From Royalty to Rebellion: A Man’s Vengeance Forged in the Cold Flames

We open to a man sitting on the edge of a cliff leaning on a sakura tree overlooking a large lake that reflected the sunset. When we look closer to the man he turned to the reader then did a small wave." well hello reader's or watchers depending if I get my movie or not. Anyway you maybe wondering who i am well for the last century i've been called Jinx targeryen yea like the house from a song of ice and fire i met old george back in the 70's and saved his life then named the most badass house after me. Now you maybe who i am since you never heard of me but the beginning is way to long for the author to right with his lazy ass bu-" the man was interrupted when he looked up and saw a meteor heading towards him. 

" jesus christ! I'm sorry but come on, you're drinking a milkshake while writing this!" he yelled and the meteor turned into thousands of crows before disappearing not before spelling "your right". "Yea i know jeez that guy is lazy but gotta appreciate him since he gave me his name after all the bullshit….oh you want to know what that bull shit is well let me give you a about 2 paragraph summary then where gonna do a doctor who and your not gonna see for a while beside you'll see details of my backstory thought anyway" Jinx said then pulled out his iphone 14 he pulled out of pants.

"Born in the late 1800s, amidst the chilling era of Jack the Ripper, my origin story begins with a twist fitting for a dramatic novel. Picture this: my father, a member of the esteemed House of Romanov, dared to defy convention by falling in love with a British tourist. Their forbidden romance was on the brink of escape when the patriarch of our family, my grandfather, intervened.Jeez this author can't make a backstory interesting, probably going to reshape my words with a.i but whatever…. The fucker already did didn't he?.My arrival into this world bore a heavy toll—a cost paid with the life of my mother, a woman I never had the chance to know. Yet, her presence lingered, not in the trite cliché of being "in my heart," but in the tangible relics she left behind: a delicate snowflake-adorned panjas bracelet and the memory of my original name, Jeanyx Romanov. This lone gift from my grief-stricken father on my fourth birthday became a poignant reminder of what I had lost.Life, it seemed, had little mercy for me. From a young age, I bore the brunt of my father's grief-fueled neglect, enduring beatings from a man whose pain drowned him in alcohol. Bruises became a familiar companion, marking my skin as evidence of a childhood steeped in suffering. Yet, amidst the pain, there flickered a glimmer of resilience within me—an innate strength that set me apart from others.Despite my physical prowess, I remained passive, a naïve soul yearning for a father's love that would never come. Instead of seeking solace in my strength, I buried myself in the pursuit of knowledge and skill. Languages, art, and the art of combat became my refuge, a sanctuary from the turmoil of my home life. But even as I honed my talents, I found myself falling short of the unattainable love I craved.

At the dawn of my adulthood, I made a bold decision—to escape the suffocating confines of my upbringing. With resolve burning bright within me, I enlisted in the military, eager for the adventure that awaited beyond the horizon. In the ranks, I excelled, my strength and adaptability earning me praise as an exceptional soldier. Some whispered of me as the perfect assassin, a shadow unseen yet ever lethal.As the world plunged into the chaos of World War I, I found myself amidst the fray, eight years deep into my military career. Yet, amid the chaos of battle, a blemish appeared on my record—a rare failure that shattered the illusion of my invincibility. Well that all i've been given so i guess that's where we start.Also some parts of my origin story is missed out but you'll probably find out later. But anyway hope you have a fun ride on reading or seeing the fucked up journy of my life" Jinx said then brought a joint before lighting it and smoking it as the scene cuts to another. 

(date- 05/20/1915)

We open to see an armed truck carrying nine soldiers through a grassy plain. We get a close-up of the Russian soldiers gearing up, but one looks more uneasy than the rest, which their commander notices.

Jinx: "Почему ты нервничаешь, молодой человек?" (Why are you nervous, young one?)

The young soldier looks up, startled by Jinx's attention.

Soldier: "Извините, сэр. Просто... у меня плохое предчувствие." (Sorry, sir. It's just... I have a bad feeling.)

