Marvel: A Symbiotic Life

Max opened his eyes in a foggy environment. 'Where am I?'

The surrounding was dark, then almost gibberish, and it was getting brighter. He looked at a smiling woman, that looked at him with care, holding him in her arms.

But she wasn't human, she was… aging. She saw the women as she started to grow old. And he found himself growing bigger, as time flew by with his surrounding. There was a sharp pain in his heart, as she looked at the woman, holding her hand tightly, as she lied on her bed, weak and frail.

She moved her lips, a tear dropping down her eye as she touched his cheek. "Hey… I can't understand…" Max couldn't finish his words as his surrounding changed once more.

He was on the top of a hill, and underneath was a dry red barren land, devoid of vegetation. The ground was immensely red, unnatural. He could see a few odd-shaped houses down there, all of them looked modernized, but small in number, maybe a small town. He wasn't sure And he wasn't Max either, he was someone else.

Then the scenery changed once more, this time he saw a red planet from the dark space, he saw as it got destroyed as it exploded with a massive bang. It was… it was his home.

Then he saw himself, partaking in many tests, all harsh and cruel, grinding his body to waste. And then he saw himself fighting many figures, their appearances similar to women, yellow in skin, nose, and eyes very different from humans. Whatever they were they weren't humans. But that didn't matter to him.

And then he saw himself standing over a platform, where he was praised and blessed. And he felt happy, for the first time, he felt like he accomplished something. Maybe the Crown Father was with him.

He was chosen, chosen for something great. He would now bear the powers of a Guardian, their Guardian.

Then came pain, excruciating pain, unbearable. He felt his blood boil, and bones crack. It went on for a long time, trapped in a chamber, locked in a tube. He gasped for air, it felt like an eternity, and then it stopped.

He found himself in front of a mirror yet again, and he touched his reflection. He wasn't himself anymore. Now he was different, various tubes attached to his yellow flesh, and even his face looked different. He wasn't full flesh anymore, he was half metal now. But he accepted the fate, if that meant to protect his race, then he would.

He now had a body of a giant, he was already tall, but now with his huge muscles, he was bȧrėly recognized as a Korbinite. He looked entirely different from his race, and people awed him for that.

"Wait is it…" Max couldn't finish his sentence, before his surrounding changed once more.

And he found himself as an accomplished worrier, a fighter for his race. His people adored him, he was their protector, and they were his light.

But it all ended, and darkness befell. His race was reduced to none, only he survived and the mad titan laughed at his misery.

He looked at the titan with hate, deep hate, hate, and rage of vengeance and he was pushed out from the ship, into the blazing sun. He accepted his fate until he found himself breathing. Somehow he wasn't dead, he was… he was in a pile of trash. His consciousness came and went and the next time he found himself in a lab.

Then he saw himself, get repaired, more mechanized, and used as a gladiator. Day after day, he fought and each day he was modified bit by bit. Losing his consciousness bit by bit. He wasn't himself anymore, that is how he felt.

Even though he fought each day, he couldn't find any glory in it, it was all vague. The Grandmaster promised him death if he lost a fight, but it had to be fair.

And he had his warriors pride, so he fought until it almost became a daily routine. He was just waiting his time, his time when he would perish.

And then someone did replace him, a green one. Only in the last fight did he enjoy himself, letting it all out. Going all in, but he lost.

But even though he lost, he was happy. At least he met his end as a warrior.

Now he could rest… but he was still alive, and the Grandmaster made sure of that. His body now wasn't even like how it used to be when he was modified into the supreme soldier of the Korbinite, years of battle had drawn himself to death. Now he was no more than a puppet.

Was Crown Father angry with him, angry for failing his race? Was this his punishment… maybe this was.

He found himself powered on once more, this time he was given a task. To capture someone, and he followed, he was now basically reprogrammed to do what he was ordered.

And now in present, he was meeting his end. The fight wasn't glorious, but…

But he was meeting his end here, maybe this was for the good. His body was bȧrėly holding on, he saw a hazy silhouette of a creature nearing, maybe he would give him a swift death. He closed his eyes, maybe this was his time…

But then he, Bata-Ray-Bill heard a voice, someone was calling out to him…

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