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{Chapter: 49 - Explosion And The End of Dr. Hall}
By the time the violent tremors subsided, Phil Coulson and Dr. Franklin Hall were no longer standing on the floor — they were now firmly planted on the wall.
The gravity inside the underground chamber had shifted dramatically, reversing its direction horizontally. Everything—chairs, desks, equipment—was strewn wildly across what was once the walls and ceiling, now acting like a bizarre new floor. Papers fluttered and spiraled helplessly through the air, caught between conflicting gravitational pulls.
Phil, with his legs pressed against the cold metal of the wall, struggled to maintain his balance. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he extended a hand, pleading with Dr. Hall, who remained rigid, consumed by his own desperate conviction.
"Franklin, you don't have to do this!" Phil called out, his voice tight with urgency. "There's still a chance to make this right. Millions of innocent people could die — my team could die! Think about that! We can find another way!"
But Dr. Hall's face remained resolute, his eyes shadowed with sorrow and iron determination.
"You don't understand, Phil," he replied grimly. "You can't fight the tide that's coming. Ian Quinn... the people funding him… they will weaponize this technology beyond our worst nightmares. Entire continents could fall under their rule. If sacrificing this island saves the world, then so be it."
He spoke as a man who had already made peace with his fate.
The generator behind them, now pulsing with an eerie blue light, continued to hum with a sinister rhythm. In the center, the Gravitonium floated inside its containment field, constantly shifting form—spikes, tendrils, spheres—twisting and writhing as though alive and in pain.
Amid this chaos, one figure stood defiant.
Aiden.
Unlike Phil and Dr. Hall, who were pinned against the wall by the altered gravity, Aiden remained standing upright on the true floor. Although even he could feel the invisible force threatening to drag him sideways, he had already wrapped himself in a shimmering shield of Telekinetic power.
On the left wall, Phil and Dr. Hall continued their desperate argument; on the right wall loomed the Gravitonium containment machine, still accelerating toward critical mass. The vibrations underfoot were growing more intense, the very walls beginning to creak and groan under the pressure.
Aiden narrowed his eyes.
"Aiden!" Phil shouted, clinging to a support beam jutting out from the wall. "The generator's close to meltdown! We need to shut it down now, or the whole of Malta could go up in earthquakes! Please — find a way!"
Without hesitation, Aiden gave a curt nod. "Understood."
He knew time was slipping through their fingers like sand.
Not only was the potential devastation enormous, but the loss of the Gravitonium would mean the loss of an unparalleled opportunity — the key to mastering Gravity Manipulation, an ability few could even dream of.
But just as Aiden moved toward the machine, a sudden gunshot cracked through the air.
Bang!
Dr. Hall, his eyes blazing with fanaticism, had drawn a sidearm and fired directly at Aiden.
The bullet cut through the space like a comet, spinning end over end. But before it could reach its mark, the environment betrayed Hall's intentions. Another massive quake tore through the underground chamber, sending another violent jolt through everything.
The wall under Dr. Hall's feet suddenly shifted.
He slipped.
The gun flew from his hand, clattering off into the chaos.
The bullet, losing its deadly trajectory, slammed harmlessly into a console to the side, sending sparks flying into the thickening air.
Even Aiden staggered under the impact of the quake. His Telekinetic shield, already strained to the breaking point. For a single horrifying neno second, he felt gravity try to rip him sideways, pulling at his arms, his legs, his very bones.
But he gritted his teeth, forcing his willpower into overdrive.
No... I will not fall.
He reformed the shield, denser, stronger than before. It shimmered around him like a second skin, letting him move forward against the impossible force pressing him sideways.
The tremors gradually subsided, but the danger had not passed.
The generator's vibrations were stronger than ever. The Gravitonium was spinning now, dangerously unstable, flashing bolts of blue light across the chamber. As he tried to manually shut the generator, nothing happened.
Aiden's mind raced.
Can I shut this down without killing Dr. Hall? Is there another way?
His fists clenched.
Ideally, he wanted to capture the Gravitonium and perhaps even rescue Dr. Hall. But looking at the situation—the flickering lights, the cracks spiderwebbing across the containment chamber, the distorted gravitational field—he realized that Hall's fate had likely been sealed the moment he threw his lot in with insanity.
Aiden made a decision.
He threw out his hand, using precise Telekinetic control to wrap Phil in an invisible cocoon of force. Before Phil could protest, Aiden launched him toward the exit at high speed — cushioning him against the rough walls as he moved, ensuring he wasn't hurt.
"Get out of here!" Aiden barked. "I'll handle this! This is my battlefield now!"
Phil, struggling against the force carrying him
Phil shook his head resolutely, his expression grim with determination. "No," he said in a firm voice, taking a step forward. "I can't leave you alone here! We go together or not at all."
Aiden, his body straining against the chaotic pull of shifting gravity fields, forced a strained smile onto his lips. His clothes and hair whipped around violently as the destabilized gravitational currents threatened to tear the room apart. He raised his voice to be heard over the deep rumbling of the gravitonium generator. "It's too late for that, Phil! Even if this entire place blows sky-high, I will survive it. But you—you're too important to risk! You need to leave, now! Get out, find May, and have her ready the plane for immediate takeoff!"
Phil hesitated for a moment longer, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, clearly torn between loyalty and duty. His heart told him to stay, but his mind knew that Aiden was right. He gritted his teeth, his jaw tight with frustration. Then, with a sharp nod, he turned on his heel and sprinted away, his figure disappearing into the chaotic labyrinth of twisting walls and shaking corridors.