Jinx narrows his eyes, leaning closer to the soldier.

Jinx: "Плохое предчувствие?" (A bad feeling?)

Soldier: "Да, что-то не так. Я чувствую это." (Yes, something's wrong. I can feel it.)

Jinx smirks, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

Jinx: "Иногда эти предчувствия бывают правильными. Держись рядом со мной, и, может быть, мы оба выживем в этом хаосе." (Sometimes those feelings are right. Stick close to me, and maybe we'll both survive this chaos.)

The truck rumbles on, the tension palpable among the soldiers as they prepare for whatever lies ahead. The camera pans out, capturing the vast, ominous expanse of the grassy plain as the sun sets, casting long shadows over the landscape.

Jinx: "Let's see where this ride takes us."

The armed truck finally stops in front of an abandoned building, its walls scarred by the ravages of war. Jinx signals to his team, and they move in swiftly, executing their mission with precision. Enemy soldiers appear, but they are no match for Jinx's highly trained unit. The Russians advance floor by floor, each encounter a deadly dance that ends with the enemy falling, their bullets never finding their marks on Jinx's men.

As they reach the top floor, a tense silence fills the air. They push open the door to a large, dark room. At its center, a single leather chair is illuminated by a solitary beam of light. In it sits a man, an English commander, calmly reading a book, a cigar smoldering between his fingers.

Jinx steps forward, his voice cold and commanding. "Surrender."

The commander takes a drag on his cigar, then snaps his fingers. From the shadows, five soldiers emerge, weapons ready. But Jinx's men are faster, their reflexes honed to perfection. Shots ring out in a deadly symphony, and in the blink of an eye, the enemy soldiers lie dead. Only three of Jinx's men remain standing, including the young, nervous soldier from the truck. The commander, still alive, sits unflinching, the cigar now resting on his lips.

Jinx's eyes narrow. "Why are you not afraid?" he asks in English.

The commander exhales a plume of smoke and replies, "Why would I fear the inevitable?"

Jinx nods in agreement. "I agree." In a swift motion, he draws his all-black 1911 and shoots the commander in the head, the body slumping lifelessly in the chair.

Before Jinx can turn around, he feels the cold steel of his own backup 1911 pressed against his neck. He spins to see his right-hand man, James, holding the gun to the young soldier's head.

"Killing him wasn't part of our orders, Jinx," James says in Russian, his voice steady but his eyes filled with conflict.

"A man who doesn't fear death won't submit to torture," Jinx replies, his voice equally calm.

James opens his mouth to protest, but Jinx cuts him off. "Lower the gun."

"No," James says firmly, his grip tightening.

Jinx's eyes harden. "I thought I told you good soldiers follow orders."

Before James can retort, Jinx pulls the trigger of his own gun, sending a bullet straight into James's head. James fires reflexively, his bullet hitting the young soldier in the lower abdomen. Blood pours from the wound, soaking the floor.

Jinx rushes to the fallen soldier's side, inspecting the damage. The boy's kidneys and pelvis are shattered. He looks up at the young soldier's wide, pain-filled eyes. The soldier's breath comes in ragged gasps.

"I'm sorry," Jinx whispers, pointing his gun at the boy's head. He pulls the trigger, ending the soldier's suffering with a single, merciful shot.

Standing in the dark room, surrounded by the fallen, Jinx holsters his weapon and takes a deep breath. The mission is complete, but the cost has been high. He turns and walks towards the exit, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on his shoulders.The scene shifts to Jinx returning to base and submitting his reports, only to be immediately arrested. But Jinx doesn't go quietly. In a whirlwind of action, he uses the materials in the office as weapons, swiftly incapacitating ten soldiers before he's finally detained. Shackled and surrounded, he's taken to a place worse than the Gulag—a desolate island prison known as the Red Lake, where the Russian government hides its most dangerous prisoners.

