X-GENE OMNITRIX

Chapter 20 CHAPTER 19



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VERSION 1

stitch turned his head toward Fury, his wide, black eyes narrowing. His ears twitched in annoyance, and his sharp little teeth glinted under the control room's flickering lights.

"Next time you get in my way..." Stitch growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll take your other eye."

A tense silence fell over the room. Every agent's grip on their weapon tightened, eyes darting between Stitch and Fury, awaiting a command. But before anyone could react, something changed.

A BLUE Light flashed Stitch's small, blue form tensed, his stubby limbs flexing as if preparing for a pounce. Then, without warning, his body began to shift. The transformation was unnatural—his fur rippling like liquid darkness as his frame stretched, growing taller and leaner. His vibrant blue fur darkened, deepening into an inky black that shimmered under the dim lights. His ears retracted, reshaping into two sleek, curved horns. His round, childlike eyes narrowed into piercing, reptilian slits that glowed an eerie, luminous green.

Then the wings emerged.

With a sudden snap, massive, bat-like wings unfurled from his back, casting ominous shadows against the walls. Their edges shimmered with faint bioluminescent blue streaks, pulsing as if alive. A long, powerful tail lashed behind him, its finned tip slicing through the air with a dangerous whip. Claws extended, sharper than ever before, curling as if itching to strike.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from deep within his chest. The thing that had once been Stitch was gone.

Now, in his place, stood a Night Fury.

Gasps echoed through the control room as the agents stumbled backward, pressing themselves against the walls, their weapons shaking in their hands. One agent, his face drained of color, instinctively raised his gun. Another followed. Then another.

Click-click-click.

Safety catches flicked off. Fingers curled around triggers. The air was thick with tension, panic barely contained by protocol.

"Hold your fire!" Fury's voice cut through the chaos, his hand shooting up in a commanding gesture. He didn't dare look away from the dragon before him. "Nobody shoots unless you want to be fried alive."

The agents hesitated. Their training told them to neutralize a threat. Their instincts told them that this wasn't something they could stop.

Toothless's emerald eyes scanned the room, taking in their fear, their hesitation. His gaze lingered on Fury for a moment—a final, silent acknowledgment—before he exhaled sharply through his nose, sending a wave of hot breath rolling across the control panels.

Then he moved.

Toothless crouched low, muscles coiling beneath his sleek black scales. His wings flared, their full span nearly touching the walls. The flickering lights made him look even more otherworldly, like a shadow ripped from the void.

With an explosive leap, he launched himself into the air. His powerful wings beat once, twice, sending loose papers and debris swirling across the room. The sheer force knocked over a nearby chair, screens flickering wildly from the sudden gust.

"Open the carrier doors!" Fury barked into his comm, watching as Toothless rocketed toward the exit. "Let him through!"

The hangar bay hatch began to slide open, but Toothless was moving too fast. Slowing down wasn't an option.

Did Toothless care?

No.

Electricity crackled between his fangs, the familiar hum of plasma energy building within him. With a sharp inhale, he charged his shot, energy swirling in his maw before—

BOOM!

A searing blast of plasma shot forward, striking the opening hatch just before he reached it. The explosion sent a shockwave rippling through the hangar, shattering glass and sending agents ducking for cover. Smoke billowed outward, obscuring everything in thick, swirling clouds.

And then, through the haze—

WHOOSH!

Toothless burst into the open sky, his sleek form slicing through the smoke like a phantom.

Back in the control room, Fury stood amid the wreckage, his face a mask of frustration as he surveyed the broken screens and overturned equipment. He exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Motherf—!" He bit back the curse, fists clenching. "Damn kid's destroying my ship."

But it was too late. Toothless was already gone.

Above the Helicarrier, the cold night air rushed past his scales, the ocean below reflecting the distant city lights. But something else stirred in the sky.

As he soared, the world responded.

Lightning flickered in the distance, slithering across the clouds like veins of raw energy. The winds howled, swirling around him as if drawn to his presence. The storm churned, its dark embrace pulling him in, recognizing him.

Bolts of electricity snapped across his wings, trailing along his sleek form like coursing veins of power. For a brief moment, he was illuminated—a living shadow streaking through the tempest.

A Night Fury in the night sky.

The city loomed ahead, a beacon against the ocean's darkness. Skyscrapers stretched toward the heavens, unaware of the storm approaching them.

Toothless angled his wings, his tail shifting to guide his flight.

He wasn't just heading toward the city.

He was heading toward battle.

VERSION 2

Stitch turned his head toward Fury, his wide, black eyes narrowing. His ears twitched in annoyance, and his sharp little teeth glinted under the control room's flickering lights.

"Next time you get in my way..." Stitch growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll take your other eye."

Before Fury could react, Stitch crouched low, his small, blue form tensing. Then, in a flash Of blue light, his body began to shift.

Fury's one good eye widened as Stitch's small alien frame started to stretch and expand. His stubby limbs elongated, his blue fur darkening into an inky black. His ears retracted, replaced by two sleek, curved horns, and his eyes—once large and round—narrowed into piercing green slits that glowed with a predatory intensity.

Wings erupted from his back, unfurling like living shadows, their edges lined with faint, bioluminescent blue streaks. His tail lashed behind him, powerful and whip-like, tipped with a fin.

Where Stitch had once stood, now loomed a Night Fury.

Fury stared, momentarily speechless. "Son of a—!"

Before he could finish, Toothless launched himself into the air, his powerful wings propelling him upward in a blur. He twisted mid-flight, tucking his wings in for a split second before blasting toward the exit like a black bolt of lightning.

"Open the carrier doors!" Fury barked into his comm. "Let him through!"

The hatch leading outside began to slide open, but Toothless was moving too fast. Slowing down wasn't an option.

Did Toothless care?

No.

His mouth began to glow, plasma energy crackling between his fangs. With a sharp inhale, he charged his shot, the energy swirling in his maw before—

BOOM!

A searing blast of plasma rocketed forward, slamming into the opening hatch just before he reached it. The explosion sent a shockwave through the hangar, shattering nearby screens and sending agents scrambling for cover. Smoke billowed outward, obscuring the exit.

And then, through the haze—

WHOOSH!

Toothless burst into the open sky, his sleek form cutting through the smoke like a bullet.

Back in the control room, Fury stood amid the wreckage, his face twisted in sheer frustration as he stared at the broken screen that now only flickered with static.

"Motherf—!" Fury bit back the rest of the curse, exhaling sharply through his nose. "Damn kid's destroying my ship!"

Toothless didn't care.

Soaring high above the Helicarrier, he took a deep breath of the cool night air, his sharp eyes locking onto the horizon. Below him, the ocean stretched out, its dark waters reflecting the city's distant lights.

But something else was happening.

As he flew, the sky responded to his presence.

Lightning flickered in the distance, crawling across the clouds like veins of raw energy. The storm above him churned, the winds picking up, swirling around him as if recognizing his power.

Bolts of electricity snapped across his wings, tracing through his body like coursing energy, illuminating him momentarily as he cut through the storm.

Night Fury in the night sky.

The city loomed ahead, its silhouette against the ocean a beacon.

Toothless angled his wings, his tail shifting to guide his flight. He wasn't just heading toward the city.

He was heading toward SHINY POWER STONES ROUGE CAN STALL SOME TIME.

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