C597 Clone

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In the aftermath of the Sentinel's raid on Vought-owned properties worldwide, a meticulously executed plan unfolded. Across the globe, the metallic army descended upon Vought installations, systematically dismantling the company's reign. The Sentinels, under Peter's control, became an unstoppable force, ensuring that justice was served.

At each location, a portion of Vought Supes attempted desperate escapes or futile resistances, but in the end, the Sentinel army proved too strong for them. The Sentinels, with their numerical advantage, overwhelming strength, and precision, swiftly neutralized those who posed a threat to others.

The casualties among Vought's superpowered individuals was a grim sight for the executives watching. After all, each one of them was worth millions or even billions of dollars. Though they didn't have much time to think, as these executives soon found themselves in hand cuffs.

Among the notable properties that the Sentinels visited was The Sage Grove Center, a psychiatric hospital in Pennsylvania, exposed as a sinister Vought subsidiary, which experimented on the civilian patients.

The Sentinels, accompanied by Peter, who did nothing but sit back and watch his army at work, faced a group of Supes who refused to surrender. And why would they? These people were involved in torturing and experimenting on civilians, so why give up when you know a heavy punishment is on the horizon?

Lamplighter, a former member of The Seven, attempted to use his flames to cover his escape by burning down the hospital, but sadly for him, the Sentinel's Compound V detection system picked up his fluctuating powers before busting in, ending his life with a hail of large caliber bullets.

As the Sentinels continued their operation, uncovering corruption and illegal practices committed by Vought, the number of captured heroes reached 146 out of the 237 employed by the company. The rest met their demise during the operation, a harsh consequence of their unwillingness to give themselves up peacefully.

Throughout the operation, the world witnessed a noticeable dip in the number of superheroes. Vought's influence, once pervasive, crumbled under the weight of a robot army and the exposed truth behind their facade.

The Sentinels, acting as a symbol of justice, had reshaped the landscape of the superhero community. With Vought in a downward spiral, which would most likely end in the companies demise, and the Sentinels to punish those who step out of line, the world would never be the same again, nor would its heroes.

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As Peter traversed through the last Vought Facility on the list, his Sentinels doing all of the work as he strolls around, he suddenly stopped and looked at a blank wall. Hearing the sound of air flowing on the other side, he wasted no time in punching open a concealed metal door, discovering a dark staircase leading downward.

Ordering his Sentinel army to complete their tasks above, Peter descended alone. In the dimly lit depths, he stumbled upon a reinforced prison-like door. 'This isn't a good sign…' he thought as he ripped it off its hinges.

Tossing the door aside, Peter entered a gloomy chamber where a child, no older than 3 or 4, sat in the corner, staring up at him with piercing blue eyes.

The boy, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, as if hugging and soothing himself, regarded Peter with a mix of fear and appraisal, his gaze shifted toward the open door, hinting at a fleeting thought of escape.

'Called it… Why does it always have to be kids? Can't evil organizations just limit their experiments to murderers or something?' Peter thought, feeling bad for the poor kid.

Maintaining a safe distance to avoid frightening the child, Peter knelt down and gently introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Peter. What's your name?" The boy, however, remained silent, his eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Can you talk?"

Without responding in any way, the child's eyes turned to the door once again before he shot off the ground with superhuman speed, attempting to attack Peter and break free.

With ease, Peter extended his arms, catching the child mid-air by grasping him under his armpits, holding him up in front of him. "That's not very nice. You shouldn't attack people like that. It's rude, you know?"

The boy's eyes widened in realization of Peter's strength as he struggled in vain. Even with his own super strength, he couldn't wrench himself out of Peter's hold, which only fueled the fear that was already radiating through his entire body.

Closer now, Peter could scrutinize the child's appearance. Dressed in tiny white hospital-type scrubs, his unkempt blonde hair flowed long. Even his fingernails bore the signs of neglect. Although not visibly malnourished, the child seemed abandoned and uncared for.

[Insert picture of child Homelander here]

A particular detail, however, drew Peter's attention, and that was the striking resemblance to Homelander. The blonde hair, the piercing blue eyes… 'This is definitely a Homelander clone.'

As if to prove his growing suspicion, the child's eyes began to emit an ominous red glow, charging up his heat vision in order to escape. Immediately, it became evident that this was a clone, a creation of Vought, echoing the powerful superhero it sought to replicate.

