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Gene System

Blake is a young man who has had to suffer through devastation over and over again losing more than just an arm. With no power of his own he could barely stand a chance against others or even be deemed useful by the military. All he can do is accept his sister's help bitterly knowing he can't return it to the same effect. After a series of events a meeting with near death shocks him to his very core changing his life forever. Awakening a hidden element buried deep within his genetic code. The Gene System, an advanced complex genetic technology used to expand and improve the overall potential and direction of evolution for the user's genetic code naturally mapping out and directing where the user should go with the growth they obtain. Not much else is known, only that few on every planet are given one through unknown means. The current state of the world is racked with unbridled chaos as the military fruitless attempts to stop the atrocities committed by the organisation known as the Gene hunters. Seeking to steal and splice any genetic data they can get their hands on by whatever psychotic means whether it be dissection, slow harvesting or cloning ethics are not a concern. Hundreds of thousands have been affected by the gene hunters including Blake's family. Some are never seen again, just used as cows for genetic harvesting over and over again until they dried up never to see their families again. Changes have begun to sprout in the background of earth leading to more and more mysterious events occurring, genetic powers becoming stronger, animals becoming mutated and evolving faster than normal generational lines. All the while in the background an unknown force beyond human comprehension lurks just beyond the veil waiting patiently for the time to run out and indulge in his planet level feast devouring all life in sight. Blake will give his all to overcome these brutal circumstances by whatever means. No matter the pain, suffering or loss he will continue to go forward no matter the cost. Failure isn't a devastation but a stepping stone in his larger goal. In his pursuit to build his strength he wont forget where he came from guarding the weak as someone who grew from that. Seeing the lack of care or acknowledgement to the majority viewed as weak in the military disdain makes him step up as the leader needed to change the structure of this world for the better. In the weak there is strength which Blake knows all too well. His reason to go forward is to become the man he wants to be. The only thing that truly terrifies is the idea of letting it all go, giving up and betraying himself and his potential.

NocturnOwl · Sci-fi
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176 Chs

Aura

"Come forth my power, you belong to me now". A malevolent grin forms on Atlas's face.

A ripple of motion surges through his scales. As more and more of his skin begins to be replaced. Slowly his eyes start to sharpen further and further. Only for a sense of dread to start multiplying within him as a loss of control over his power takes over. His body rapidly changes and shapes without any cohesion or structure.

His face slowly breaking apart from the once normal looking man, a dragon's head forms in its stead its large maw opening with hunger. Slowly Atlas's face shifts to the side of this dragon head. His agonized expression burned into the scales.

Structure slowly falls apart, wings forming where his legs should be. The dragon head slowly oozes out the appearance of a tongue, only for it to be a disfigured tail. Genetic code starts to rapidly break apart and be forcibly restructured, a dragon forced to sprout from his body.

*Crack* Another set of bones break, skin breaks apart more and more scales consume and multiply his flesh.

The erratic display of dragon and man fighting for the body continues. A clash of flesh and scales fight at each other. Continuous agony seeping through Atlas as his mind struggles to keep up. Until it all accumulates at once into an almighty Howl

"i ….i… i dont know what's happening" Atlas says throughout his mind.

"It's consuming me" The remnants of his face cry out to the horror of his grotesque forming body. The mess of cells coagulation into a monstrosity.

*Step step* The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground echoes through the disturbing panic formed throughout the crowd.

"I'm disappointed in you Atlas. I expected better". A low gruff voice enters his mangled eardrums.

"You chased a power you didn't even need and know you will fall from your own greed" A silver flask is stored away as he brushes the remnant alcohol from his beard.

"I needed it" Atlas' mind slowly starts to fracture apart.

"I needed to change the structure of this world" He says as a slow formation of madness enters him.

"The only way to do that is through your own sacrifice" Atlas lets out a maniacal life seeing the cost he paid.

"This wasn't the right sacrifice to make. You will fall and be forgotten in the passage of time, only the fleeting ambitions of your goals will remain in people's mind as they realize the terror you inflicted". The man unsheathes his katana gleaming with a violent red.

"But the impact of my actions remains". Atlas starts to cackle out with his message.

"People will start to stir as this affects them. Change will start to take place in a chaotic response to this crippling blow. Death doesn't matter, my goals will be achieved even if its not by me"

"This planet's structure is doomed as it is and you know that ''. His tail-like tongue licks his whole head in his cackling madness.

"I'll end your suffering now" Dolos says, knowing a part of what Atlas said is true. Suppressing his own feelings on the matter he brings his katana upward, a strong glow of gold starts to pour into the katana as it is raised.

The red of the katana mixed with the gold creating a mystifying glow of amber, surging with energy. In an instant a thin line of amber escapes Dolos. Only for one of the disfigured wings to be severed. Blood starts to gush out of the wound.

A loud agonized howl is emitted from the head of the dragon, its frenzied anger starts to dominate its actions. A light is sparked in the middle of its mouth, a roar of an exhale escapes the dragon as fire shoots forth from its mouth.

Relentless fire rushes its way over to dolos, ready to sear its prey. Another bright glow of amber forms on his blade. Flipping his palm upwards in the same motion.

Instantaneously Dolos appears where the wing was, swapping places with it. Reacting immediately he lets loose two lines of amber. Two legs are severed in an instant as the back of this abomination crashes to the ground.

"This is your send off"

Bringing down his blade a rough scaled appendage wraps around his body. Spikes slowly start to emerge upward from the scales. Piercing into him his own blood starts to soak his uniform, as the tail continues to restrain him. A wisp of fire emerges in the back of the dragon's mouth, followed by the ominous inhale.

*Slice* The tail tongue is cut off starting to gush blood, an ear piercing roar of agony forms into flames as it blast's forward seeking to incinerate their prey. Performing the same gesture as before Dolos appears where one of the back legs once stood.

"If you will not go quietly I'll make you" Dolos says with irratation at the formed wound on his torso, a flurry of slashes and the fire covering him begins to dissipate.

Sheathing the blood soaked blade, it begins to absorb the blood entering it, glowing a scarlet red. Slowly gold starts to pour in making the overall amber more potent and prominent then before.

*Resonance of life and death". Old words escape Dolos as his sheath begins to illuminate the whole area before them.

A bright flash of amber covers everything in a wide array of light, a sharp whistle is the only thing that's heard. Followed by the katana returning to its home.

The gruesome culmination of dragon and man shudders as a thin wide line of light starts to spread through the center of the whole abomination. Amber slowly leaking its way out of the line as it grows brighter and brighter.

"This was your own choice". Dolos says turning away, swigging the dregs of his flask.

*BANG*

Flesh, scales, wings and bones scatter and disintegrate in the bombardment of the energy and attack received. A devastating explosion of light follows the scattering of the gruesome formation of cells.

The remnants of Atlas's face scatter off across the stadium. A fleeting expression of agony paints the last moment of his life. Blood starts to fall like rain over the stadium painting it in the grotesque crimson of the abomination.