Marvel: Mutant Godhood

"Report?"

A deep and authoritative voice echoed from the shadows of a large, dim room.

The room itself was a paradox. One half was brightly lit and clinical. The other—an empty void impervious to light.

"Time 11:32 PM. Date: March 24, 2025," A man reported confidently, reading from a folder marked Priority Mission: Class Five Mutant Child. "We lost a total of forty-two of our soldiers and three military grade helicopters. The cause was an unidentified black energy emitted by the subject. We cannot confirm whether or not the energy led to an alternate dimension or simply erased all matter within the affected area."

He paused, scanning the text, "The entire mansion and sixty-eight percent of the entire estate have vanished. As if they never existed to begin with. Based on the devastation alone, we've classified the child as a Class Five Mutant."

From the darkness, the voice responded. "And the division chief? Has regained consciousness?"

"Negative." The man replied, stiffening his stance. "Division Chief Mark Carter remains unresponsive—in a sort of vegetative state. He's been confirmed to be alive, but there are traces of psychic activity in the brain. Though we still can't confirm whether or not it was the wife or the child who caused the damage. Everyone who witnessed the events inside the house is currently beyond reach."

The man handed the report into the shadows.

Then suddenly it vanished.

"Very well. Begin experimentation on the child. And be sure to monitor the condition of the Division Chief, Mark Carter, closely. I want updates on his condition, including any changes in psychic activity. Also, I would like to be informed of any powers or newly discovered abilities of the child... he could potentially prove to be a valuable asset to our endeavors."

His voice held weight—interior motives, a hint of something deeper and much more calculated.

"As you wish, Director."

The soldier gave a sharp nod and turned to leave.

'What the hell happened in that house?' he thought, walking calmly through a hallway of glass and technology. When Carter made that night, he sounded insane. Ranting about some "Mutant Messiah.'

'But now? Now, all of it doesn't seem so far-fetched. I mean, the kid erased a fuckin mansion or at the very minimum sent it to another dimension. And I bet what's going on with the Chief is all his doing as well... just how powerful is the kid?'

He passed lab after lab—some held people in white coats performing experimentation, others housed mutants, their powers forcibly activated under straining conditions.

Then he stopped.

A thick glass wall separated him from a sterile white chamber. On the other side, a beautiful woman in a lab coat adjusted her instruments. Her long blonde hair was tied back, her ocean blue eyes focused as she examined the body in front of her.

A metal tag on the door read Subject: Mutant Messiah.

'Sigh! The mutant race, or as they like to deem themselves, Homo-Superior, seems to grow stronger by the day. If we have any hope of controlling and containing them... this child may just be our saving grace. But if our attempts fail, I'm sure there'll be hell to pay.'

The man then entered the room.

"So, Kara," he said, glancing at the broken needles scattered on the medical tray beside her, "would I be correct in assuming that these broken needles mean progress has not been made?"

She turned towards him with a tired smile.

"Oh, look who finally decided to join—hello, Jason," Kara responded, with a jokingly unserious tone. "And no," she sighed, lowering her head, "I haven't had much luck. His skin's impossible to pierce—even an adamantium needle couldn't break it. So, unless you've got some magical needle in your back pocket... drawing a blood sample isn't going to actually work."

Jason chuckled, "Huh, superhuman durability... I guess that's another power to add to the list."

He reached for a popsicle stick from the nearby medical tray and approached the boy.

"Blood isn't the only DNA sample we can use," he muttered. "Open up, kid."

He gently forced the boy's mouth open with the stick, "Swab please."

Kara handed him a sterile swab from the medical tray. She intensely observed Jason while he worked. As he carefully rubbed along Elijah's gums, before moving over to the DNA sequencer on the nearby counter, and sliding the swab into one of the pods.

Once it was secured in the pod, he stepped back and rubbed his growling stomach. "What about it, Kara... wanna get some lunch? I'm starving."

