Small Revenge
A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07
Yes, many of you have complained that Mason's capture came out of nowhere, and it did. I didn't explain it properly, and there's a reason.
I couldn't do it, I couldn't write his capture and make it believable. Mason was lax in his vigilance, which is very unlike him.
He believed that the Germans and the Italians will let them leave, because of the deal they had with Dubois, but well, they lied. He still should have kept a better eye (or mind) out, but he didn't. His fault, entirely, and he knows it.
As for Zola, as a character, killing him would have been a perfect revenge. But, as an author, too many changes means I can't write stuff properly later. There isn't anyone in Hydra as smart as Zola, to replace his future actions. So, he had to live, for plot reasons.
Hope this helps, if not, well, I'm not going to change much anyway.
Read on!
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I growl, when I smell someone approach my dining table, but then, my mind catches up to my nose, and I realise that it's just Blinky, bringing another dish full of Chicken.
As I continue eating, I force my mind to calm down, and growl out, "These animalistic instincts will take some getting used to."
Even now, my voice sounds as if I was purposefully lowering the pitch, but I wasn't! It's just how it is right now. Ever since I woke up from my ritual a half an hour ago, its been like this.
I should have realised that when I asked for all parts of Victor's mutation, I was going to get all of it, good and bad. My body had healed up pretty good, thanks to my new Healing factor, although I was still not in top shape. I was still thinner, since my body didn't have any material to work with, which is why I was continuously eating food while Blinky brought me whatever food I felt the need to eat.
Seriously, Blinky's a God send right now. Any other person would have left me to growl by myself.
Speaking of the growl, it was one of the many bad parts of the mutation. I could feel that I was more animalistic, not feral, but I was more aggressive. My senses were pretty much enhanced, allowing me to smell anyone coming towards me, and see in the dark. My mind just hasn't gotten used to those senses, or the additional agression, meaning my agressive side takes over way too frequently.
There's definitely more, but I haven't encountered it yet.
Swallowing another entire chicken leg, bone and all, I look at Blinky, who was sitting on the chair in front of me, looking on in amusement, and snarl out, "The fuck are you looking at?" Pausing, I use my Occlumency to calm myself down, and say, "Sorry.. still getting used to this."
Damn, my throat would have gotten hoarse with all this growling if I didn't have a healing factor.
Blinky laughs a little, and says, "Mason sir, you worry too much. I'm not going to turn into a slave just because you ask me to prepare a few.. dozen dishes. I like cooking. And I trust you, you will gain control over your mind and instincts soon enough, I know."
I smirk at that, my ego swelling a bit. Once again, I use my Occlumency training to calm myself in a few seconds, and then turn back to my food.
Almost an hour full of eating various chicken dishes later, I finally sigh, my stomach feeling full, and my body finally looking like it was, before Hydra kept me prisoner.
Hydra, the thought of the Nazi Organization sends another growl through my throat, as the anger towards them comes to the forefront. And I'm not going to calm my mind this time. I want revenge, something that will suit the time I spent there.
But first, I need to do a few things.
Like observing the changes that I went through for once. Nothing had changed visibly about my body size, I wasn't suddenly a foot taller or anything like that. I did have a noticeable beard now, where before I would frequently shave it. But that's only because I haven't shaved it for so long.
Conjuring a small mirror, I float it in front of my face, and use both my hands to open my mouth a little wider. A blink of my eyes zooms the image on the mirror until I can see my teeth clearly. My teeth were definitely sharper, I found that when I chewed through chicken bone as if it was meat, but it is just now that I register it.
My canines didn't look different, but a single thought is all it takes to grow all four of them until they're almost twice their normal size.
Same thing happens when I try to grow my finger and toe nails. A single thought, clenched hands, and a highly dense nail forms out of the place where my usual, normal nails are. Just as an experiment, I use the nail on my own palm, and see it cut through easily, with barely any pressure from my side. So they're as sharp as they're strong. Good to know that at least they're under my control.
My palm heals right before my eyes, leaving not even a single mark. The speed of healing amazes me, as it's faster than anything I've ever experienced before, save for the two Mutant brothers. I was just a bit faster than Victor and James, though, when it comes to healing. This is most definitely a side effect of me having Magic.
My magic is already geared towards keeping me healthy before all else. It is what makes us Wizards(and some Squibs) more durable, and it is what allows us to play such a dangerous sport as Quidditch and not die every match. It also makes our healing 20% faster than a normal human's, which isn't that fast practically, but it is pretty good.
That, combined with my mutation, is what's making me a faster healer than the two brothers. Plus, their healing factor is also focusing a lot of its power on not letting them die of old age, so there's that.