For a year, Jinx languishes in the depths of the prison, enduring hardship and isolation. It's in this grim place that he encounters Doctor Ivan, a mysterious figure who offers him a chance at freedom. When Jinx asks what he must do, all Doctor Ivan says is to determine if he has potential.

Their conversation is tense, with Jinx arguing that he's fine with dying rather than submitting to whatever experimentation awaits. But Doctor Ivan remains cryptic, insisting that Jinx will understand soon enough.

Soon, Jinx finds himself escorted to a lab on the island, where a pool of water occupies the center. Above it hangs a metal table, surrounded by a dozen officials. Jinx is strapped onto the table, a breathing mask secured over his face, as Doctor Ivan activates the injectors containing a mysterious black liquid.

As the liquid flows into his veins, Jinx's skin begins to darken, his eyes turning a deep purple, and his hair transforming into shimmering white crystals. Black tears stream down his face as the transformation continues, his entire being seemingly infused with this enigmatic substance.

But as the last of the liquid leaves the injectors, a disturbing change occurs. Jinx's skin pales, and blood starts to seep from the injection points, but it's not the usual crimson hue—it's pitch black, a dark omen of what's to come. Unbeknownst to the observers, the gems on Jinx's panjas bracelet, which his captors couldn't remove, begin to glow red, pulsating with an otherworldly power that shocks Jinx's veins.

The room falls silent as the transformation reaches its climax, leaving Jinx in an altered state, his very essence changed by the mysterious liquid. And as he lies there, a new chapter of his story begins, one filled with uncertainty and untold power.

When the official looked at the black tub they saw that the liquid was turing slimy and looked moldy then three mold tendrils shot out pool and attached itself on three guards that was around the room and sucked them into the pool and everyone can see one of the guards tried to escape but only a hand got up before more tendrils grab the hand and dragged it back down. The next thing that popped out was 3 clawed hands as three 7 foot tall blacked monster that looked made out of some molded vines but one of guards was unlucky and was to close and chopped down and bit his throat down then after a couple more seconds they threw him into the pool. After the guard was thrown into the pool the shock went of and the guards aimed and fired at the creatures but they were durable and started walking towards the guards and the officials tried to leave but 5 tendrils come out of the pool and touched the doors and spread the mold and covered the door and part of the wall trapping everyone in the lab. The officials look in horror as the black liquid in the tub begins to morph, turning slimy and moldy. Suddenly, three moldy tendrils shoot out from the pool, attaching themselves to three guards stationed around the room. With terrifying speed, the tendrils drag the struggling guards into the pool. One guard manages to get a hand up, but more tendrils quickly seize it, pulling him back down into the darkness.

A tense silence fills the lab until the surface of the pool is broken by three clawed hands. Rising from the depths are three seven-foot-tall monsters, their bodies composed of black, twisted, moldy vines. One of the guards, too close to react, is immediately attacked. The creature bites into his throat, severing it with brutal efficiency, before tossing the lifeless body back into the pool.

Panic ensues as the guards open fire, their bullets seeming to have little effect on the durable monsters. The creatures advance, unperturbed by the gunfire. The officials scramble for the exits, but five more tendrils erupt from the pool, spreading mold across the doors and walls, sealing everyone inside.

Doctor Ivan, who had been overseeing the procedure, steps back in shock. "What have we unleashed?" he mutters under his breath.

The creatures, now fully emerged from the pool, start to close in on the remaining guards and officials. Their movements are both unnervingly fluid and monstrous, each step spreading more of the mold that seems to thrive on the very structure of the lab.

A pale hand with veins as black as night emerges from the mold, gripping the side of the pool. Another hand follows, and Jinx lifts himself out, his appearance drastically altered. While Jinx had always had a somewhat feminine look, he now appeared almost entirely female, save for his manhood. His curves were just right, giving him an ethereal and unnerving beauty. His veins, once visible and black, recede beneath his pale skin, but his most striking features are his bright purple eyes and his crystal-like white hair.

