Marvel's Alien Force

For a moment, no one spoke. Silence weighed heavier than any words. Then, Charles spoke first—as he always had when no one else could.

He looked at Diamondhead and asked, "So, what's your next move? Now that you've revealed your powers to the world—and most will likely see you as a divine being—what's the plan?"

He needed to know... where this being would lead both mutants and humans. He wanted to understand his ideals. Magneto had dreamed of making everyone a mutant. Apocalypse believed only the strong should survive. Xavier's own dream was for peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants.

But what about him?

Why had he become what he is today?

Diamondhead looked at Professor Xavier and said, "My plan... hmm, I guess I'll start by taking full control of this world."

The room tensed instantly.

Logan's claws extended on reflex, sensing an inevitable fight. Tony stood up and backed away, and Scott and Ororo followed suit, readying themselves for battle. But Xavier calmly raised a hand.

"Calm down. Don't act rashly. Sit back down."

"But Professor—" Scott started.

Xavier looked at him and said, "Don't worry. He doesn't want to hurt us."

"This..." Scott trailed off, glancing at Ororo with uncertainty. But he sighed and sat down again beside Diamondhead.

Ororo followed after a brief hesitation.

Logan retracted his claws with a gruff grunt, disappointed that no fight had broken out.

Tony, seeing the tension settle, slowly returned to his seat as well—still cautious, but seated once more beside Diamondhead.

Professor looked at him again and said, "Now please, Mister Diamondhead—no, Mister Mark—clarify what you meant, before we judge you."

Diamondhead smiled at that and let out a soft chuckle.

"Hahaha… Judge me? That's really funny coming from you, Mister Charles."

He stood up and stepped away from his chair, continuing, "Well, let me clarify anyway. I don't really want to become your enemy—unless you choose to make me one."

He smiled as his eyes lingered briefly on Ororo's beautiful face, then began to casually circle the table.

"You see, Professor… humans are strange creatures. They can be the most beautiful beings on Earth… but also the worst thing that's ever happened to this planet."

He stopped near Tony and asked, "Tell me, Sir Stark—how did you feel when your sacrifices and contributions were swept under the rug by the government? Just because they dropped a nuclear weapon? Did it feel good? Or bad? Or… nothing?"

Tony looked up at him, surprised by the sudden shift. He hadn't expected to be pulled into the conversation—but since he was, he answered, "Of course I felt bad. I'm human, after all."

Diamondhead nodded, then turned his gaze to Professor Xavier.

"Tell me, why was that thing nuked in less than two hours?"

Charles looked at him, his expression growing serious. Something clicked in his mind.

"You know something about that being... Who are you?"

Diamondhead just smiled.

"Oh, don't get so serious, Professor. I'm just asking a question."

But Professor wasn't having any of it. Silently, he activated his mutant powers—and to his surprise, they still worked just like before. But he didn't have time to process that, because the next moment… he was already inside Mark's mind.

And there, he saw it.

Nothing.

A void.

An endless abyss, without form, without light.

Until—

Two eyes opened.

They floated in the darkness, staring directly at him. Human eyes. Blue pupils. Strangely beautiful.

Then, like shutters snapping open, another eye appeared.

This one was massive—yellow, with a vertical slit in the center.

Beside it, a huge green eye emerged. It resembled Diamondhead's, but it wasn't quite the same.

Then more eyes.

More and more—blinking into existence, surrounding him.

All of them stared at Professor Xavier with the same expression.

An expression of disdain.

Of something ancient, something greater, looking down on him… as if he didn't even deserve to be there.

He turned, spun around, searching for something—anything—but there were only more eyes.

Eyes that did not belong to humans… not like the first pair.

Each one was different. Alien. Incomprehensible.

First five. Then ten.

Then twenty. Two hundred. Twenty thousand.

Two hundred thousand—

And still they multiplied, faster and faster, like it would never stop.

Xavier's breath caught.

The sheer number, the vastness, the presence pressed in on him like a crushing weight.

He began to feel suffocated as the darkness deepened and the countless eyes continued to open, watching… judging.

He felt dread.

He felt small.

He felt like an ant before something incomprehensible.

Like he was witnessing a being—no, beings—that didn't even acknowledge someone like him as worth noticing.

And then… he heard it.

That eerie laughter.

"Hehehehe~... My my… what do we have here?~"

He turned quickly toward the sound, but only caught the silhouette of something flying—gliding silently before vanishing into the dark, swallowed behind the sea of eyes.

"I thought... we wouldn't meet..."

The voice echoed, light and taunting, yet dripping with malice.

A chill passed through him. Professor Xavier felt like he had stepped into someone's trap. No—fallen into it.

"I guess... I was lucky. Right?"

The voice whispered again, brushing just behind his back.

He even felt the breeze of its passing.

Xavier's confidence wavered.

This had never happened before.

Sure, there were minds he couldn't enter—but never one that controlled him from within.

Never one that toyed with him like this.

