X-GENE OMNITRIX-Chapter 8: XGO

The soft glow of a holographic screen illuminated Professor Charles Xavier's face as he sat in his dimly lit office.

The X-Mansion was silent, its residents deep in sleep, but Xavier had no such luxury.

Because right now—

He was in a meeting that could decide Alex's future.

On the other end of the call, standing in the shadowed command room of the Helicarrier, was Nick Fury.

His expression was unreadable, but Xavier could feel the weight behind his words before he even spoke.

Finally, Fury broke the silence.

"Professor Xavier."

His voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge to it.

Xavier nodded, his tone diplomatic. "Director Fury."

Fury exhaled, rubbing his temple.

"You already know why I'm calling."

Xavier remained still. "I do."

Fury leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the table. "Then I won't waste time. We both know what happened in that facility. I need to know—do you have any idea what kind of a ticking time bomb you have in your school?"

Xavier's expression didn't change. "I know exactly what Alex is."

Fury raised an eyebrow. "Do you?"

He tapped a command on his console, and suddenly, the holographic display changed.

A grainy security feed appeared, replaying footage from the destroyed underground facility.

It wasn't just a massacre.

It was something far worse.

The footage showed Alex—transformed into his ghoul state—ripping apart the scientists and guards.

But it wasn't the violence that made Fury pause.

It was the way Alex moved.

Deliberate.

Slow.

Like a predator playing with its prey.

The camera flickered—showing a scientist crawling on the ground, crying, begging.

Then Alex—his eyes glowing red, his Kagune soaked in blood—tilted his head, watching.

Not attacking.

Just watching.

As if waiting for the scientist to feel the full weight of his own fear.

Then—

A blur of motion.

Blood splattered against the camera lens.

The feed cut out.

Fury turned back to Xavier.

"Killing is one thing. But this?"

His voice was lower now. "This was something else. He was torturing them, Professor. He was enjoying it."

Xavier's eyes darkened. "He had lost control."

Fury scoffed. "That wasn't just losing control, that was calculated. That was a choice."

Xavier shook his head. "No, Director. It was survival."

Fury's voice sharpened. "Survival doesn't look like that."

Xavier leaned forward, his voice unwavering. "You were not in that lab. You did not see what was done to him."

Fury's single eye narrowed. "And I suppose you did?"

Xavier didn't answer.

Because the truth was—he had.

When he had touched Alex's mind, even briefly, he had seen glimpses of the horrors he endured.

Years of isolation.

Endless experiments.

The feeling of being treated like an object, not a person.

And the worst part?

No one had ever saved him.

Alex had saved himself.

But there was something else.

Something Xavier had not told anyone.

When he had entered Alex's mind, he had expected pain, anger, trauma.

He had not expected the raw power buried deep within him.

The Omnitrix was not just a tool keeping Alex in check—

It was a cage.

And Xavier was starting to wonder if that cage would hold forever.

Alex was already far stronger than he let on. Stronger than anyone realized.

Even Alex himself.

But Xavier had seen it.

A glimpse of what he could become.

What would happen when he grew older?

What would happen when his body adapted to his own power?

Could they still stop him if he ever truly lost control?

Xavier had spent years guiding and training mutants, but Alex...

Alex was something else entirely.

And that was what worried him.

Fury sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"You know how this works, Professor."

Xavier's jaw tightened slightly. "I do."

Fury's expression hardened. "The X-Mansion has always had a... complicated status with the United States government."

His voice was careful now. "You know the deal. We let you operate, let you take in mutants and train them without interference, as long as they don't become a national threat."

Xavier already knew where this was going.

Fury's voice lowered. "If he steps out of line, we will take him."

Xavier's grip on the armrest of his wheelchair tightened slightly.

"He is not your prisoner, Fury."

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Fury's gaze didn't waver. "And he's not your responsibility alone, either."

There was a long pause.

Then Fury continued, his voice a little softer.

"Look... I get why you're defending him. I really do."

He exhaled, shaking his head. "But tell me this, Professor—if he loses control again, and it's not in a lab full of monsters, but in a city full of civilians... what happens then?"

Silence.

Xavier's expression remained unreadable, but inside, he knew—

Fury was asking the one question he himself had been trying not to think about.

What would happen?

Could Alex even be contained if he truly lost himself?

Would the X-Men be enough to stop him?

Would anyone?

Xavier's voice was calm when he finally responded. "That is why he is here, Fury."

Fury let out a long breath. "For both our sakes, I hope that's enough."

Xavier held his gaze. "It will be."

Fury studied him for a moment longer.

Then, with a sharp nod, he leaned forward, pressing a button on his console.

"Keep me updated, Professor. If anything changes, I will be back."

Xavier nodded once. "Understood."

The call ended.

The holographic screen flickered out.

Leaving Xavier alone in the darkened office.

He sat there for a moment, staring at the empty space where Fury's face had been.

Then, slowly, he closed his eyes.

He wanted to believe what he had told Fury.

That Alex could learn. That he could control himself.

That the X-Men could guide him down the right path.

But deep down, one thought refused to leave his mind.

If they failed... the world might not be able to stop him.

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