monster verse:Gene Evolution

High above the Earth, where the clouds kissed the stratosphere, Alex danced with the wind.

He swooped into steep dives, then pulled up sharply, twisting into barrel rolls, relishing every moment like a child let loose in a theme park. The wind howled past his ears, tugging at his newly formed wings as he darted through cloud banks like a living missile.

"God, this is amazing."

He wanted to scream out, to yell like a skydiver with nothing to lose.

But all that came out was a deafening roar that shook the skies and startled a flock of migrating birds hundreds of meters away.

He didn't mind.

He was living the dream.

He did, however, briefly consider a strange thought—one that had haunted the back of his mind since he gained sentience in this new body. "What if I integrated human DNA?" Could he speak again? Regain his voice?

The answer was: probably.

But the cost? Unacceptable.

He didn't want a bloated brain that made him look like some lopsided lab experiment, and more importantly, killing a human to do it just felt wrong. He had drawn a line—he was a monster in body, yes—but not in soul. He would never kill humans for evolution points or their genetics.

But that didn't mean he'd take their nonsense lying down.

If the military came for him, he'd bite back.

Hard.

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Costa Rica – U.S. Naval Base

At the edge of the Pacific, within a sleek command center brimming with terminals, humming monitors, and hard-eyed officers, tension was building.

Corporal Reyes, one of the radar operators, frowned as a blip moved rapidly across the screen.

"Uh, sir?" she called out, fingers flying over her keyboard. "We've got an unidentified aerial object inbound—origin appears to be Isla Nublar."

Lieutenant Brooks stepped over, eyes narrowing. "A drone?"

Reyes shook her head. "Negative. It's too big. Moving at high altitudes, steady pattern, organic flight path—no transponder, no comms, and no IFF ping. It's fast—faster than anything we've tracked over the island before."

Alarms began to ping.

"Patch me to Masrani Global," Brooks ordered.

But the attempt failed. No response from Isla Nublar.

"Still no answer," Reyes confirmed. "Their network may be down. Power grids went offline an hour ago—we suspect from an internal security breach."

Within minutes, General Marlow, commander of the base, was summoned to the radar station. Tall, gray-haired, with creased skin that had seen war, he studied the readout with quiet dread.

"Switch to satellite imaging," he ordered.

The overhead feed stabilized, revealing a monstrous form slicing through the clouds—massive, winged, black-scaled, and gliding with terrifying grace.

Everyone stared in silence.

"Is that a dragon?" someone whispered.

Marlow didn't answer right away. Instead, he folded his arms and muttered, "First Godzilla… then those damn MUTOs… now we've got a flying armored snake-lizard thing headed toward the mainland."

Reyes looked up. "Sir, it's on course for populated territory."

Marlow nodded grimly. "Issue a level-two aerial alert. Put Raptors and Falcons on standby. But no engagement until I say so. We don't know what this thing is… but if it's like the others, shooting first might just make it angry."

Another tech piped up from the side, "Sir, we've also received intel from Monarch—there's another creature approaching San Francisco. A massive gorilla… and a mutated wolf."

The room fell quiet again.

"So it's not just one apex predator anymore," Marlow muttered. "It's a war of them, let's watch how it unfolds."

He turned back to the screen where the monstrous figure—Alex—glided effortlessly through the heavens.

"God help us all."

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San Francisco – Ground Zero

Pandemonium reigned.

The streets of San Francisco had turned into a warzone as George, the colossal albino gorilla, and Ralph, the winged wolf-like monstrosity, carved a path of destruction toward the Energyne Tower—their roars shaking the very foundations of the city. Vehicles were overturned, buildings shredded, and tanks sent flying like toys. Screams echoed as civilians fled in every direction, the chaos beyond anything the city had ever seen.

Above the fray, in a fast-moving military helicopter, Davis Okoye held a tight grip on the joystick of the helicopter , watching with growing horror at the destruction below along with Dr Kate.

"We have to get that antidote to George," he said to Dr. Kate Caldwell, his voice urgent. "So that he can help us deal with the other two, or there won't be a city left."

Kate nodded grimly, holding the briefcase containing the genetic cure. "We'll need to land at the tower to get the antidote then shut-off the signal. That signal is making them insane—until it's stopped, they won't listen to anything."

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Meanwhile – U.S. Army Field Base, Outskirts of San Francisco

Inside the command center, Colonel Blake stood stiffly with his arms folded, the light from the overhead monitors casting grim shadows across his face.

His forces—tanks, jets, drone strikes—were being steamrolled.

"Jesus… we're actually losing," a young officer muttered beside him.

Before Blake could respond, another radar tech spoke up. "Sir, we have a new reading. Unidentified bogey moving underwater. Approaching fast through the river 10miles out… possible biological."

Blake's head snapped toward the screen.

"Another one?"