"Who are you?" he asked, steadying his voice.

But the only answer was laughter.

"Hehehehe~ Mister Charles… Oh, Mister Charles…

Did you forget whose mind you trespassed into?"

As the voice echoed all around, a shape began to emerge before him.

Professor Xavier's eyes widened.

It wasn't fear of death that gripped him—

It was something deeper. Older. Far more terrifying.

The figure came forward and gave a slow, courteous bow.

"… Nice to meet you, Mister Charles," the being said. "I am... Mark Cain.

But I go by another name...Ghostfreak...."

" Hehehehe~"

As the laughter echoed through the void, everything shattered.

Xavier felt himself falling.

Falling.

And falling—

Until—

He woke up.

He blinked.

He was still in his chair.

Diamondhead was still speaking, mid-sentence.

No time had passed.

Pressing a hand to his temple, he muttered, "Okay… today's meeting is over. Thank you for coming. And… sorry for ending it abruptly."

Without waiting for a response, his chair turned and accelerated toward his private cabin.

He needed rest.

He needed to think.

And most of all…

He needed to calculate whether they could actually take this being down.

Ororo stood up, concerned.

"Sorry," she said softly.

Diamondhead simply nodded.

"It's okay. Seems like Professor Xavier isn't feeling well. Let's talk another time."

Ororo nodded quietly, then turned and followed after Professor Xavier.

Diamondhead watched as Professor Xavier disappeared into his private cabin followed by Ororo. Then, his gaze shifted to Martha and Lily, who sat quietly at the back, looking out the window of the Blackbird. The plane was in stealth mode, silently gliding over the ocean, heading somewhere unknown.

He sat back down and turned to Scott.

"Mister Scott, do you have an extra set of clothes?"

Scott looked at him, confused.

"Why?"

Diamondhead replied, "Well, mine are still damaged. I'd like to return to my human form—if you don't mind."

Tony, overhearing that, raised an eyebrow.

"So you're saying your clothes got torn when you turned into that crystal thing?"

Diamondhead shook his head.

"Not torn—damaged. I was one of the victims caught under debris during the sudden Kaiju attack at the Golden Gate Bridge. Everything had already ended by the time I woke up—maybe six hours after the attack. My clothes were in bad shape then."

Tony gave him a look.

"So you're telling me… with all those powers, you didn't sense the Kaiju when it attacked?"

Diamondhead shook his head again.

"No. I couldn't sense anything… because I was just a normal human before the attack."

Logan and Scott both turned to look at him sharply.

For a second, they thought they'd misheard.

In perfect sync, they asked, "What did you just say?"

Diamondhead met their eyes.

"I was normal. I awakened my powers after the attack."

"You're kidding, right?" Logan said, his voice skeptical.

Scott shared the same disbelief.

Tony, now more curious than confused, looked between them and asked,

"Wait—what's going on? Did he do something insane or what?"

Scott looked at him, almost like he was staring at a fool. But he understood where Tony was coming from.

"Haah... Mister Stark, yeah—he did something amazing. You saw it. You felt it. Not to mention that giant robot sculpture he made. How? How can you do that if you just awakened your powers—what? A few hours ago? Hell, maybe even just a few minutes ago if I'm not wrong."

He turned to Diamondhead mid-sentence, the weight of the moment settling in.

For the first time since awakening his own powers, Scott felt… small.

All those hours in the Danger Room, all that training, learning to control his powers—

It suddenly felt like it meant nothing.

Diamondhead shrugged, thinking aloud.

"Well… it wasn't that hard, I guess. I just turned into Greymatter, and everything got solved in a matter of seconds. Nothing too big."

"Greymatter? What the hell is that now?" Tony asked.

Diamondhead replied casually, "My most powerful form—at least when it comes to intelligence."

"Intelligence, huh?" Tony scoffed.

"Well, can't be that powerful—not more than me, anyway."

Diamondhead just smiled faintly and shook his head, saying nothing. He turned back to Scott.

"Uh, mind if I borrow your clothes? Don't worry—I'll return them."

Scott blinked out of his daze, still trying to process everything.

'More forms?'

'A form smart enough to master telekinesis to a level Jean could only dream of?'

And Jean was the strongest telekinetic the X-Men had ever seen.

He nodded slowly.

"Follow me. I've got some spare X-Men suits."

He stood up, and Diamondhead followed him toward the cabins.

Tony glanced at Logan, who still hadn't moved—frozen like a statue.

"Hello?" Tony said.

Logan's daze finally cracked. He looked around quickly, not seeing the Diamondhead he asked.

"Where's that shiny bastard?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "You mean the walking diamond? Yeah, he went with Scott. Said something about borrowing clothes."

Logan sighed.

Tony looked at him. The guy's reaction seemed way too intense.

Was it really that strange for someone to have such control right after awakening their powers?

Tony didn't know much about mutants.

Maybe those 'Mutant Biology and Adaptation' books Hank kept spamming weren't such a bad idea after all.

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