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Marvel's Omnitrix - Chapter 110
🕑 Added 2025-09-04 16:37:14 +0000 UTCChapter 110: The Fate of Mutantkind
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Dawn broke over Genosha like a wound opening.
No birds sang. No wind stirred the ash that fell like grey snow across the ruins of paradise. The only sounds were the crackling of still-burning fires and the soft moans of the dying, a symphony of suffering that would haunt survivors for the rest of their lives.
Four million, three hundred and twenty thousand.
That was the number Beast had calculated, his blue fur matted with blood and ash as he worked tirelessly in the makeshift medical tents. His hands trembled, not from exhaustion but from the weight of mathematics. Twenty-seven percent of sixteen million. Each digit represented lives, families, futures that had been vaporized in minutes.
I sat on a chunk of what used to be someone's home, staring at my hands. Clean hands. Hero's hands. Hands that had saved 12 million while 4 million burned.
Some hero you turned out to be.
The thought tasted like bile. In my previous life, I'd read about Genosha's destruction in comic panels, felt that distant sadness you get from fictional tragedy. But living it? Breathing air thick with vaporized flesh? Hearing telepaths scream as they felt millions die at once?
This wasn't entertainment. This was holocaust.
"Ben." Gwen's voice came from behind me, soft and broken. She looked wrong, her usual confidence replaced by something hollow. Magic sparkled weakly at her fingertips as she tried to heal a young girl's burns, but the energy flickered and died. "My magic... it feels empty. Like the universe itself is wounded."
I wanted to comfort her, to say something profound about how we'd rebuild, how we'd honor the dead by protecting the living. But what came out was, "I knew this would happen."
She sighed. "You tried your best.”
"I warned them. Magneto, Xavier, everyone who'd listen." My voice sounded dead even to my own ears. "But fair enough. Why would they believe some kid with an alien watch over their world-class intelligence networks? Their satellites, their psychics, their perfect mutant paradise that couldn't possibly fall?"
The bitter laugh that escaped me didn't sound human. Maybe because part of me wasn't anymore. The fanfics I read never showed this. Everything was fun and sunshine, and even in tragedy, the main character was always the cold badass.
I didn’t feel that. I feel weak. How many times had I thought myself special because I had meta-knowledge? Because I knew the plot? Fat lot of good it did when nobody listened.
You could have done more. Pushed harder. Taken control.
But that would've made me the villain, wouldn't it? The human forcing mutants to abandon their celebration because of paranoid theories.
And deep down, some traitorous part of me had wanted to be wrong. Had hoped that maybe, just maybe, this universe would be different.
Anna Marie stood twenty feet away, kneeling beside what remained of Kurt Wagner. She'd removed her gloves, pressing bare hands against his ruined face in the only safe touch she'd ever have with her brother. No power to absorb from the dead. Just cold flesh and the memory of sulfur.
"Should've been faster," she whispered, though whether to Kurt or herself, I couldn't tell. "Should've been there when that bitch... when she..."
Her shoulders shook, but no tears came. Maybe she'd run out. Maybe we all had.
Storm struggled to maintain even a gentle breeze to clear the toxic smoke, her powers failing from sheer exhaustion. Every few minutes she'd collapse, then force herself up again, driven by duty that wouldn't let her rest while people choked on the ashes of their neighbors.
Emma Frost's diamond form showed spider web cracks that wouldn't heal, psychic trauma made physical. She stood like a statue, afraid that moving might shatter her completely.
Even Charmcaster, usually so composed, clutched her head as magical feedback screamed through her senses. "Gwen isn’t wrong. Reality itself is wounded," she gasped. "The amount of death, the violation of natural order... it's like someone took a knife to the fabric of existence."
Yet, despite all these people, somehow it was Magneto who truly broke my heart.
The Master of Magnetism, the most powerful mutant alive, knelt in the ruins of what had been a school. In his hands, he held a child's drawing, edges charred but image still visible. A stick figure in purple and red, labeled "Mr. Magneto" in crayon, surrounded by smaller figures under a rainbow.