There's not much of a difference in my strength, at least not yet. Maybe it will come with time, or the more fights I have. But for now, I was still the same average British soldier in the First Infantry.
I smirk, because I was anything but average. I am a Wizard, one of the best Wizards in Wizarding Britain, and I was trained by two of the oldest Military men around. Victor Creed, and James Howlett.
Speaking of, I really hope I don't encounter the two yet. My scent has changed, even I can smell it, and while I don't smell even remotely close to what Victor does, it won't take anyone long to figure out when I heal in front of their eyes by a lucky shot or something.
I'll figure something out for my scent later.
Shaking my head, I banish the nails back, and then do the same to the mirror still floating in front of me. Using my Metamorphmagic, I slim myself down a bit, and then, turn to Blinky. I hesitate a little, and ask, "Can you prepare this Ritual? I would have, but the Ritual I just went through last night prevents me from carrying out any ritual for 5 years."
Blinky nods, and conjures a book with the snap of her fingers. Opening it, she asks, "It's this one, right? I'm going to need your blood for that."
Without hesitation, I conjure a test tube, and cut my wrist to bleed into it. Filling it up, I conjure a rubber cork, and hand it to Blinky. She says, "It will be done within an hour, so you can do whatever you want. I suggest resting, or training your senses."
I nod at her, thankful for her presence here, and wave her goodbye. I'll rest at night, it's still too far from even noon.
But first, I'll have to train my senses. And I know just the place where I can do it. The Forbidden forest. The most dangerous forest that I know of, thanks to the variety of Dark creatures that call it home. The forest should give me enough control over my powers to at least control my own instincts.
But first, with the wave of my hand, I summon a few things that I'm going to need for this impromptu camping trip, save a tent. I'm used to sleeping in the outside anyway. Once done, I store it all in my Personal Dimension, and stop in front of a blank wall.
Summoning my Time Watch from the Personal Dimension, God I have to think up another name for that, I summon a portal for 7 days into the past, in the forge itself. Entering it, I apparate on the outer edge of the Forbidden forest, which is very much outside the Wards of Hogwarts. Heck, it is outside the borders of even the Hogsmead Village, the forest was that big.
Cracking my neck, I enter the forest proper, and take a deep breath. At first, every little smell assaults my nose. From the rabbit hiding behind the tree, to the deer that was drinking from a lake about 20 meters inside the forest.
This time, I don't control my senses, and let them guide me. I cast a few spells around myself to hide my presence from everyone, even Hogwarts professors, and sit down on the ground, my back to a tree.
Closing my eyes, I brace myself for 7 long days of meditation. Meditation will give me the calm I sorely need, while hunting for food will give me the necessary experience with actually using my senses. I just hope that 7 days of training is enough, or I'm going to have to find another forest to train in, for however long it takes.
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Surprisingly enough, it just takes me 5 days to come to grips with my now enhanced senses. I could now smell scents from almost 50 meters away, and distinguish each smell perfectly. I can hear the twig breaking 100 meters away, and I could hear the soft footsteps of a thestral from as far as 20 meters away.
And boy, Thestrals are stealthy as shit. Their footsteps barely make any noise at all, when I don't enhance my senses.
I could also see quite clearly in the dark, which was a benefit just as much as it is a curse. I'll create an artefact to block those extra senses whenever I want to. That should get me used to normalcy too, I think.
Best part was my tongue, my taste buds have definitely gotten more sensitive. Good tastes make me ecstatic almost immediately, while bad tastes make me extra aggressive. I can use Telepathy to control that, however, so that's alright. I'm just going to have to get used to it.
My speed has increased though, from what I noticed. I could hunt a hare with my bare hands, my eyes and legs easily keeping up with the tiny little thing. It is what I lived on these days.
With the point of my finger, I fire a single piercing charm at my prey's head, killing the hare immediately. Sometimes, though, Magic is faster than running behind an animal.
All in all, 5 days in, my mind was completely mine once again, with the aggression kept to the minimum. My Mind Arts training helped a lot in that, which I'm really thankful for.
But, I still stay two more days in the forest, my thoughts focused on my thirst for revenge. I wanted to be my perfect self before I began with the revenge plan.
At the end of those 7 days, I wait until my past self left the house to go into the past, and apparate to my house. I know that Blinky must have just begun with the Ritual she was going through just for my sake, so I leave her alone.
Instead, I summon a few gemstones, which Blinky brought for me from the Room of Hidden Things, and get to carving Runes on it.
