Psionic Ch. 88 - Healing The Metas

[February of 2013]

[New York City]

3rd PoV

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield lay in ruins, bearing the scars of the intense battles that had unfolded. The ground slightly trembling beneath their feet, bearing witness to the raw power that had been unleashed. Cracked pavements, smoldering debris, and scattered remnants of shattered structures painted a picture of the chaos that had ensued.

The once serene landscape had been transformed into a war-torn arena. Fallen trees, shattered boulders, and gouges in the earth stood as testament to the ferocity of the clashes that had taken place.

The sky above seemed to mirror the intensity of the situation, dark clouds swirling ominously, as if echoing the impending battle about to unfold. The atmosphere was charged with a potent mix of determination, adrenaline, and a sense of unity as the Royal Inhumans and Avengers prepared to face Maximus and his Atmo-Gun.

In the heart of the chaos, Maximus stood defiantly on his metal platform, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with madness and arrogance, reveling in the power he believed he wielded. Surrounding him, the combined might of the Royal Inhumans and Avengers stood resolute, their gazes unwavering, and their determination unwavering.

Crystal's hands crackled with elemental energy, ready to unleash the fury of nature upon their foe. Gorgon, his feet hooves dugged to the ground, stood poised, muscles tensed, ready to strike with lethal precision. The Avengers, battle-worn but undeterred, assumed their battle stances, their powers and skills honed to perfection.

Maximus raised his Atmo-Gun high, the device pulsating with a sinister energy. His voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with deranged confidence. "Enough of this! It's time to show you all my true might!"

The air grew still as a collective breath was held, tension thickening with each passing second. Andrew, a picture of nonchalant calm amidst the charged atmosphere, watched the impending clash unfold. His eyes flickered with amusement, eager to witness the chaos that was about to be unleashed.

—-—

[White House]

On the other hand, one of Andrew's clone arrived at the White House in a blur of speed, his heart calm as he—literally—felt the heightened emotions of the presidential family through their connection. He could sense the panic and fear that filled the air as he quickly made his way to the room where the family was being kept.

The guards and doctors looked up in surprise as the clone burst into the room, his hands glowing with a soft white light. The presidential family was lying on a set of beds, their bodies writhing in pain as the Terrigen Mist wreaked havoc on their mutant powers.

The clone closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. He could feel the Terrigen mist coursing through the president's daughter's body, twisting and corrupting her powers. He knew that if he didn't act quickly, the girl's powers would spiral out of control, potentially causing untold damage to the White House and those inside it.

With a surge of power, the clone began to channel his biological manipulation, forcing the Terrigen mist out of the girl's body. The mist emerged from her skin in a green haze, swirling around the clone's hands before dissipating into the air. The girl's body convulsed for a moment, her powers struggling against the manipulation, but the clone held firm, using his power to neutralize the Terrigen mist and cleanse her body of its effects.

After several minutes, the clone slowly removed his hands from the girl's forehead, opening his eyes to see her looking up at him, her eyes clear and focused once more. The clone nodded at her with a slight smile that was conveyed to the kid in the form of a soothing aura that he emanated. He turned to the rest of the family and began to repeat the process with each of them, carefully neutralizing the effects of the Terrigen mist in their bodies and restoring their powers to their normal state.

The presidential guards and doctors watched in amazement as the clone moved from one bed to the next, his hands glowing with a soft white light as he worked to heal the family. They had never seen anything like it before, and even the most skeptical among them couldn't help but be impressed by the clone's incredible powers.

The clone stood up, wiping his brow and letting out a deep breath, displaying his superb acting skills. He turned to face the guards and doctors, his expression serious.

"Keep them here for the night," he said. "Their powers should stabilize by morning. And make sure they're watched closely. I don't want any more surprises."

With that, the clone disappeared in another blur of speed, leaving the guards and doctors staring at the empty space where he had been standing just moments before.