"Sigh…" Seeing the attack charging up, Peter let out an exasperated breath before setting the kid back on his feet and flicking him on the forehead.

"Ouch!" The kid exclaimed as he rubbed his reddening forehead, his eyes dimming back to their normal blue.

Kneeling down again, Peter spoke with a calming tone, trying to reach the frightened child. "Hey there, I've already introduced myself. It's your turn now. Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you." The child, still displaying a mix of fear and defiance, remained silent. "Do you have a name?"

Instantly, the child averted his eyes to the side, almost ashamed to answer. 'So, they didn't even give him a name…' Peter thought sadly. "Would you like one? A name, I mean."

"!" Whipping his head back to Peter, the boy seemed both eager and hesitant, though he still didn't speak, which worried Peter.

"Should I take that as a yes?" Peter smiled as the kid reluctantly nodded his head. "How about I take you out of here and we can think of a good name for you? After all, it's not everyday that you get to pick your own name. You're pretty lucky, you know that?"

Refuting Peter's words, the kid looked around the room, as if to say 'does this look lucky to you?'

"That's not what I meant." Peter shook his head. "I mean, you have the chance to pick your own name. If I could do that, I'd name myself something cool, like Dante King…" He said, his eyes suddenly widening. "Oh! That's a good name. Do you want it?"

"…" Unimpressed, the kid shook his head side to side.

"Okay… picky kid, I guess…" Peter muttered as he stood up and picked the kid up with him. "How about Axel Blaze? That one's pretty cool…"

At first, the kids eyes widen as he froze, unused to being carried like this. He wonders whether he should struggle out of Peter's hold, but before he could, Peter started walking out of the room and up the stairs. "What about Kane Hendrix…"

As Peter carried the child out of the Vought facility, he continued suggesting names, trying to lighten the somber atmosphere that clung to the kid. Stepping into the sunlight, Axel's eyes adjusted, tears welling up as he stared at the world beyond his prison cell. Peter gently stopped him from looking directly at the sun as he cried, finally free.

Frowning at the kids silent anguish, Peter realized he needed to uncover the child's story. 'I also need to check if he's a psycho, like Homelander…' Unable to communicate verbally, Peter decided to use his telepathy to delve into the child's mind without his awareness.

Images flashed before him as Peter witnessed the kids entire life unfold. Surprisingly, he was born to a mother in a normal hospital, and even lived in an apartment with her afterward, but Vought intervened after a year, killing his mother and taking him away.

Scientists casually discussed this around the unaware toddler, revealing that his mother was merely an incubator paid to birth a Homelander clone. But she had grown attached and tried to escape with him. Of course, Vought eventually found them and reclaimed their asset, ending her life in the process.

Since then, the kid lived alone and neglected in the lab, clinging to fading memories of the days spent with his loving mother. Exiting the child's mind, a few tears rolled down Peter's cheeks. Although he was happy that the kid wasn't a psychopath like Homelander, he felt a profound sadness for the life the child could have had if he hadn't been separated from his mother.

As they walked away from the facility, Peter spoke gently, "kid, I know it's tough, but you're free now. We'll find a better life for you." The child, still teary-eyed, looked up at Peter, a small glimmer of trust in his eyes.

Suddenly, Peter smirked as he thought of another name. "How about Alexander Storm?" he proposed, but the kid shook his head. "Alright… you're way too picky, you know that?"

"…" The silent kid just shrugged his shoulder as if to say, 'It's not my fault your names suck…'

Rolling his eyes, Peter yells some orders to his Sentinels, which the kid in his arms seemed to finally notice, before waving his hand and opening a shimmering golden portal. "Fine, let's just ask MJ. Hopefully, she'll have a name that you'll like…"

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As Peter left, the Sentinels continued their word. And before the day was over, every Vought property was raided, and every employee, including superheroes were in custody.

With Vought's systematic takedown complete, the extent of their illicit activities came to light. The investigations revealed a web of deception, from manipulating public opinion to conducting unethical experiments. The company, once a formidable force, now faced insurmountable challenges in rebuilding its tarnished reputation.

No, it was better to say that they would never be able to come back from this. It wasn't just insurmountable, it was impossible for Vought to rebuild. If Peter's leaked evidence was the coffin, then these raids were the nails in that coffin.

Vought was officially dead, and there was no coming back.

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