instead, there was a familiar figure—bald, seated in a wheelchair.

"Professor X!"

Recognizing the psychic leader of the X-Men brought immediate comfort. After all, he possessed one of the most formidable abilities on Earth: telepathy.

And true to his reputation, as soon as Professor X appeared, Abomination's rampage came to a sudden halt.

Both Hulk and Iron Man were stunned.

In their minds, they heard Professor X's calm yet strained voice.

"His mind is… chaotic. Not one, but two violent personalities fused unnaturally. Something… foreign is growing inside him."

"I can suppress it temporarily—thirty seconds at most. After that, he will break free."

"He must be taken down. Now!"

Pressing a trembling hand to his temple — a gesture he hadn't used in decades — Professor X gave everything he had.

"DO IT!!"

Iron Man reacted instantly. Red laser blades erupted from his arms, targeting the chest of the immobilized Abomination. The searing beam cut deep, eliciting an earth-shaking roar from the monster.

Then came Wolverine, leaping onto the battlefield.

"Hey, big guy," Logan growled. "Think your skin's tougher than these?"

With a flash of steel, Adamantium claws extended, slicing deep into Abomination's chest.

The blade went in — barely.

Logan's raw strength alone wasn't enough.

"Jean!" he bellowed.

Phoenix responded instantly. With a flick of her mind, she amplified Logan's force using psychokinesis, twisting his arms with immense pressure.

Tear!

A visible wound split across Abomination's chest.

He shrieked in agony — the psychic hold shattered.

But then — zap!

Cyclops' red optic beam struck.

The laser poured into the open wound, vaporizing blood and flesh. For a moment, it looked like Abomination had been torn in two.

"You damn Mutants!" Abomination roared, green eyes flaring. "Why are you meddling in things that don't concern you?!"

The beast's words were articulate—his mind intact. Braunsky's training was still active.

"Boom!"

He kicked Hulk aside like a ragdoll and lunged toward Phoenix and Cyclops. They were forced to dodge, halting the laser stream.

Then he turned toward Wolverine.

His arms slammed together, attempting to crush Logan between them.

"Shit! This guy moves like a trained soldier!" Logan cursed, doing a backflip to escape. He knew the feel of a professional — Abomination wasn't just some mutated brute.

The viewers noticed too.

The livestream suddenly split—half the screen showing the brutal fight, the other showing Shadowcat again, standing in front of a ruined building.

"I know everyone's wondering," she said. "Where did these two monsters come from? Are they failed Mutant experiments?"

She paused.

"No. They are not Mutants. They are not part of some evolution gone wrong."

Her tone hardened, voice trembling with restrained anger.

"They are both… products of the military's Super Soldier program."

An audible gasp spread across the internet.

Military again?

Just recently, Stryker's secret schemes had been exposed.

And now this?

How many lives had been lost in today's battle? How many buildings leveled? How long had the military risked civilian lives with secret experiments?

People erupted.

And then, another face appeared on-screen—a bloodied, trembling man in a lab coat.

"Hi, my name is Samuel Stern, but online I go by Mr. Blue. I'm a geneticist…"

He took a breath.

"That smaller green titan down there… he's my friend. And the Abomination? He's the result of… my serum."

Boom.

The world exploded in outrage.

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