"They drew me as a hero," he whispered, and hearing Erik Lehnsherr's voice crack was somehow worse than all the screaming. "These children... they thought I could protect them."
Everywhere I looked, I saw failure. My failure. Somehow, Magneto blamed himself too. We were on the same boat somehow.
"I should have done more," I whispered, not even realizing I’d spoken aloud. "I knew this was coming. I tried to warn everyone, but I should have been more convincing. Should have fought harder."
Magneto's laugh was a terrible sound, brittle and sharp-edged as he turned me. "You warned us, boy. You did more than any human has ever done for mutantkind." His eyes tracked across the destruction. Something dangerous was building behind them. "All this isn’t your fault. It's Charles and I... we were too proud, too convinced of our own invulnerability. Too eager to show the world our achievement."
A wave of nausea rolled through me as I realized what Magneto was saying. The man wasn't blaming me. He was absolving me.
He was treating me as a kid. And somehow, that felt worse.
“It’s alright. It’s time I woke up, anyway,” Magneto said. His tone was truly dangerous now.
Xavier rolled closer in his wheelchair, reaching out to his old friend. "Erik..."
"Don't." Magneto's voice turned to steel. "Don't you dare comfort me, Charles. Not when your dreams of coexistence led us here." He stood slowly, the drawing crumbling to ash in his clenched fist. "We tried it your way. We opened our doors, showed them we meant no harm, and they responded with genocide."
"Not all humans–" Xavier began.
"ENOUGH!" The metal in a hundred-yard radius screamed in response to Magneto's rage. "Their governments knew. Had to know. You don't build weapons like these in secret. You don't coordinate orbital strikes without infrastructure, funding, and approval at the highest levels."
Grandpa Max's communicator crackled with static. His face, already grim, went pale as he listened to the transmission. "Indeed. Even the Plumber reinforcements were delayed... they were intercepted. They were blocked when they were about to enter Earth's atmosphere."
Of course we are. This is Earth's mess. Earth's hatred. The Plumbers had managed to push through, of course. It was the Plumbers, after all. They were present all across the island, helping people with anything they could.
"No more," Magneto said quietly, and that soft tone was more terrifying than any scream. "No more treaties. No more patience. No more mercy."
He began to rise, magnetic fields lifting him above the ruins. Around the world, satellite systems started malfunctioning, their electronics responding to his rage even from thousands of miles away.
"Erik, what are you doing?" Storm demanded.
"What I should have done years ago." His eyes blazed with power that had reshaped mountains. "If humanity wants to play extinction games, then let them learn what it means to face extinction themselves. Every satellite, every power grid, every electronic system on Earth. I'll send them back to the dark ages they clearly prefer."
"You'll kill billions!" Jean protested.
"They killed millions of us in minutes!" Magneto roared back. "Where was their concern for life then? Where was their humanity when they pressed the button?"
He raised his hands, and I could feel it. The electromagnetic pulse building, ready to cascade across the planet. Hospitals would fail. Life support systems would die. Planes would fall from the sky. It would be revenge on a scale that would make the Sentinels look merciful.
And part of me, the dark part that had watched Kurt die, that had failed to save paradise, the deeply uncivilized person that I was in my previous life, whispered.
Let him do it. What’s the worse that’ll happen?
That's when my wrist exploded with light.
Not the usual green glow of the Omnitrix preparing for transformation. This was different. Deeper. The faceplate displayed scrolling text in Galvan script that I could somehow read, though I'd never learned the language.
ANOMALY DETECTED.
ANALYZING... ANALYZING...
CREATOR PROTOCOL ENGAGED.
A hologram flickered above the watch. For a heartbeat, Azmuth himself appeared, the tiny Galvan's eyes meeting mine across impossible distance. He said nothing, but his expression conveyed volumes. I couldn’t understand what.
