X-GENE OMNITRIX-Chapter 13: XGO (updated)

Juggernaut charged toward Alex, each thunderous step sending tremors through the pavement.

SHIELD agents unleashed a barrage of gunfire, bullets ricocheting harmlessly off his unstoppable form while others rushed to evacuate civilians from the chaos-filled street.

Just as Juggernaut's massive fist descended—

A flash of brilliant blue light erupted.

A colossal red arm, corded with dense muscle, intercepted the incoming punch. The collision released a shockwave that cracked the asphalt beneath them.

Juggernaut's eyes widened. His unstoppable force had met an immovable object.

He found himself staring into four piercing eyes that glared back with unflinching intensity.

Before Juggernaut could process what happened, two additional fists hammered across his face. The devastating blow launched him backward, his massive frame crashing into a parked car that crumpled like aluminum foil.

Alex—now transformed into Four Arms—scanned the area frantically for Kitty and Rogue.

They were nowhere to be seen.

Juggernaut rose from the wreckage, rolling his shoulders as if merely inconvenienced. He cracked his neck and a smirk spread across his face.

"Boy, you're wasted here. You should come with the Brotherhood."

Four Arms' quartet of eyes narrowed to slits.

"Where are the other two?"

Juggernaut's laughter rumbled like distant thunder. "Why don't you make me talk?"

Alex exhaled sharply. "You were never here for me, were you? You were after them."

The air continued to fill with gunfire, bullets pinging uselessly off Juggernaut's impenetrable hide.

Four Arms pivoted to pursue Kitty and Rogue—but before he could take a step—

Juggernaut launched himself forward with surprising speed, delivering a devastating blow.

The impact catapulted Four Arms through a shop window, sending glass and debris flying in all directions.

Dust billowed as an eerie silence descended over the scene.

Then from within the wreckage, a voice rumbled like an approaching storm.

"You messed with the wrong person."

Four Arms erupted from the debris, his four eyes locked on Juggernaut with unmistakable fury.

Juggernaut swung a massive fist.

This time, Four Arms caught the blow with two hands—then unleashed the other pair in a brutal flurry of punches that pummeled Juggernaut's head and torso.

Juggernaut's body shuddered under the relentless assault. Growling in frustration, he lashed out with a desperate kick that sent Four Arms skidding backward, the pavement fracturing beneath his feet.

Shaking his head to clear it, Juggernaut turned back, his rage now fully ignited, ready to tear Alex apart.

But when he looked up—

Four Arms stood holding two cars, one gripped in each pair of hands.

With a primal roar, he brought the first vehicle crashing down onto Juggernaut's head.

Metal twisted and glass shattered as Juggernaut disappeared momentarily beneath the mangled wreckage.

Before he could extricate himself—

Four Arms hurled the second car like a wrecking ball. It slammed into Juggernaut's exposed flank, launching him through the air—

Directly into the face of a nearby building.

The structure groaned in protest as Juggernaut vanished into a cloud of pulverized concrete.

As dust settled around him, Four Arms rolled his massive shoulders.

"Now... where were we?"

Within the rubble, Juggernaut struggled to his feet, shaking debris from his shoulders as a voice crackled through his earpiece.

"Juggernaut, fall back. We got what we came for."

He growled in defiance.

"Not before I show this red bean his place."

He silenced the comm before any response could come and charged straight toward Four Arms.

The ground trembled beneath each massive step as he accelerated, fists clenched like twin battering rams.

Four Arms braced himself for impact.

Juggernaut unleashed a thunderous punch—

Four Arms ducked, pivoted sideways, and countered with a savage uppercut that sent Juggernaut staggering.

But he remained standing.

With a roar that shook the air, Juggernaut swung again.

This time, Four Arms caught his fist with two hands while using the other pair to deliver rapid, bone-jarring strikes to Juggernaut's ribs. Each impact echoed like artillery fire.

Juggernaut gritted his teeth, seized Four Arms by one wrist, and yanked him forward—

Then drove a knee into his midsection with crushing force.

The blow knocked the wind from Four Arms. Before he could recover, Juggernaut hoisted him skyward and hurled him into a streetlight.

The metal pole warped on impact as Four Arms groaned, struggling to clear his vision.

Before he could regain his footing, the ground beneath them began to convulse.

An unnatural vibration radiated through the street.

Building foundations trembled. Windows exploded outward. Fissures spider-webbed across the pavement.

Avalanche stood at a distance, hands raised, face twisted in a malevolent grin.

"Hope you like earthquakes, red guy."

Massive chunks of concrete broke loose as a nearby structure began to collapse.

Avalanche turned to Juggernaut.

"Let's go! X-Men are coming—we can't stay here!"

Juggernaut spat contemptuously. His bloodlust demanded to finish the fight.

But as the building groaned and began to topple, he recognized their time had run out.

"Fine," he muttered through clenched teeth.

Both Brotherhood members turned and fled.

Four Arms pushed himself upright, all four fists clenching with barely contained rage.

He prepared to pursue them, to conclude this battle—

Then he heard it.

Screams. Desperate cries for help.

People trapped beneath the collapsing building.

His four eyes darted between the retreating Brotherhood and the terrified civilians.

Avalanche's mocking voice drifted back to him.

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"Go save those puny humans, X-Man. Be a good little hero."

Four Arms' muscles coiled tight. Every instinct screamed at him to continue the fight. To make them pay.

He didn't want to be a hero.

He didn't want to rescue people who would never appreciate his sacrifice.

His fingers twitched with indecision.

His eyes closed momentarily.

A memory surfaced unbidden.

His mother's voice, soft in the darkness, when she thought he couldn't hear.

"I don't want you to be a hero.

Your father died being one.

It takes too much sacrifice. Too much pain. It bleeds your heart dry."

A heartbeat of silence.

"But... you should always know what's right and wrong.

Because that's what defines your existence."

His fists trembled with conflicted purpose.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

The desperate cries of trapped civilians pierced through his hesitation.

Four Arms exhaled deeply.

And he turned.

Not toward the Brotherhood—

But toward the wreckage, where people needed him most.

His massive hands tore through debris, lifting massive slabs of concrete as if they were cardboard. He moved with urgency and precision, pulling people free, shielding fragile bodies from falling rubble, his four arms working in perfect synchronization.

Because no matter what he wanted—

No matter how deeply he resented it—

He knew what was right.

Because his inner voice was saying throw some power stones 🪨