Mechamorph in DC

The tension in the warehouse was suffocating. Faint groans echoed from the fallen kidnappers, mingling with the steady hum emanating from the glowing figure that had effortlessly decimated their ranks. Sophia sat frozen, her hands now free, but unable to move as her wide eyes stayed locked on the strange being before her.

The remaining two kidnappers were paralyzed with fear, their terror palpable. One of them finally gathered the courage to speak. "What the hell are you?!" he yelled, his voice cracking with a mix of defiance and panic.

The figure didn't respond. Instead, it tilted its head slightly, as though contemplating the question—or perhaps deciding whether it was worth answering. Its glowing circuits flared briefly, casting eerie patterns of light across the warehouse walls.

The second man, trembling, raised his gun. "Stay back! I'll shoot!" he barked, though his unsteady grip betrayed his desperation.

Sophia's heart clenched. She wanted to scream at him to stop, but the words caught in her throat.

In a blur of motion, the figure surged forward. The man barely had time to react before the weapon was torn from his hands and crushed with ease. A single fluid movement sent him sprawling to the ground, winded but alive.

The final kidnapper dropped his gun and threw up his hands in surrender. "I don't want any trouble! I'm done! Just… just let me go!" he pleaded, his voice shaking.

The figure paused, its glowing eye narrowing as if evaluating his words. Then, with a dismissive gesture, it stepped aside, pointing toward the exit. The man didn't hesitate; he bolted toward the door, his footsteps echoing as he fled.

But as he neared the exit, the figure moved with uncanny precision. It picked up a piece of debris and hurled it with calculated force. The projectile struck the man squarely, knocking him unconscious before he could escape. His body crumpled to the ground with a dull thud, and silence returned to the warehouse.

Sophia exhaled shakily, her chest heaving as she tried to process what had just happened. The stillness was broken only by the faint hum emanating from the figure. Her hands trembled as she pushed herself to her feet, her legs unsteady beneath her.

"W-Who… what are you?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The figure turned toward her, its glowing circuits dimming slightly. It didn't speak but took a step closer. Sophia instinctively backed away, her fear wrestling with curiosity.

They stood there for a moment, caught in a silent standoff. Meanwhile, Ethan—within the mechanical body—was spiraling.

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'What the %^& did I just do?' Ethan thought, his circuits flickering faintly as he surveyed the incapacitated kidnappers scattered across the room. Each lay unconscious, vulnerable—but alive. Relief mixed uneasily with disbelief. 'I didn't kill them… did I?'

His mind replayed the sequence: the precise movements, the fluidity of his strikes. It had felt instinctual, almost second nature. The raw power coursing through him was undeniable, yet alien. 'Is this what it means to stop being human?' he wondered, the weight of his transformation settling in.

He shifted his gaze to Sophia, who was still sitting near the chair she'd been tied to, her wide eyes fixed on him. 'What am I supposed to say to her?' he thought, his anxiety mounting. 'I've been standing here like a glowing statue of doom. She's probably terrified. I need to say something—anything.'

His gaze flicked to the kidnappers again. 'What about them? Ugh, I'll let the cops deal with it. Focus, Ethan. Don't blow this.'

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he forced himself to speak. "So, um…" he began awkwardly, his synthetic voice trembling. 

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Meanwhile;

The streets surrounding the warehouse buzzed with activity in the oppressive midday heat. Police cars and unmarked vehicles lined the block as officers and heavily armed SWAT teams advanced cautiously toward the building. Crackling radios and sharp commands filled the tense air as the situation unfolded.

Agent Cameron Chase stepped out of her SUV, briefly shielding her eyes against the harsh glare of the sun. Her sharp gaze locked onto a sleek tablet in her hands, displaying a chaotic stream of energy readings and thermal imaging relayed from DEO (Department of Extranormal Operations) command. "What's the latest?" she demanded, her voice brisk and unyielding.

An agent stepped forward, gesturing toward the warehouse. "We've confirmed multiple suspects inside, all incapacitated. No sign of the hostage or the anomaly. Energy spikes are still localized but erratic. Whatever's in there, it's off the charts." 

Chase's jaw tightened as she scanned the building, her fingers tapping the edge of the tablet. A faint shimmer radiated from the cracked windows—barely visible in the daylight, but distinctly unnatural. 

"Set up a full perimeter," she ordered, her voice cutting through the clamor. "I want an energy barrier in place now. No one enters until we stabilize whatever's inside. Containment is the priority, no matter what we're dealing with."

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A Justice League shuttle streaked through the sky, its sleek frame gleaming under the midday sun. At the controls sat Green Lantern Hal Jordan, his expression unusually grim as he adjusted the craft's course toward National City. Beside him, Superman and Wonder Woman sat in tense silence, their gazes locked on a live feed displayed on a console screen.

The video showed the chaotic scene around the warehouse: police vehicles, armed officers, and DEO agents scrambling into position. Reports of unexplained energy readings and incapacitated suspects crackled through the comms, heightening the unease in the shuttle.

"Still no confirmation on what caused this?" Superman asked, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but his furrowed brow betrayed his concern.

Hal shook his head. "Nothing definitive. DEO says it's some kind of anomaly, but the energy signature doesn't match anything we've seen before. Could be alien, meta-human, or… something else."

Wonder Woman leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied the feed. "An entire group of kidnappers rendered unconscious, yet no signs of a direct fight beyond the wreckage? It's almost… surgical."

"Whoever—or whatever—it is," Superman said, crossing his arms, "they're still in there. We need to be ready for anything."

Hal glanced at them briefly. "We'll be on-site in five minutes. Let's just hope this isn't another Metropolis-level disaster."

Superman's jaw tightened at the memory, but he said nothing. Wonder Woman placed a calming hand on his arm. "Focus on the present, Clark. Whatever is in that warehouse, we'll face it together."

The shuttle accelerated, the warehouse drawing closer with every passing second.