—-—

[X-Mansion]

As Andrew's clone approached the X-Mansion, the air was thick with the sound of cries and screams. The scene was heartbreaking as he saw students writhing in pain and agony on the spacious yard of the school, with the effects of the Terrigen mist evident on their bodies.

He couldn't help but frown deeply as he took in the sight of small meta kids also experiencing the same state. His heart slightly troubled at the thought of innocent children having to suffer because of something they had no control over.

Without a moment's hesitation, he waved his hand, and his psionic energy traveled to their bodies, bringing along his biokinesis ability. It was a slow process, but he was able to quickly stabilize the states of the young metas, much to his relief.

As he continued to survey the area, his attention was drawn to the doors of the X-Mansion. He took a step forward and opened the doors psionically as he then began walking inside.

He looked around and immediately spotted Banshee and Angel Salvadore on the couch, sitting—dead. He went and stood in front of the two and looked at them with a slight pity in his eyes.

Andrew then continued walking down the corridors, his mind focused on the task at hand. The hallways were eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of a pained groan or the soft whisper of a last breath. The devastation wrought by the Terrigen mist was all too apparent, with doors left open and signs of struggle in every room.

As he passed by a window, he caught sight of a group of metas lying outside, all motionless and silent. Andrew felt a slight sadness for their loss, but quickly pushed it aside.

He continued on his way, turning down one corridor after another, occasionally willing his telekinesis to help those who were still alive.

Finally, he arrived at the door to the Danger Room, and without hesitating, he pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was eerily silent, save for the faint sound of machinery whirring in the background.

As Andrew entered the Danger Room, the stench of sweat and blood was overwhelming. He was immediately greeted by the sight of the X-Men lying on the ground, their bodies contorted in pain. He could feel the energy of the Terrigen Mist coursing through their bodies, destabilizing their mutant powers and causing them unbearable agony.

He scanned the room, quickly spotting Professor X, Storm, Rogue, Kitty Pryde, Colossus, Havoc, Cyclops, and even Wolverine all laid out on the ground, unconscious and helpless. Andrew was slightly surprised that even the most powerful mutants in the world were not immune to the effects of Maximus' modified Terrigen Mist.

He could hear the sound of his own breathing in the silence of the room as he approached the fallen X-Men. With his hands and feet moving in a blur, Andrew began to use his powers to heal the mutants, stabilizing their powers and easing their pain.

As Andrew continued to concentrate, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw the New Mutants - Mirage, Sunspot, Cannonball, and Wolfsbane - lying unconscious on the ground. They were just as affected by the Terrigen mist as the X-Men.

He immediately extended his powers to them, using his psionic energy to stabilize their powers and help them recover.

After several minutes of intense concentration, Andrew had managed to stabilize the powers of all the X-Men, returning them to their normal state. He watched as the mutants began to stir, groaning and moaning as they slowly regained consciousness.

Although some of them, including Kitty, Rogue, Cyclops, and Charles, still seemed to be struggling to awaken, Logan quickly regained consciousness due to his meta gene. Colossus followed suit, and soon Havoc and Storm also began to stir.

*Bamf!*

Andrew's clone teleported away from the X-Mansion, and then materialized on the streets of New York, scanning his surroundings for signs of distress. He saw people running in panic, their bodies convulsing and mutating as the Terrigen mist wreaked havoc on their DNA.

Without a second thought, Andrew's clone sprinted towards them, his enhanced speed allowing him to cover a vast distance in mere seconds. As he arrived, he assessed the situation quickly, noting that the powers of some metas were out of control, causing them to lash out uncontrollably.

Andrew's clone carefully approached them, extending his hands in a gesture of peace. With a deep breath, he channeled his psionic energy, calming their panicked minds and restoring balance to their powers. One by one, he helped the metas regain control over their abilities, allowing them to return to their normal selves.

As he moved through the streets, Andrew's clone continued to help as many metas as he could, his energy reserves never waning as he drew on his biokinetic powers to heal the physical effects of the Terrigen mist.