Marvel : The Carrion Communion

They thought he was harmless. They strapped him down, drugged him, dissected him. Now they’ve met the thing he became. Twelve-year-old Tristen was no soldier. No weapon. No one special. At least, that’s what the black site reports said—Subject 016: “Oracle.” No visible mutations. No confirmed psionics. Just a strange boy who whispered about the future. But when the sedation fades, and the lies fall apart, something else wakes up inside him—something gifted, not born. A voice. A system. A template. Not evolution. Performance. In a single night, the lab burns. Dozens die screaming. And Tristen vanishes. He wasn’t a mutant. He was an audience-chosen anomaly. And now, they’re watching what he’ll become next. NOTE :I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com as well under another author name "Nullscript"