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XGO CHAPTER 17
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 10:38:15 +0000 UTCAs Alex regained some stability from his concussion, his head throbbed mercilessly. The tranquilizer Fury had used was wearing off, but its effects still lingered, clouding his thoughts. Memories flickered through his mind—Fury arriving at Xavier's School, their argument , and then the sting of the dart.
"Not... fair," he mumbled, fumbling for the Omnitrix on his wrist. His vision remained too blurry to see which alien he'd selected, but it didn't matter. "Nobody... keeps me... Caged..."
He slammed his palm down on the device without looking. The familiar blue transformation light enveloped him, washing the infirmary room of Xavier's School in its ethereal glow. Alex felt himself shrink, his perspective shifting as the bed beneath him suddenly seemed enormous.
The blanket that had covered him now felt like a suffocating tent. With a growl of frustration, he threw it off, revealing his new blue form—compact and koala-like, but unmistakably alien. His large ears twitched at every sound while two antenna-like appendages protruded from his head. Six retractable spines ran down his back, ( i am confused how many there are and google is not helping) flexing with each movement. His oversized black eyes, adapted for night vision, gleamed with intelligence and wounded pride.
"Chaos regains," he snarled, his voice now a gravelly rumble that barely resembled his human speech.
Stitch rubbed his clawed hands together, a vindictive grin spreading across his face. He hopped off the bed, landing with surprising grace for his stocky build. Testing his limbs, he found them powerful despite the lingering effects of the tranquilizer.
"Fury thinks he's so smart," Stitch muttered to himself, his speech pattern choppy and guttural. "Leave Stitch behind Caged? Big mistake."
He scuttled to the window, peering outside at the manicured grounds of Xavier's School. Several students were visible in the distance, but none close enough to spot the small blue alien now plotting his escape. Using his claws, he easily climbed down the exterior wall, stopping occasionally to test the air with his sensitive nose.
Stitch tracked Fury's scent across the grounds, staying low in the bushes whenever someone passed nearby. The trail led him to a landing pad where he'd last seen the Quinjet. Finding it gone only intensified his determination.
"Not gone," he growled to himself. "Just need to follow."
His enhanced hearing picked up a conversation between two security personnel discussing Fury's departure.
"Back to the Helicarrier?" one asked.
"Yeah, with Coulson piloting. The director seemed in a hurry after that business with the kid."
Stitch's mouth curled into a predatory smile. He knew where to go now.
Using his incredible strength and agility, Stitch made his way to a smaller aircraft hangar where Xavier kept emergency vehicles. Breaking in was child's play for him—the security systems might challenge humans, but for Stitch's unique abilities, they were merely an amusing obstacle.
Within minutes, he'd hotwired a small stealth craft, his clawed fingers moving with surprising dexterity across the controls. The craft lifted off with minimal noise, its cloaking systems engaging as Stitch programmed in the Helicarrier's last known coordinates .
"Fury thinks tranquilizer stops me?" he chuckled darkly to himself as the school grounds disappeared below him. "Stupid."
Hours later, his patience was rewarded when the massive silhouette of the Helicarrier appeared on the horizon. Stitch's ears perked forward as he spotted Fury's Quinjet already docked on the landing pad. Perfect—both his targets were there.
He brought his stolen craft in low, using its stealth capabilities to avoid detection until the last possible moment. Once he was close enough, he abandoned subtlety. He disengaged the cloaking and aimed straight for Fury's Quinjet.
Alarms immediately blared across the Helicarrier as defense systems detected the approaching craft.
"Unidentified aircraft, you have entered restricted airspace. Identify yourself immediately," came the command over the radio.
Stitch ignored it, instead accelerating toward his target. His small craft collided with the Quinjet's rear section, not hard enough to destroy either vehicle but sufficient to trigger every alarm on board.
He crawled from the wreckage, seemingly unharmed by the impact. Two nearby technicians froze in shock at the sight of the small blue creature emerging from smoking debris.
"Boo," Stitch growled, before pouncing on them. He left them tied together with their own belts, conscious but immobilized, as he scurried toward the Quinjet's entry ramp.
Inside, he found Agent Coulson performing post-flight checks while Fury conferred with another agent near the cockpit.
"Security breach on the landing deck," a voice announced over the intercom. "All personnel on alert."
Fury's head snapped up. "What now?"
Before anyone could respond, Stitch launched himself from the shadows, bouncing off walls to build momentum before slamming into Coulson. The agent barely had time to register the attack before sharp claws pinned his shoulders to his seat.
"Remember me?" Stitch snarled, his ears flattening against his head menacingly.
Recognition dawned on Coulson's face. "The kid from Xavier's? How—"
Stitch didn't let him finish. he struck Coulson's temple—hard enough to render him unconscious . The agent slumped in his seat as Stitch turned his attention to Fury.
The director had already drawn his weapon, his single eye widening in recognition. "Alex? How the hell did you get here?"
"Not Alex now," Stitch replied, his voice a menacing growl. "You tranquilize me? Leave me behind? Big mistake."
He moved with unnatural speed, dodging Fury's first shot before ricocheting off the bulkhead. His body seemed to defy physics as he twisted in mid-air, avoiding a second shot before landing directly on Fury's chest. The impact knocked the director backward as Stitch's claws dug into his tactical vest.
"You think you can cage me? Drug me?" Stitch's face was inches from Fury's, his breath hot and his teeth gleaming. "You think there are no consequences?"
From somewhere on his compact body, Stitch produced a device he'd assembled during his journey—a crude but effective electrical prod fashioned from components stolen from Xavier's lab.
Fury's eye widened just before Stitch pressed it against his ribs. "Let me show you how it feels,You wanna be batman" the alien growled.
Electricity coursed through Fury's body. The director went rigid, a strangled sound escaping his throat as Stitch held the prod in place—long enough to cause excruciating pain . When he finally pulled it away, Fury gasped for breath, his body trembling involuntarily.
"That was just beginning," Stitch whispered, leaning close to Fury's ear. "Stitch very creative with punishment."
Before Fury could recover, Stitch shocked him again—longer this time, watching with detached fascination as the man's body convulsed. When he released the button, Fury collapsed to his knees, barely conscious.
The commotion had attracted attention. Stitch's sensitive ears picked up the sound of booted feet running toward the Quinjet. With a final menacing growl, he grabbed Fury by the collar, lifting the much larger man with surprising strength.
"Next time you mess with me," he snarled, "it will be a lot worse. Much, much worse."
For emphasis, he delivered one final shock, shorter but more intense than the others. As Fury collapsed, Stitch bounded back to the cockpit and hit the engine ignition.
The Quinjet's systems roared to life under his clawed fingers. With reckless abandon, he piloted the craft straight toward the Helicarrier's bridge, veering away at the last second in a maneuver that sent personnel diving for cover. He brought the Quinjet down in a controlled crash on the main deck, the impact sending sparks flying as metal screamed against metal.
As armed agents surrounded the damaged aircraft, weapons trained on every possible exit, Stitch remained inside just long enough to ensure his message was received. Through the cockpit window, he made eye contact with the ranking officer, giving him a toothy grin before disappearing deeper into the aircraft.
Smoke billowed from the Quinjet's damaged sections.
