Mutated System : Rise Of The Alpha

The Dark Side of Government Forces

Nathan pulled his clothes on with lightning speed, his eyes glowing with a cold, digital intensity. "System, analyze. Who the hell just blew up my front door?"

​[SCANNING... THERMAL SIGNATURES DETECTED.]

[IDENTIFIED: METRO ANTI-DISASTER SPECIAL FORCES (ADSF).]

[EQUIPMENT: CLASS-4 TACTICAL GEAR, NEURO-TOXIN GRENADES, HIGH-CALIBER FIREARMS.]

​"Can I take them out? All of them?" Nathan asked, his knuckles cracking as he felt the surge of his newly stabilized energy.

​[SUCCESS PROBABILITY: 100%.]

[HOWEVER, A STRATEGIC ALTERNATIVE IS SUGGESTED. THE ADSF LIKELY INTENDS TO CAPTURE YOU FOR RESEARCH AT THE METRO UNDERGROUND COMMAND CENTER.]

[ADVICE: ALLOW CAPTURE. ONCE INSIDE THE METRO HEADQUARTERS, YOU CAN COMMENCE A FULL-SCALE PURGE AND OCCUPY THE FACILITY. IT IS A FORTIFIED STRONGHOLD—FAR SAFER THAN THIS RUINED HOUSE.]

​"A Trojan horse move. Not bad," Nathan muttered. "But what about Giselle? If they think she's just a witness, they might dispose of her. I'm not leaving her to die."

​[DIRECTIVE CLEAR,] the system responded coldly. [IF THE ASDF ATTEMPTS TO ELIMINATE OR SEPARATE THE SUBJECT GISELLE, TERMINATE THE ENTIRE SQUAD IMMEDIATELY. LEAVE NO SURVIVORS.]

​"Good plan." Nathan turned to Giselle, who was shivering as she scrambled into her clothes. He grabbed her hand, his grip firm and grounding. "Listen to me. These guys think they’re the ones in control. They’re going to take us in. Don't fight, don't scream. Just stay right behind me. If they even think about hurting you, I’ll paint this room red with them."

​Giselle nodded, her eyes wide but filled with trust. "I'm with you, Nathan. Whatever happens."

​The bedroom door was kicked off its hinges with a deafening bang. Laser sights danced across the walls, eventually landing on Nathan’s chest. A dozen soldiers in black tactical gear stormed in, rifles leveled.

​"Hands in the air! Down on your knees, now!" the lead commando barked through his respirator.

​Nathan slowly raised his hands, a dark, predatory smirk playing on his lips. "Sure. Take us wherever you want," he whispered, his eyes flashing a dangerous blue. "You’re just giving me a ride to my new home."

Nathan and Giselle surrendered without a fight, their hands raised as the tactical team moved in to zip-tie them. They were marched out of the smoking ruins of the house and shoved into the back of a heavily armored transport vehicle. The engine roared to life, and the convoy sped through the desolate streets, heading toward the heart of the city.

​Eventually, they reached the entrance to the Metro Anti-Disaster Command—a massive, reinforced bunker buried deep beneath the skyscrapers. As the heavy blast doors hissed shut behind them, Nathan felt the sheer scale of the facility.

​"System," Nathan commanded silently, his eyes scanning the corridors as they were led through high-security checkpoints. "Map this entire place. I want every vent, every security camera, and every guard's position. Give me the full layout."

​[SCANNING... FACILITY ARCHITECTURE MAPPED.]

[LEVEL 1: BARRACKS AND ARMORY.]

[LEVEL 2: RESEARCH LABS AND CONTAINMENT.]

[LEVEL 3: COMMAND AND CONTROL.]

​"Keep moving, freak," one of the guards barked, shoving Nathan toward a reinforced holding cell.

​Nathan didn't flinch. He looked at Giselle, who was being led right beside him. He could see the fear in her eyes, but he gave her a subtle, steadying nod.

​"System," Nathan thought, his pulse beginning to quicken as the energy hummed beneath his skin. "The moment they try to separate us or the moment I give the word... activate Auto-Battle Mode. I want maximum efficiency. No one stays standing."

​[AUTO-BATTLE PROTOCOL: STANDBY.]

[TARGET ACQUISITION: ENGAGED.]

[ESTIMATED TIME TO TOTAL FACILITY NEUTRALIZATION: 4 MINUTES, 12 SECONDS.]

​Nathan felt a cold, sharp grin form in his mind. He wasn't a prisoner; he was a wolf that had just been invited into the sheepfold. He just had to wait for the right second to let the beast out.

Nathan was led into a high-tech containment chamber surrounded by thick, reinforced glass. They forced him onto a cold metal slab, securing his limbs with heavy-duty magnetic restraints designed to hold even the most powerful mutants. A few yards away, through the transparent walls, he saw them shove Giselle into a stark, cramped holding cell. She pressed her hands against the glass, her eyes wide with terror as she watched him.

​Suddenly, Nathan’s vision flickered, and the system’s interface bled into his consciousness with a series of urgent red pings.

​[WARNING: SUB-LEVEL ANOMALIES DETECTED.]

[IDENTIFIED: TYPE-S BIO-WEAPONS BENEATH CURRENT POSITION.]

[DATA ANALYSIS: EXPERIMENTAL HYBRIDS. HUMAN SUBJECTS INTEGRATED WITH ENHANCED ZOMBIE STRAINS.]

​Nathan’s blood turned to ice. He wasn't in a sanctuary; he was in a slaughterhouse. The government wasn't just fighting the disaster—they were harvesting it, stitching human lives together with the very virus that had destroyed the world.

​A low, guttural growl vibrated in Nathan's chest, his eyes beginning to pulse with a blinding, furious blue light. He looked at Giselle—her fear, her vulnerability—and then at the white-coated scientists peering at him through the monitors like he was a lab rat.

​“I’m going to butcher every single one of them,” Nathan hissed internally, the magnetic restraints beginning to groan and spark under his mounting strength.

​[AUTO-BATTLE MODE: READY.]

[LIMITER RELEASE: AUTHORIZED.]

​Nathan’s gaze locked onto the lead researcher, a dark, predatory smile creeping across his face. The massacre was only a heartbeat away.