Kara gave him a sideways look, tilting her head. "Only if it's Jamaican, I've been craving oxtail all week."

Jason smirked, "You've got good taste... Jamaican, it is."

[3 Hours Later]

After finishing their lunch, Kara and Jason returned to the laboratory where they had left Elijah's unconscious body.

But when they got back, the boy was no longer unconscious.

He was now sitting upright on the metal stretcher, seemingly in deep thought, as if trying to remember something.

Jason stopped in front of the lab window, "Well... he's up earlier than expected. So, Kara, how should we go about this?"

Kara shrugged, her expression contorted into a confident smirk. "Maybe you leave this one to an expert. I'd like to say I'm pretty good with kids." 

Without waiting for an answer, she entered the room.

The moment she entered his zone, Elijah's gaze locked onto her.

Instantly, Kara felt the overwhelming pressure he radiated, surrounding and engulfing her.

Though Kara powered through it, stepping forward even through the pressure, kneeling down to match his level and appear less threatening.

"Hey there, kid," she asked, gentle with empathy. "Do you remember who you are? What happened to you?"

But despite the calm demeanor she tried to uphold. She could not hide the many yet hardly visible microexpressions that covered her face, the fear... the anxiety.

"Are you scared?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. "Who are you...? Why are you afraid of me? Who am I?"

Elijah's voice was fragile, his face filled with confusion, not knowing how to feel about a situation he didn't quite understand.

'How did he know?' Kara thought, taking a step back, now visibly shaking due to Elijah's piercing, mismatched eyes. 'Did he inherit his mother's empathy trait?'

Kara pinched her leg to regain her calmness. "I'm not scared of you," she said, forcing a smile. "Why would I... you're just a kid."

Elijah stepped off the metal stretcher, levitating mid-air. His eyes were glowing with his overwhelming presence. He raised an arm and outstretched his finger towards Kara.

"You say that," he whispered. "But your expressions say otherwise. They tell your fear... your lies. Now tell me the truth and don't lie this time, what is this place, and who are you?"

Kara stumbled back, her heart racing uncontrollably as she struggled to form a sentence, "Yu—You... you're, in the M—"

Before Kara got the chance to finish her sentence, Elijah fell to the floor, clutching his ears in pain as a loud ringing blasted in his head. Kara stood confused; she couldn't hear the ringing. She had no idea what was going on.

But to Elijah, the ringing was the sound of death itself. Covering his ears only made it more intense. Quickly, he felt his body grow weak and his consciousness slowly slip away as the sound ricocheted around in his head.

In that same moment, Jason appeared behind Kara with a firm grip around her mouth before she could utter another word.

"Right..." He muttered dryly, "Let the professional handle things, she said..."

In his other hand, he held a metallic handheld device, and etched onto it were the words, Mutant Supressor. 

"Good thing I have this bad boy," Jason said, slipping the device into his coat. "Otherwise, things could've gotten out of hand, and who knows, we might've been the ones convulsing on the floor."

He let go of Kara, who backed away slowly, still a bit shaken with the memory of Elijah's glare playing in her mind.

"That kid... Jason, he's not a normal even in mutant standards," she said with a shaky voice. "I don't think we can control him. Heck, I bet my life on it."

Jason turned towards Elijah's body.

"You mean the kid that's currently unconscious on the floor?" He replied with a cocky, overconfident tone. "I don't know what that kid did to you, but remember, Kara. Mutants might have superpowers, but we have our technology that directly counters their genes."

He stepped forward, placing a hand on her cheek.

"They're not gods, Kara. Look at him, even a so-called "Mutant Messiah" is bound by technology. Merely mortal, no... less than man."

Kara didn't respond as Jason embraced her into his arms.

"I'll make sure we have the kid in control in no time at all; soon, he'll be doing whatever we command of him. I promise you, you have no reason to worry."

His expression was a cocky grin that hid his true emotions of fear.