I then gather a few more things that I was going to need during this mission, and keep them in the Nowhere. Huh. This works as a name for my personal dimension, it's beautiful, and a good joke whenever someone asks where I bring stuff out of.
"Nowhere." Heh, this is genius!
Shaking my head, I sit down to finish drinking the nutrition mix Potion that Blinky no doubt left for me, and meditate. I'm going to need to be extra calm, and in control, during this mission. I was not going to let my instincts get in the way of my revenge.
I wasn't going to kill him, Schmidt, or even Zola. No, I wanted them to suffer. Schmidt's future was already very torturous, and there were two Infinity Stones involved, which I knew nothing about. So, I wasn't going to kill him, just in case the Space Stone decided I made a better keeper for the Soul Stone.
But Zola? He's fair game. He'll get his win, he'll get to his highest point, and then, I'll be there, ready to take his life. He'll see everything good about him crumble down before I kill him, though.
3 hours later, I feel it happening. A wave of magic was emitted from somewhere inside this house, and it was damn fast.
Blinky soon walks out of the Ritual Chamber, tiredness evident on her face, and gives me a thumbs up. She says, "The Ritual was successful, Sir! Your blood should start getting destroyed soon!"
The Ritual I had Blinky do, was the one to destroy every drop of my blood, dry or wet, from anywhere that's not my own body. Doesn't matter what protection spells hid the blood, or where that blood was, the only blood of mine that exists right now, is in my own body.
I smile at Blinky, and say, "Thank you for this, Blinky. Really."
Soon, I feel a shiver go through my spine, and I instinctively understand, I was safe from the Summoning Ritual. Hydra didn't have my blood anymore. Huh, I didn't know I will actually feel it happen, but maybe it's because it's my blood?
Blinky gives me a sad smile, and asks, "You're leaving again, aren't you? To go to war?"
Shaking my head, I pat Blinky on the head, and get up. I say, "Yes, I'm going to go back out there, for war. I have unfinished business there, Blinky. With Hydra, with Grindelwald. I need to see this through."
Blinky nods, more than a little upset, and latches on to my legs in a hug. Leaning down, I hug Blinky back, and say, "Don't worry, I'll always come back. I still need to find a way to free you completely, Blinky." With a pat on her shoulder, I say, "Take care, alright. And go travel sometimes, see the World."
Blinky nods, and separates from the hug. With a smile, I reassure both myself and her, and then create a portal out of there, to Austria.
Standing on top of a tree, on top of a hill, my newfound feral nature loving this, I look at the base where I was kept in for a couple months, drained of my blood for their own sick purposes. Using my telepathy, I scout the Hydra base, while my new senses keep me aware of my surroundings.
There were about 500 people in there right now, including just 50 or so prisoners. There were scientists, sympathetic to their cause as well as Prisoners of Hydra, working on creating weapons. They weren't the Tesseract weapons though, since I had stolen all the batteries, but the normal ones, ballistic. The prisoners of war were being forced to do the heavy lifting for the scientists, under the threat of being gunned down.
Unfortunately, Red Skull and Dr Zola weren't in the base, and neither was the Tesseract. They had moved to some other base, taking the ink and Tesseract with them, and probably also the books that describe the Ritual. Which means they're still trying for the damn summoning ritual. Pity, I wanted to destroy the Ritual, and every trace of it.
I'm going to have to find them for that, aren't I? Damn.
With my nails digging into the bark, I settle down on the branch I was standing on. I'm going to stay here until midnight, which is when I'll begin my attack.
I could, theoretically, attack now, in the middle of the evening. But if I do that, then I'll have to explain to the muggles how I managed to sneak into a base that has 450 guards, in broad daylight. I'm not going to tell them that I used magic to sneak in, nor am I mentioning my new genetic addition.
Better attack at midnight, when they're not expecting it, and when most of them are asleep.
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Around Midnight, I jump down the tall tree I was resting on, and land on the ground 50 feet underneath me with a soft thud. No one was around me anyway, so I did not try to force myself to be too silent. But, my camping experience did train me to be more silent than my prey.
And right now, that's what Hydra is, prey.
I sniff my nose a few times, finding no one close, and move in the direction of the chain fence that protects the base. Approaching the fence, I cut into it with my Goblin's silver dagger, the highly sharp material making quick work of it, and then, I walk in.
The base was big, with an area as large as Hogwarts castle, probably a bit smaller. There were 8 watch towers all around the base, with 3 guards in each of them. I approach the closest tower first, making sure not to make a sound as I walk, my senses not detecting anyone on the ground near me.