Behind him, the sound of cracking metal and strained machinery filled the air, a grim reminder that time was quickly running out.
"It's useless," Dr. Hall muttered under his breath, still slumped against the far wall, his face pale but oddly serene. "No matter what you do, it's going to explode soon. It's already too late... there's no saving this."
Aiden turned to look at the fallen scientist, a strange calmness settling over him. Despite the tremors, despite the chaos, there was an eerie clarity in Aiden's eyes.
"Not necessarily, Dr. Hall," Aiden said, his voice low but resolute. "This... might be our first meeting, but I have a feeling it won't be our last. Somewhere down the line... in a different time, a different place... we'll cross paths again."
Dr. Hall stared at him, confusion flickering across his features. "What are you talking about? There's no future for any of us here. We're dead men."
Aiden smiled faintly, and with a casual wave of his hand, summoned his telekinesis.
In the blink of an eye, Dr. Hall was seized by an invisible force, his body lifted clean off the ground. He struggled violently, kicking and thrashing, but it was useless against the overwhelming psychic grip. His face twisted into a mask of terror as he realized what was about to happen.
"Goodbye, Doctor," Aiden said, his voice tinged with an almost bittersweet sadness. "When next we meet, maybe I'll have to call you... Graviton."
With a final, decisive gesture, Aiden hurled Dr. Hall toward the core of the gravitonium generator.
"Noooooo!" Dr. Hall screamed, his voice high-pitched with horror. The sound was abruptly cut off as he was swallowed whole by the churning mass of gravitonium. The particles absorbed him like a living thing, wrapping him in a cocoon of writhing darkness.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then came the explosion.
A sound like the tearing of the very fabric of space itself erupted from the core, followed by a violent shockwave that slammed into Aiden with the force of a speeding train. His hastily reinforced Telekinetic Shield shattered instantly under the sheer magnitude of the blast.
The next instant, Aiden's body was hurled backward, slamming into a steel wall with a sickening crunch. He gasped as he hit the ground, blood spurting from his mouth. Pain flared through his chest and abdomen — several ribs cracked, internal organs bruised and torn. But almost immediately, his body kicked into overdrive. The Extremis running through his veins began to work its miraculous work, knitting tissues back together, sealing wounds, healing bones and easing the worst of the damage.
"Cough... cough..." Aiden spat blood onto the floor, grimacing. "Looks like... no matter what I tried, I couldn't change Dr. Hall's fate after all..."
His voice was ragged, but a crooked grin formed on his battered face as he struggled to his feet. Every movement was agony, but Aiden forced himself onward, driven by a greater purpose.
"He's destined to become Graviton..." Aiden murmured under his breath. "And the day he rises again... is the day I'll devour his power."
He limped toward the now-stabilized generator, which had ceased its deadly convulsions. The once-maddened gravitonium had solidified into an eerily still black mass, resembling a dark metal suspended in midair.
Aiden narrowed his eyes and reached out with his mind. "System," he said inwardly, "Can I store the gravitonium in my inventory?"
A cool, mechanical voice responded instantly: [Affirmative. Gravitonium is compatible with inventory storage.]
Aiden chuckled hoarsely, tasting iron in his mouth. "Then... it's mine now."
With a simple thought, the mass of gravitonium disappeared, absorbed cleanly into his system inventory, leaving behind only an empty shell where chaos had once reigned.
The room was deathly quiet now, the only sounds being the faint creaks of damaged metal and Aiden's labored breathing.
Dragging himself along the wrecked corridor, Aiden began the long journey back toward the extraction point… As he walked his condition got better and better.
As he walked around a corner, he caught sight of a familiar figure sprinting toward him.
It was Phil.
"Aiden!" Phil called out, his voice full of panic and concern. His face was drawn and tense as he rushed forward, throwing Aiden's arm over his shoulder to support him.
"Are you okay?" Phil asked urgently, glancing over him for injuries.
Aiden nodded weakly, though it clearly took effort. His skin was pale, his clothes torn, and blood stained the front of his shirt. "I'm... fine," Aiden rasped, forcing another grin. "Took a few punches... but I've had worse."
Phil shook his head in amazement, still holding Aiden up. "You shouldn't even be standing after something like that."
Aiden gave a weak chuckle. "Guess I'm just built different."
The two men started moving toward the plane together, each step quicker as they had get out of here before law enforcement gets here.
"You did it," Phil said quietly, a note of awe in his voice. "You stopped it. You saved everyone here... the people of Malta owe you their lives."
Aiden shook his head slightly. "No... it wasn't just me. You were here too. And Dr. Hall..." His voice trailed off for a moment, a rare flicker of sadness passing through his eyes. "In the end... he still played his part."
Phil glanced at him but said nothing, sensing the weight behind Aiden's words.
Aiden said: "I'm fine, but I'm afraid of this mess… it can't be solved so easily!"
"No, at least we saved ourselves, and millions of people!" Phil said earnestly.
As the two stumbled into the open night air, the fresh breeze felt like a balm against their battered bodies. High above them, the night sky stretched vast and endless, untouched by the chaos below.
Somewhere, far away, May was waiting with the plane ready for takeoff, exactly as Aiden had instructed.
But for now, as they staggered toward their salvation, Aiden allowed himself a small moment of peace.
The battle was won.
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