Then he dissolved into streams of code that poured back into the device.
[SECTION 007, SUBSYSTEM 14 HAS BEEN UNLOCKED.]
The voice was different. Not the usual mechanical tone but something older, more solemn. Like the universe itself was speaking. It was all in my head.
[NEW DNA ACCESSIBLE.]
Everyone was still busy staring at Magneto while I looked at the Omnitrix in shock. A new transformation? Now? But as I scrolled through the display, I saw him. A figure I recognized from episodes that were always awesome.
My hands shook as I selected the form. No way. This is... this could actually...
"Ben?" Gwen asked. "What's happening?"
I looked up at Magneto, still hovering with world-ending power at his fingertips. At Xavier, paralyzed by the failure of his dreams. At Anna Marie, cradling her dead brother. At the ruins of paradise scattered with four million corpses.
"I don’t know, really. But… I'm about to do something impossible," I said, and slammed my hand down on the watch.
The transformation was wrong. Different. Instead of the usual sequence where my body shifted and changed, this one moved in reverse. Parts of me aged and un-aged simultaneously, experiencing every moment of my existence at once.
My consciousness scattered across temporal streams, seeing infinite possibilities before snapping back together.
When it finished, I stood as something that shouldn't exist in this universe.
My body was mechanical, constructed of copper and brass that gleamed despite the ash-filled air. Gears turned visibly beneath transparent panels in my chest, each tick marking moments that hadn't yet happened. A large key protruded from my head, turning on its own with a sound like a thousand pocket watches synchronized to the heartbeat of time itself.
"Clockwork," I announced, my voice carrying harmonics that made reality shiver. The Chronosapien DNA.
"Benjamin, what..." Magneto lowered his hands, the building electromagnetic pulse forgotten. "Do not try to stop me. I will not kill you, for I am grateful, but I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you."
"I don’t plan to fight you," I admitted, looking at my mechanical hands. Time visibly distorted around me, dust reversing its fall, small fires un-burning themselves within my proximity. "But I think I'm about to do something crazy."
I reached up, grasping the key protruding from my head.
The moment my fingers touched it, I understood. Not everything, but enough. This wasn't just time manipulation. I could be selective. I suddenly knew what to do.
"Benjamin! Stop!"
Reality folded like origami as the Ancient One materialized, not through a portal but by unfolding from space itself. Her face showed genuine alarm, something I'd never seen on the Sorcerer Supreme.
"You don't understand the consequences! Temporal revision on this scale could create paradoxical fractures that–"
Magneto's hand shot out, and the Ancient One was restrained by metal bands that flew from the debris around. She scowled, glaring at Magnto, but he continued holding her in place with desperate efficiency.
"Let him try," Magneto said quietly. "Whatever he's planning, it can't be worse than this."
The Ancient One's expression shifted from alarm to something like understanding. "Oh, I hate this."
"Then I guess I better not screw up."
I turned the key.
The mechanics in my chest began moving faster, gears spinning with increasing speed until they blurred into pure emerald light. Power built inside me, not energy but time itself made tangible. Every second that had passed since the attack began pressed against my consciousness, demanding to be acknowledged.
I angled my chest toward the sky and fired.
The beam that erupted from my chest wasn't light or energy but crystallized time. It shot upward, then expanded into a dome that grew to encompass first the island, then the ocean, then continents, until it covered the entire planet. But even as it expanded outward, it was already contracting, moving backward through its own existence.
"What's happening?" Jean gasped, her telepathy picking up something impossible. "I can feel... minds? Returning?"
The dome raced back toward me, and as it passed, reality rewrote itself.
Not everything. The buildings remained destroyed. The Sentinels stayed as scattered wreckage. But the people…
They appeared like ghosts becoming solid. A child here, an adult there. Mutants of every description materialized where they had been standing moments before death, expressions confused and disoriented but unmistakably alive.
A mother materialized mid-scream, then blinked in confusion at being alive. Children reformed from ash, looking around in wonder. Families reconstituted from vapor, falling into each other's arms.
