monster Gene Evolution

Alex roared the sound echoed across Boston, deep and primal. A language older than civilization, understood by titans. A roar that said:

> "Stay in the sea. Do not interfere. Do not challenge the new order."

"Break this, and I will come for you."

Godzilla, defiant even in defeat, growled weakly in response—but he did not rise.

Satisfied, Alex turned and limped toward the jagged dorsal plate that had been torn from Godzilla's back during their clash. He picked it up carefully in his mouth—a trophy, yes, but also a genetic goldmine.

The titans watched in silence as he spread his wings, gravity warping faintly around him, and with a few heavy flaps, he soared into the air—his massive shadow fading into the clouds.

_________

The moon hung low over the Pacific, casting a pale shimmer across the ocean's surface as Alex approached Isla Nublar. His wings beat slower now—more controlled, less strained—though the wounds from Boston still pulsed with dull heat. He'd been flying for hours, cruising silently above the clouds.

He banked down toward his territory, expecting to see a lush, dark jungle waiting to welcome him home.

But instead…

Smoke.

Ash.

And a glowing red sky.

The volcano had erupted.

The once-vibrant island was scorched, split with molten cracks, and blanketed in a smoky haze. Pyroclastic trails glowed faintly in the distance, feeding into the sea like bleeding veins.

Alex hovered for a moment, then slowly descended, scanning the ruined landscape.

He couldn't feel the presence of any dinosaurs—not a single heartbeat within the forest. Had they all been rescued like in the original timeline? Maybe. Probably. Hopefully.

He banked left, his glowing eyes narrowing as he spotted it: a faint outline barely visible beneath the ash-filled haze.

The dome.

Still standing. Intact.

Surprisingly, Monarch's outpost hadn't been swallowed by the eruption. In fact, it looked… untouched.

Alex circled once before descending toward it. As he got closer, the reason became clear:

Fifty-meter-tall reinforced alloy walls surrounded the entire perimeter—Monarch's handiwork. Likely deployed the moment seismic activity had spiked.

Inside, the jungle remained preserved, eerily pristine. The ash hadn't even touched the treetops. They'd activated the barrier. Energy pulses still shimmered faintly across the hexagonal pattern that rippled over the dome's surface—silent protection against falling debris, pyroclastic waves, and molten rock.

Smart humans.

They had planned for this.

Alex hovered above the site, scanning for signs of life, movement, or surveillance systems. There were no active drones, no visible personnel. It was like a sealed vault, waiting to be opened again.

Maybe Monarch had evacuated. Or maybe they were still watching.

Didn't matter.

Alex snorted, nostrils flaring as he exhaled a puff of steam.

If they were watching, they'd see him now—as the new alpha.

"Well... I'm not sleeping here tonight."

The thought rolled through his head with a dry huff, smoke curling from his nostrils as he beat his wings once more and veered off toward open water.

His destination: Nevada.

There was still radiation there. Deep in the restricted zones. Places where humans feared to linger. A perfect place to rest, recover, and recharge. After the battles he'd fought—from Pacific Rim's mega kaiju to Godzilla himself—he needed time to heal and recover.

Dr. Henry Wu sat slumped at a table, nursing his bruised neck with a grimace. The sting of betrayal still lingered—knocked out cold by a geeky intern with a syringe full of tranquilizer.

Worse, the dinosaurs had been freed. Claire had overridden all security protocols to save them from the hydrogen cyanide that had been leaking into the estate's underground labs.

Across from him sat Walter Simons, calm and composed, while Ren Serizawa stood silently behind him, arms folded.

"Dr. Wu," Walter began smoothly, "the reason we're here is simple. We want your help… in making humans the dominant species again."

Wu raised a brow, still rubbing his temple. "And what exactly do I have to do with that?"

Walter stood up and slowly paced behind Wu, his hands clasped behind his back.

"There was a time when we believed humanity ruled the Earth. That every other creature was beneath us. But all of that changed three years ago—when the MUTOs emerged… and Godzilla appeared."

