Brightest Day

2 weeks had passed since I started. Almost immediately I recognized changes. I had filled out, I gained muscle mass quickly, even with the food they fed me I bulked up.

I also noticed how I saw the world now. When ever a hand stuck its way through the tiny flap to give me some food, I saw how his skeletal and muscle system moved to make that action.

I mentally recorded each and every hand perfectly. They didn't even have bars, just a slab of whatever material it was and a small opening for a food tray.

The day came…

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"The xmen are breaking our lines! I need reinforcements!" A battle rages on in the background, building destroyed and on fire as a small group of people fight of armored men.

"FORMATION GAMMA, MOVE PEOPLE, MOVE!" A man in a long robe with a giant cross on says to others like him.

"GYAAARGHHH, FOLLOW ME, ILL MAKE A PATH!" A giant metallic man says while charging the armored men. As he runs, the men are smacked out of his way.

A beam of red energy shots from the rubble and destroys a part of the large facility the reinforcements are coming out of.

< Cyclops! >

"Go ahead, Cannonball."

< Doug's picked up an incoming transmission—the purifiers and Dep K soldiers are being massacred deep in the facility! >

Surprise makes its way onto Cyclops visored face.

"Massacred, is everyone on your team accounted for?"

< Yes! Even Laura! >

"Then it must being an escaped mutant on the inside, we need to hurry before they get themselves killed. Have your group protect us from outside." Cyclops says he urges his group to move faster, floor by floor, the xmen clear out dozens of armed men.

*BOOM* a wall is knocked out from a man being sent through it. "That should be all, my friend." Colossus says while he dusts his hands off.

"Is this the last floor?" Cyclops asks his group.

"Yeah Slim, I cam smell bloodshed behind this door….prepare yourselfs." Wolverine says while slowly opening the last armored door. On the other side, the group find...complete carnage. Bodies strewn along the floor and even forcefully implanted into the metal walls. Fully armored men broken with limbs missing.

Only the experience of the group saves them from expelling vomit. Each keep their cool as they survey the area. "Holy shit!" Angel says while moving through the massacre.

"They stood no chance. Whoever did this…."

"No need to finish, Psylocke, we get it." Cyclopes interrupts his teammate.

Light flickered as they came to the mutant detention block. "So this is where they kept them, poor children." Storm says from the back empathetically.

Storm, Psylocke and the last member Shadowcat break off to rescue the imprisoned children while Cyclopes, Wolverine, Colossus and Angel try to find the one who did the massacre.

Their search takes them a little farther into the facility where they find even more death, people in scientist spread out everywhere, killed like the soldiers.

"There." Wolverine points to crumpled door with blood trails leading out of it.

"I smell and hear someone alive in there." He continues.

"Colossus up front, Wolverine behind him with Angel in the back, lets go." Cyclopes makes them formation up, just in case they get attacked.

As they get closer they here him first.

*Kuuuuuuh Kerrr*

A cold chill ran up their spines, the distant but sharp sound of artificial breathing hitting their ears like the voice of entropy itself, soulless chilling atmosphere traveled with it doing nothing to ease their worries as the noise steadily grew louder and louder.

They finally entered the room, dark as a void yet could see all the same. A figure walked out, standing at 6'7 with 327 pounds of pure muscle he definitely had an intimidating visage to him.

They got a good look at his face- well not a good look as he was wearing what seems to be a black and white lucha mask with a breathing apparatus strapped around it. They couldn't see a hint of facial features as his whole face was covered.

"Hello." He spoke to them first. His voice….metallic yet smooth at the same time. Inquisitive?

"Hello, who are you?" Colossus asks first.

"…I am me." He answers.

"Whats your name bub?" Wolverine asks, already annoyed.

"Bane."

"Your name is…'Bane'? Whats your real name, kid." Cyclopes asks.

"Doesn't matter."

"Look-" Angel is interrupted by the calling of Storm and Psylocke.

The group rushes off to find the ladies, and when they get there they witness a startling scene.

"William Stryker?" Wolverine mutters shocked.

Reverend William Stryker, a religious fanatic with a military history. Characterized by his unequivocal hatred of mutants, Stryker's hatred goes so far as to kill his own wife Marcy Stryker and their mutant son immediately after birth in Nevada.

Stryker has committed grievous hate crimes against mutantkind and a long time adversary of all mutants lay dead, his jaw ripped off and his chest cavity pushed into his spine.

"Damn." Angel whispers to himself.

Cyclops looks up from the scene and notices a group of distraught teenagers behind the women.

"Who are our new friends?"

"These are the ones we could rescue….some were already dead way before we got here." Storm answers solemnly.

Cyclops nods at the news and looks back to the dark room.

"We have one of our own, the one I think did this."

"Is he…..ok, mentally?" Kitty asks while also looking at the room.

"Probably not Kitty, look at what he did, he must've been through hell to do this type of damage to the people he hated." Psylocke says, also looking at the room.

*Kuuuuuuh Kerrr*

They hear the metallic breathing of his respirator while the others hear it for the first time.

"Xmen," He called out, almost in greeting, his voice obviously put through some kind of modifier. Strangely, even when he spoke, the breathing never stopped.

"I've heard of your exploits." He continues.

His voice managed to be intimidating as well. Especially the broken teens behind the women were absolutely terrified.

'Weak.' Bane thought as he observed their reactions to him.

Storm felt cold when she heard his mechanical yet human voice. What caught her attention was his build, he was buff, his shirt missing with blood all along his body even on his mask and breather.

"Who are you?" Kitty asks from beside her.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is our plan."

"Plan?" Psylocke asks, trying not to invade his privacy and cause a bigger spectacle that it might be.

"I can hear the battle outside, how your….protégés fight valiantly against the guards. Perhaps you should think of saving them?" Bane says smoothly.

"He's right, time to get these kids out of here." Wolverine rushes the group as they sprint to the entrance, Kitty doing her part in making the way easier.

Once they finally reach the entrance they immediately help out their younger group.

'Weren't they the Young Xmen or something like that? I didn't get a chance to read about them, although I know a few members.' Bane internally observes each and every member of the group.

Bane POV———

I saw how Sunspot would absorb so much ambient light around his body, that he appeared to be a walking black spot with glowing eyes and radiant solar energy in his hair.

Cannonball had flown around and knocked out multiple people. The rest doing the same, knocking out, not killing.

'How…pathetic.'

I've always thought it was stupid, not killing super villains.

Not only do they refuse to kill incredibly dangerous criminals, they actively stop others from killing those same people. I don't mean petty bank robbers or anything, they can just be locked up.

I'm talking about people that keep breaking out of prison and go right back to killing people for the fun of it. And by that, I mean very twisted individuals like Carnage and the Joker.

These people they refuse to kill will just go kill more people, and while I will certainly never be a hero, I recognize some people will have to die. In fact, im certain ill have to kill hundreds of people in my path of doing whatever I want to do.

"Are you ready to leave?" Psylocke comes beside me. I wonder why she didn't try and peak in my head yet? A mind raper with morals? That doesn't make any sense. Perhaps the hate on Charles Xavier always mind raping people is fanon?

I know what he did to Matthew Malloy and Jean Grey but I can see why he did that, personally if there was a way to kill Matthew and Jean I would've done it in a heartbeat.

'What a stupid question.'

I look back to the battle and see them already done, I got distracted in my thoughts.

"Of course!" I say just like when Littlefinger asked Venom his plan.