The dome contracted faster now, spawning thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions. Each person appearing at the moment before death would have claimed them, pulled forward through time to now.
Four million, three hundred and twenty thousand souls, plucked from the jaws of extinction.
Kurt Wagner materialized last, gasping and whole, his blue fur restored, his yellow eyes wide with shock. Anna Marie let out a sound that was half sob, half laugh as she threw her arms around him, gloves be damned.
The dome finished contracting, disappearing back into my chest with a sound like the universe exhaling. I stood there for a moment, mechanical body humming with residual temporal energy, then the Omnitrix flashed red.
The transformation ended, and I collapsed to my knees as Ben Tennyson, human and exhausted and laughing like a madman.
Oh, what a feeling this was. How incredible.
"I did it," I gasped between hysterical giggles. "I really did it! Eat that, fate. Destiny can kiss my ass."
People were laughing and crying all across the island. Millions of people who'd been dead minutes ago stood in shocked confusion. But the X-Men, the Brotherhood, and everyone who'd witnessed the impossible were frozen in shock, staring at me like I'd grown a second head.
Then Magneto descended, landing with surprising gentleness. He walked toward me slowly, deliberately, and for a moment, I tensed. He reaches out his hand toward the Omnitrix. Was he going to try to take the Omnitrix? After what it had just done?
Instead, he grabbed my wrist and raised my arm above my head.
"I, MAGNETO,” he shouted. “THE MASTER OF MAGNETISM AND KING OF GENOSHA," his voice carried across the island through magnetic manipulation of sound waves, reaching every ear, every survivor, every resurrectee. "HEREBY DECLARE THAT FROM THIS DAY FORWARD, BENJAMIN TENNYSON SHALL BE KNOWN AS THE SAVIOR OF MUTANTKIND! THE HERO OF GENOSHA! THE ONE WHO DENIED DEATH ITSELF!"
The roar that erupted from four million throats shook the very foundations of the broken island. People who didn't even know what had happened, who only knew they were alive when they shouldn't be, took up the chant.
"TEN-NY-SON! TEN-NY-SON! TEN-NY-SON!"
As I stood there, supported by Magneto of all people, surrounded by people I'd saved from a tragedy I couldn't prevent, I realized something.
I wasn't just a kid with an alien watch anymore. I'd just became something else. Something more.
A symbol.
And symbols, I was learning, had responsibilities that went far beyond throwing punches and shooting lightning.
The paradise was still broken. The dream of Genosha had still been wounded, perhaps mortally. But its people lived. Four million souls who would remember this day not as when paradise fell, but as when one human with an alien watch told Death itself to fuck off.
Not bad for a Tuesday.
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Comments
destructoballs !
Mistress death
Master4thWall
Thank you Kurupt. I'm trying to avoid usual Marvel story cliches so far yeah, but more originality that also means we'll have to encounter the cliches and more well known plots sooner or later 😂 Looking forward to make those interesting too!
Kurupt
Arthur I’m loving your story, especially how none of the plot feels forced. It truly looks like a combination with both universes, with everything being connected so well. The one thing I really enjoy is Ben having his own adventures without him being forcibly involved in others. The plot feels natural with nothing being forced like remaining in New York and how he connects with other hero’s, which leads him to being involved with their story.
Master4thWall
Who knows what will happen. As for Cable, he's a time traveler. And as we know time travel in marvel means hopping from one timeline to a different timeline, rather than actually returning to the past. The "Ben" he talked about isn't necessarily our Ben
Rez
Will this have a bad backlash , is there something big thats gonna come in and ruin his accomplishment?, I'm a tad confused on the Cable bit too , what had he been talking about?
Gabriel Teets
Awesome nightcrawler back and I’m sure bastion and sinister are pissed
Robert Stevens
Knew it
couzon123
sure hope this doesn't lead to any gods and greater entities related to time and death getting mad🥲