He stopped behind Wu's chair.

"We thought the nightmare had ended when Godzilla killed them. But we were wrong. The losses this time—after Boston—were worse, despite humanity being prepared. And still... we relied on him to save us again."

Wu narrowed his eyes. "Get to the point."

"What we need," Walter said, circling back in front, "is your expertise. We want to create our own titans. Ones that answer to us. Like the Indoraptor you engineered—a truly impressive asset… such a shame it was lost."

Wu scoffed. "Creating something that big requires more than a lab and ambition. It would take years. Decades. And there's no telling if it's even possible."

"Oh, but it is," Ren Serizawa interjected quietly.

Walter nodded to him, and Ren stepped forward, placing a tablet on the table. It lit up with a spinning hologram—a DNA strand unlike anything Wu had ever seen.

"We retrieved samples after the Boston incident," Ren said. "Black Wyvern's DNA."

Wu's eyes widened slightly.

"It's real," Walter continued. "DNA capable of integrating multiple species' genes—flawlessly. No structural collapse. No deformities. A perfect base."

Ren swiped again, revealing additional kaiju gene samples and the CRISPR Pathogen formula. "We've acquired DNA from the mega kaiju in Japan. We have the means to trigger growth, enhance mass, increase strength. You see where this is going."

Wu stared at the screen in silent awe, realization creeping in. "You… you want to use his genetics to fuse them all. A super-hybrid. Augmented by the CRISPR pathogen…"

"Exactly," Walter said, placing both hands on Wu's shoulders. "And that's not all."

He tapped the screen. Another image appeared—a massive biomechanical silhouette, sleek, armored, glowing red beneath the surface.

Mecha Black Wyvern.

"Our trump card," Walter declared. "All titans need an Alpha. This one will be ours."

Wu stood up abruptly. "This is insanity. You're messing with powers you don't understand. Every time I've created a hybrid—it escaped. It evolved beyond control. This… this is a disaster waiting to happen. I'm not part of it."

Walter's smile faded. "Come now, Doctor. Help us… help humanity."

Wu turned his back. "Even if I agreed—how do you plan to control them?"

Ren swiped once more. The hologram shifted to reveal remote neural implants, alpha-frequency disruptors, bio-synchronizers. All untested. All dangerously ambitious.

Walter stepped closer. "With Mecha Black Wyvern at the helm, we'll reshape the balance of power. For good."

Wu stared at the dark projection of the looming machine. His mind raced.

And for the first time in years—he hesitated.

Meanwhile, Deep in Space…

Light-years away from Earth, drifting across the dark void of space, a colossal bioship glided silently. Its hull shimmered with a blend of biomechanical alloy and organic plating, spanning hundreds of miles, shaped like a monstrous black crab fused with an asteroid. Dozens of metallic tendrils extended from its flanks like solar arrays, feeding off cosmic radiation and stellar wind as it advanced through the void.

At the heart of the bioship lay a chamber the size of a city, dimly lit with pulsing green bioluminescent veins running along the walls like circuitry made of flesh. Massive vats bubbled with strange alien fluids; incubators for horrors not yet born.

And in the center… she waited.

The Hive Queen.

Enormous. Towering over 200 feet tall, encased in an exoskeleton of black-blue chitin reinforced with alien alloy. Her shape was grotesque and majestic—a fusion of insect and machine, with six clawed limbs and a swollen, semi-transparent abdomen that glowed faintly with the energy of the harvested planetary cores. Her massive crest, shaped like a battle crown, stretched above her writhing neck. Glowing green eyes watched every readout, every signal, every vibration of planetary life from her throne of cables and bone.

She wasn't just alive—she was a hive intelligence, connected to millions of drones spread across the galaxy. Entire civilizations had crumbled under her will. Her kind didn't conquer for sport or survival… they harvested worlds for their molten cores, leaving lifeless husks drifting in space.

And Earth was next.

End of Chapter