My telepathy was also actively looking for any threats, but nothing came up, so I climb the stairs to the tower without any issue, and slam the door open, making the three guards jump.
"Hello boys." I say, smiling wide at their startled faces.
They point their guns at me, but before they can even press the trigger, I speed closer to them, slamming my standard issue knife in the chest of the middle man.
"Gah!" The man gasps, dropping the gun, and clutching at the knife.
Leaving the knife, I punch the nose of the one on the left, while at the same time lay a left kick on the one on the right. The right one opens his mouth to scream, but I summon my knife from the first one's chest, and slam it into his throat, stopping it before it begins.
I throw the knife at the head of the one I punched on the nose, killing him immediately. All this happened within 10 seconds, before anyone even notices.
Cracking my neck, I smirk to myself, my inner animal loving this feeling. This time, I'm not even trying to suppress it, I need the killer instinct my feral self gives me, because Wizard or not, going against 450 people is not an easy task.
10 minutes later, I take care of two more towers, and a total of 12 guards, few of whom I found on the ground, patrolling. I had also planted my Runic bombs on each of the towers, along with a few strategic places, as taught to me by Matthew. I'll definitely thank him for the lessons later.
It is as I was climbing the fourth tower, that alarms sound, with the Hydra goons finally finding the dead bodies I had left behind. I click my tongue in annoyance, as the guards on the watch towers immediately start spreading the lights around the grounds to look for me, and the guards from the inside run in various directions, to look for me.
I immediately speed up the stairs, getting bullets fired right at me in return, the people being already vigilant.
I duck the first few bullets, but unfortunately, a lot more shots hit me, the machine gun fire too rapid to dodge without using magic.
"Aarghk!" I gasp out, dropping down on the ground, bleeding from my wounds borne out of multiple bullets tearing through my skin.
I guess getting shot through still hurts, even if I do have an improved pain tolerance.
The 4 men that fired at me all breathe a sigh of relief, seeing me drop down, and one of them says, "We killed the inteuder." Probably through a radio, in German.
"How the hell did he manage to get this far without any of us knowing?" Another one asks.
Before they can continue the conversation, however, I cough, and start rising up. My wounds were healing right in front of their eyes, as I glare at the four Hydra nazis standing right in front of me, staring at me, terrified out of their minds.
One of them definitely shit his pants, much to my annoyance. Hello, enhanced senses here?
I run towards them when one of them starts raising his gun once again, and cut my nails through his throat. Before the first one can even drop down, I stab my knife into another one's chest, and kick the remaining two towards the wall of the tower. Summoning my gun, I quickly shoot all four of them dead.
My cover was blown anyway. Doesn't mean I'm going to show myself to them yet though.
Planting the Runic bomb and hiding it under the wood, I apparate towards the weapons cache. This time, I summon a Runic Bomb, as well as one of the Panzer Tesseract batteries I'd stolen during my escape. I plant the pair of highly dangerous materials together, knowing that this will be a marvelous explosion to see.
I place another pair in the giant Hall that they used for the Ritual, and another one in the factory that they were using for building ballistic weapons. After apparating away from there, I apparate in the Prison cells, which had 50 prisoners currently.
Before they can even react to the soft crack, I throw my knife killing one soldier, and then start shooting at the others, all the while, most of the bullets they fired at me mysteriously missed. I ducked in between, knowing that all bullets missing would be suspicious for the prisoners, who were watching the fight intensely.
Finally, within 3 minutes, I kill all 23 soldiers currently stationed within the Prisons, and take a breath of relief.
I look over at the Prisoners, and observe all of them. There were 13 Frenchmen, 20 Britishers, 7 Canadians, and.. well, this is interesting. 10 Indians, belonging to the British Indian Army. Each group was kept in different cells, probably to minimise the fightings, and I don't recognise any one of them.
I look them over, and nod, at each of them. My telepathy had taken care of removing my apparation from their memories, so I ask, "You lot alright?"
The Canadians and the Britishers nod back, relieved that I'm a Britisher, the accent giving it away. Taking the keys from the body of one of the guards, I throw two of them at the Britisher, and the Canadians, and turn towards the Frenchmen.
This time, I ask in French, "You are alright, yes?"
The Frenchman who is most definitely the leader of the group, nods, and asks, "Who are you?"
I tilt my head towards the Britishers, and say, "Sargent Mason Aves, 4th British Infantry Division, of the British First Army."
I throw the key to their own cell towarda them, and appraoch the Indian Cell. This time, I first ask in Hindi, "Are you guys alright?"
"Geez, kid. How many languages do ya speak, eh?" One of the older Canadians asks, which I ignore for now.
