A Genius Morty

The air in the singularity crackled with energy as Morty and Vaxon stood facing each other, the space between them charged with a tension that was nearly unbearable. Morty could feel the power surging through his veins, but he also felt the weight of it, the delicate balance he had to maintain to keep his body from tearing itself apart. This was no ordinary battle—this was a fight where the fabric of reality itself was at stake.

Vaxon took a step forward, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're stronger than I gave you credit for, Morty. I can sense it. But strength means nothing if you don't know how to wield it."

Morty clenched his fists, feeling the energy pulse through him like a living thing. He wasn't the same person who had nearly been destroyed by Vaxon's traps. He had control now—at least, that's what he kept telling himself. His heart pounded in his chest, the scar from his previous injury throbbing faintly beneath his skin. He couldn't let fear control him. Not anymore.

"I know exactly how to wield it," Morty said, his voice low and dangerous. "And you're about to find out."

With a flick of his wrist, Morty unleashed a blast of energy, a shockwave of raw power that ripped through the space between them, distorting the air and warping the dark void of the singularity. Vaxon moved with inhuman speed, dodging the attack with effortless grace, but Morty didn't stop. He channeled more energy, his eyes narrowing as he focused, sending wave after wave of force toward Vaxon.

The singularity trembled under the weight of their clash. Space itself seemed to bend and warp with each blow, the very dimension they stood in groaning under the strain. The black void around them began to fracture, lines of shimmering light appearing in the dark like cracks in a glass dome.

Vaxon's smile never wavered, even as Morty's attacks grew stronger, more precise. He dodged each one with ease, his movements fluid and calculated. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Vaxon retaliated, launching a blast of energy so powerful that it tore through the space between them, sending Morty staggering back.

Morty barely managed to raise a shield in time, the force of Vaxon's attack slamming into him like a freight train. His knees buckled, and the energy crackled around him, threatening to overwhelm his defenses. He gritted his teeth, pushing back with all his strength, his body shaking from the effort.

"You think raw power will win this fight?" Vaxon sneered, his voice echoing through the void. "You don't understand what you're dealing with, Morty. You're a child playing with forces beyond your comprehension."

Morty growled, pushing the shield back with a surge of effort, forcing Vaxon's energy away. "I'm not a child," Morty spat. "Not anymore."

He launched himself forward, his body a blur as he closed the distance between them. This time, he didn't hold back. Morty summoned all the power he could, feeling it burn through him like wildfire, and struck out with a blast that rippled through the air, distorting everything around it.

Vaxon raised his hand, catching the blast with a barrier of his own, the energy swirling around him like a protective shell. But Morty didn't stop. He pushed harder, the energy growing more intense, more chaotic. The singularity groaned in protest, the cracks in the dimension widening as reality began to warp and twist under the strain of their battle.

Vaxon's eyes flickered with something akin to annoyance, and for the first time, Morty saw a crack in his calm demeanor. Vaxon's barrier wavered for a split second under the force of Morty's attack, but it held strong.

"You're testing the limits of this place," Vaxon said, his voice cold. "But you're testing your own limits even more."

Morty gritted his teeth, pushing harder, feeling the energy surge through him, but something was wrong. There was a pain in his chest, a familiar throbbing that echoed through his entire body. The scar from his wound burned, the energy inside him becoming harder to control.

The dimension around them continued to fracture, pieces of space breaking apart and floating away into the void like shattered glass. Morty felt the power coursing through him, but with every second that passed, the strain on his body grew worse. His limbs trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the energy slipping from his control, wild and volatile.

Vaxon saw it too. His smile returned, colder than before. "You don't know your own limits, Morty. You've barely scratched the surface of what your powers can do, but you're burning yourself out. You're fighting against forces that will tear you apart long before you reach me."

Morty's vision blurred for a moment, the pain in his chest growing sharper. He tried to push through it, tried to focus, but the more he channeled his power, the more it felt like his body was unraveling. His muscles screamed in protest, and the burning sensation in his chest spread, threatening to consume him.

Vaxon struck again, a sharp blast of energy that slammed into Morty with brutal force. Morty barely had time to react, the impact sending him flying back through the fractured void. He hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from his lungs as the pain in his chest flared.

"Morty!" Vaxon's voice echoed mockingly as he advanced. "You don't stand a chance. You're out of your depth."

Morty struggled to his feet, his body shaking with the effort. He could feel the energy inside him swirling out of control, threatening to rip him apart from the inside. The wound, the rift that Rick had closed, felt like it was reopening, the scar on his chest burning hotter with every passing second.

He clenched his fists, forcing the power back under control, trying to contain it. But it was no use. He could feel his limit approaching, the point at which his body wouldn't be able to handle the strain anymore. If he kept going like this, he wasn't sure how long he could hold it together.

Vaxon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Morty struggle. "You're a fool, Morty. You think you can fight me with raw power, but you don't even understand the forces you're wielding. You're nothing but a puppet, dancing on the strings of chaos."

Morty's heart pounded in his chest, the pain nearly unbearable now. His vision swam, but he refused to give in. He couldn't let Vaxon win. He couldn't let his family down. But he could feel it—his body was beginning to tear itself apart.

"I won't let you win," Morty growled, though his voice was weaker now, strained with the effort of keeping himself together. "I'm not giving up."

Vaxon raised an eyebrow, his expression almost pitying. "Morty, you've already lost. You just don't know it yet."

With a sudden burst of speed, Vaxon closed the distance between them, his hand glowing with the same chaotic energy that Morty had struggled to control. He struck out, and Morty barely had time to react. The impact sent a shockwave through the already crumbling dimension, the ground beneath them shattering like glass.

Morty cried out in pain as Vaxon's attack hit him square in the chest, right where the scar was. The energy ripped through him, and for a brief moment, Morty felt as if his entire body was being torn in half. His vision went white, the pain blinding, and the last thing he heard was Vaxon's cold, mocking laugh as the singularity around them began to collapse.

Then, everything went dark.

Morty wasn't sure how long he was unconscious, but when he opened his eyes, he was lying in the void, the fractured pieces of the dimension floating around him like debris from a shattered world. His body felt heavy, every muscle screaming in pain, but the most alarming thing was the silence.

The hum of power that had always been present inside him was gone, replaced by a hollow emptiness. His chest ached where the scar had been, and as he struggled to sit up, Morty realized the truth: he had reached his limit. His body had torn itself apart trying to contain the energy, and now… he had nothing left.

Vaxon stood over him, his expression cold and victorious. "I told you, Morty. You can't win."

Morty's heart sank. He had fought with everything he had, pushed himself beyond his limits—and it still hadn't been enough. Vaxon was right. He was out of his depth.

And now, he was at Vaxon's mercy.

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