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Over the Waters – Approaching the Bay

Alex soared low over the surface of the water, his vast wings kicking up columns of spray behind him. He was only a few kilometers from the mainland when it hit him.

That sound.

A pulsing, high-frequency signal that drilled into his skull like nails on a chalkboard. It wasn't just a sound—it was a vibration, an agitation that disturbed every nerve in his body.

He faltered mid-flight, wings twitching involuntarily. He plummeted for a brief moment, the ocean rushing up to meet him—but he managed to stabilize with a rough flap, skimming just above the waves.

"What the hell is that?" he growled inwardly, vision flickering with irritation. The closer he got to land, the worse it became—his enhanced senses were being overloaded.

The source was close.

Something on the mainland was sending this disruptive signal. If it affected him this badly, he could only imagine what it was doing to other creatures.

He didn't need to guess.

He could smell the chaos. The destruction. The scent of blood and smoke carried on the wind. Something—or someone—was deliberately calling monsters to San Francisco like moths to a flame.

Alex bared his teeth, eyes glowing with restrained fury.

"I'll find it… and I'll tear it down."

With a powerful beat of his wings, he surged forward—toward the city skyline silhouetted by smoke and fire.

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The wind howled past Alex's wings as he soared over the crumbling skyline of San Francisco.

Below him, the city was a warzone. Fires burned, military sirens echoed, and panicked civilians flooded evacuation routes. Buildings were torn open like tin cans, the roads shattered, and gunfire was drowned out by the roars of monsters.

Alex narrowed his eyes, scanning the chaos.

There it was—a massive tower ahead, Energyne's headquarters, with three grotesque creatures converging on it.

At the top, a white-furred gorilla, massive and snarling, pounded at a signal array with fists like battering rams. A spiked wolf, larger than a semi-truck, clawed and bit at the metal alongside it. And from the base, a colossal reptilian beast—a mutated crocodile, armored in jagged spikes—was climbing the tower. With each thunderous step, the building groaned, cracks spiderwebbing across its steel supports.

It wouldn't be long before it collapsed.

Alex banked sharply and descended, wings folding tightly against his sides. He landed with a heavy boom on a nearby skyscraper opposite the Energyne tower, his claws sinking into the concrete. His wings tucked beneath his body like massive forearms, holding his bulk in a gorilla-like stance. His long, bladed tail swayed behind him, slicing the air ominously.

He looked across the gap to the chaos, his eyes locking on the mutated trio.

Davis Okoye and Dr. Kate Caldwell, still alive, were scrambling for a half-destroyed helicopter on the crumbling tower. They had just gotten George to ingest the cure—thanks to a risky plan involving Claire Wyden, who was eaten by George along with the cure.

The tower swayed.

Then—a shadow loomed.

Davis froze, looking up as a massive silhouette darkened the rooftop. His eyes widened as the creature on the opposite tower came into view.

"A… a dragon?" Kate muttered, stunned.

The figure was nightmarish—a living wyvern, obsidian-scaled, spiked, and towering. It crouched like a gargoyle, wings folded like lethal shields, glowing eyes staring down at them with unsettling intelligence.

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U.S. Military Command – San Francisco Operations

Inside the makeshift war room, Colonel Blake stared at the drone feed, jaw slack.

"Jesus Christ… contact monarch now" he muttered.

Around him, officers fell into tense silence. The three monsters they'd come to fear—George, Ralph, and Lizzie—were still tearing the city apart. But now, there was a fourth.

Something different. Something… unnatural the situation had escalated.

"This one's not mutated from any animal in our records it's like the first of its kind," one analyst said. "Wingspan over 45 meters. Reptilian morphology. Spiked back. High muscle density… We're not even sure how it's staying airborne."

"It looks like it belongs in a damn legend," another whispered.

Colonel Blake said nothing for a long moment, then turned toward the nuclear protocol officer.

"Status on the evac?"

"Seventy-two percent complete, sir. ETA to critical threshold: twenty minutes."

Blake's voice was cold. "Prep the warhead. If that thing joins the others and we lose this city… the next one's LA."

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Back in the City

Alex watched the scene unfold, his tail curling with anticipation.

These weren't just monsters. They were contaminants—raging, unstable predators tearing through the city without restraint. He could feel the signal even now, clawing at his skull, disorienting him. He knew that tower had to go.

He didn't care what the humans thought of him. They feared him, just as they feared everything they couldn't control. But he didn't come here to kill them.

He came to stop the true threat by teaming up with George because he knew he doesn't stand a chance against Lizzie alone .sure he can win in a 1v1 but it would be a close fight but why do that when he can jump her along with George and if George turned against him...he will not be polite.

With a low growl vibrating in his throat, Alex rose to his full height. His wings unfurled slightly, catching the fading light like the blades of a guillotine.

The real fight was about to commence.

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End of Chapter.

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