The prisoners share a look, and one of them replies in Hindi, and says, "We're okay. Who are you?"
I smile, and say, "A friend, for now. I'm going to blow this base up, so, do you wanna come with us?"
The people inside the Indian Cell group together to start discussing, using three different languages. I recognise Marathi, Hindi, and even Tamil, which I take the time to Understand, using my mutation.
Finally, the 10 people agree to my offer, and start picking weapons off the dead bodies. All in all, amongst 50 people, we had 25 guns, including the pistols and machine guns the guards had as backup.
Meanwhile, I have my pistol, and my knife with me. For a while, we just stand there, not having an actual plan of escape. We could hear the shouts of the people above ground
"So, you got us out of the Prisons, son. You have a plan of taking us out of here alive?" The Britisher from before asks, holding a shot gun in front of his chest.
In reply, I take out my pocket watch, and hold my finger up in the motion to stop. After 5 seconds of watching, I say, "Follow me. 15 seconds to first set of explosions."
Obviously, that was all bullshit. The bombs reacted to my own commands, and not on any timer. In 15 seconds, I am going to command the Watch tower bombs to explode, which will distract them enough to get us out.
The group of 50 people follow behind me, mutely. As soon as we get out of the Prison gate, we see the soldiers running outside, with their tanks and their guns, to look for us. With a giddy grin on my face, I activate the Tower bombs, immediately Killing about 40 people that were inside, along with injuring 20 or so people that were closer, in an explosion equivalent to that of a few hand grenades tied together.
"BOOM!" another explosion sounds, as one of the advanced Panzers starts firing at the other tanks, my mind in control of the people inside it.
I yell, "COME ON! FIRE AT EVERYONE! THEY'RE ALL YOUR ENEMIES!" and start running towards the exit, my rescuees right behind me.
In between, we fire at the panicking Soldiers, that are trying to defend themselves from the rabid Panzer, killing everyone that gets in our way.
My nails take care of anyone that gets too close, while my Telekinesis shield keeps my rescuees mostly safe from the crossfire.
When we reach outside the base, 15 minutes later, we have almost 300 soldiers dead at the hands of 51 of us, with only 7 injured, none dead. I turn back to see the remaining soldiers having dealt with the rogue panzer, were now gearing up for a chase, with their guns ready to fire, aiming to kill us.
With a smile, I activate all the other Bombs, even the ones that were stuck to the Tesseract batteries.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" multiple simultaneous explosions sound, as fire bursts out all over the Hydra base. Only this time, the fire is blue in colour, thanks to the Tesseract's energy.
I knew that the Tesseract batteries were volatile, and dangerous, but I didn't expect them to be this deadly. 7 bombs in total took care of turning the entire base to flames, leaving not a single surviver. My blood, even the one I leaked on the 4th tower, when I was shot, was all also gone, with not a single trace remaining.
"That.. was bloody brilliant, Sargent Aves." The oldest Britisher says, patting me on the shoulder.
I smile at him, turn towards the others, and say, "This explosion is bound to gain attention, and not necessarily the good kind. We need to get away while we still have the chance."
"Should have left a few cars intact for the rescue, non?" The Frenchman says, sounding none too pleased with walking for so long.
I start walking towards where I know an Allied base is, and say, "You have a decision to make, mate. Wait for the Nazis to get back, to see what the explosion was about, or start walking."
Grumbling, the soldiers all follow after me, the Indians not knowing what we spoke, but understanding that this place is too dangerous to stay in right now.
Indians, this is certainly an unexpected encounter. I mean, I know many Indians volunteered to fight for Britain's cause, and many were forcefully drafted for the War, but I never thought I'd actually rescue a group of Indians from Hydra hands.
From their memories, I know that this batch wasn't experimented with. Some of their comrades were, probably with my blood, and they all died, never to return. I'll just leave them in Allied hands, and then ask for a ride back to Africa. I have a report to complete soon, and see if my mission actually accomplished something.
All in all, I'd say this was a good mission, and a better test for my new powers. My speed could do some working with, but my other powers are still alright. I'll just have to get used to the aggression, and the higher input of stimulus.
50 Soldiers rescued, and 450 Nazis dead, a good mission, if I say so. Definitely something worth a medal or two.
And this just brings me one step closer to being strong enough to survive the future. Which is my end goal, isn't it? To survive? To live a life away from all the troubles.
A good reputation in the muggle world will definitely not be something that'll get in the way of that.
Yup, I'm awesome.
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A/N: Please ignore any small mistakes you find, or point them out. I'll edit the Chapter later, to fix any mistakes I myself find.
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