Jinx surveys the room, his gaze locking onto the gallery where the officials and Doctor Ivan stand in shocked silence. With a wave of his hand, three more molded monsters rise from the mold near the exits. The soldiers, panicking, open fire on the creatures, but their bullets are ineffective.

In a swift, fluid motion, Jinx shoots a tendril from his hand, ensnaring a soldier and dragging him into the pool. Tendrils wrap around the soldier, pulling him deeper into the mold until he fully merges with it, becoming part of the nightmarish landscape.

Doctor Ivan, eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity, steps forward, attempting to assert control. "Jinx, stop this madness! You don't understand what you're doing!"

Jinx turns his bright purple gaze on Ivan, his expression unreadable. "Oh, I understand perfectly, Doctor," he replies, his voice a haunting blend of his former self and something darker. "This is just the beginning."

The creatures continue their relentless advance, and the officials, realizing the futility of their situation, huddle together, their faces pale with terror. The mold spreads further, the walls of the lab groaning under the strain of the unnatural growth.

"Please, Jinx," one of the officials pleads, "we can find a way to reverse this. Just stop the creatures!"

Jinx laughs, a chilling sound that echoes through the lab. "Reverse it? Why would I want to do that? This power... it's mine now."

With another wave of his hand, the creatures halt, their blank, molded faces turning towards Jinx as if awaiting his next command. The room is filled with a tense silence, the only sound the faint dripping of water and the crackle of spreading mold.

Jinx steps forward, the monsters parting to allow him passage. "Consider this a demonstration," he says, his voice calm but carrying an underlying threat. "I am no longer your prisoner. I am something far greater."

Before leaving, Jinx pauses and extends his arms back towards the pool. The remaining black liquid begins to quiver and then flows rapidly into Jinx, absorbed into his veins. His power visibly surges, the veins on his arms pulsing darkly.

As Jinx moves towards the door, the mold retracts just enough to let him pass. The officials and remaining guards, too terrified to stop him, can only watch as he leaves the lab, his monstrous entourage following obediently behind.

Once outside the lab, Jinx snaps his fingers. The molded monsters turn back towards the trapped officials and guards. "Enjoy your dinner," Jinx says coldly. The creatures immediately set upon the remaining humans, their screams quickly drowned out by the wet sounds of tearing flesh and the relentless advance of the mold.

Jinx continues his stride through the prison, his control over the mold spreading rapidly. The once formidable walls and cells are consumed, the mold merging with and devouring every inmate and guard in its path. The entire structure of the prison groans under the strain of the invasive growth.

Finally, as Jinx reaches the main gates, he turns and raises his hand one last time. The prison, now entirely engulfed in the mold, begins to collapse in on itself. With a deafening roar, the structure falls, the mold absorbing everything within its reach. As the dust settles, Jinx stands amidst the rubble, the mold receding into him, leaving no trace of the horrific events that had transpired.

Jinx takes a deep breath, feeling the power coursing through him, and smiles. The world is a new canvas, and he holds the brush. A darker orange one a

once he escapes the prison he looks his bracelet his mother left him and concentrated on the power from that red glow and after a couple of minutes the gems that was always white turned bright red and memories came to him and in the beginning their was only six things that looked like energy or more like huge stars with different color that being red, purple, yellow, orange, green, and blue and they were floating around at what i can think at fast speeds but then a bright light blinded me but i can still see clearly and i saw the most beautiful sight i ever saw as i saw giant spirals move away from the beginning spot but those 6 stars turned into small stones but what shocked me was that some the energy from the explosion mixed with the energy from the stones turned into stones also with their was a pure black one, one with a lighter blue the the orginal, along with a darker red.

Once Jinx escapes the prison, he looks at the bracelet his mother left him and concentrates on the red glow he saw during the experiment. After a few minutes, the gems that had always been white turn bright red, and a flood of memories rushes into his mind.

In the beginning, there were six entities, each resembling massive stars of different colors: red, purple, yellow, orange, green, and blue. They floated around at unimaginable speeds, creating a mesmerizing cosmic dance. Then, a blinding light enveloped everything, but Jinx could still see clearly. He witnessed a spectacular event as giant spirals emerged from a central point. The six stars transformed into small stones, each retaining their distinct colors. To his shock, energy from the explosion mixed with that of the stones, creating additional stones: a pure black one, a lighter blue one, and a darker red one.

The vision shifted, revealing information about a colossal robot. With a mere wave of its hand, it transformed a volcanic landscape into a lush, beautiful grass field. Jinx then saw memories of two beings, referred to as Celestials, discussing the stones. They called the red one the Reality Stone, one of six stones forged from six singularities that existed before the Big Bang. These singularities were transformed into stones by the cosmic explosion, each stone possessing incredible power. The other stones represented Space, Power, Mind, Time, and Soul, and they were scattered throughout the universe.

The memories ended abruptly, returning Jinx to the present at the ruins of the prison. Concentrating on the newfound power, he focused on a nearby boulder. After an hour of continuous testing, he discovered his ability to alter reality on a small scale: transforming matter, turning butterflies into bubbles, and other minor changes. These feats, however, drained significant amounts of energy.

Another memory surfaced, this time of a dark elf performing a ritual that transformed the Reality Stone into a liquid. The scene shifted to a group of warriors, clad in golden armor resembling Vikings, bursting in and battling the dark elves. Time fast-forwarded to reveal the leader of these warriors, whom Jinx now recognized as Asgardians, locking the Reality Stone away between two floating boulders, sealing it with powerful magic.

The memories shifted once again, but this time the surroundings remained the same. There stood a singular figure, a woman of breathtaking beauty. What immediately caught Jinx's attention were the panjas bracelets adorning her hands. As she reached out towards him, Jinx watched in awe as the red liquid rushed towards the bracelets, being absorbed into them. However, the woman seemed to be in pain, her face contorting with agony as the gems glowed a bright red hue.

Suddenly, something shocking occurred. The woman's skin began to peel away, emitting steam, until all that remained was her skull. Then, in a burst of flames, she was reborn anew.

The memories came to an end, leaving Jinx in tears. For the first time, he had glimpsed his own mother, whom he had never seen or known anything about. The realization overwhelmed him with a flood of emotions.

Gathering himself, Jinx finally left the prison behind. With his newfound abilities, he transformed a nearby tree into a rowboat and conjured molded creatures to row the boat. As he set sail, his mind buzzed with questions and a newfound determination to uncover the truth about his past and the mysterious powers he now possessed.

Years passed, and Jinx became a legendary figure known worldwide. Upon reaching the mainland, he immediately sought out battlefields, gathering bodies to fuel his molded creatures. He became a mythic presence, appearing in no man's land and striking fear into the hearts of soldiers, especially those aligned with the Axis powers. His mere presence caused enemy forces to retreat in terror.

However, on July 16, 1918, Jinx received shocking news of the execution of the royal family—his own family. Though he had never known them, he felt a sense of duty to intervene, but he arrived too late. In the basement, he witnessed armed men mercilessly gunning down innocent babies, men, women, and children. A surge of rage and sorrow engulfed him as he realized the extent of the tragedy.

His emotions erupted into a physical transformation. His face contorted, his skin fell away, and his skull became visible, bathed in dark purple flames. The armed men, initially planning to shoot him, hesitated as they beheld this horrifying sight.

Jinx stood amidst the chaos, a spectral figure of vengeance and retribution. His heart burned with a newfound purpose—to avenge his family and protect the innocent from such atrocities. With flames blazing and determination coursing through him, he prepared to unleash his wrath upon those responsible for the senseless slaughter.

As the armed men hesitated at the sight of Jinx's terrifying transformation, he wasted no time in springing into action. With a roar of fury, he charged forward, flames trailing behind him like a sinister aura.

The first assailant lunged with a bayonet, but Jinx sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. With a swift motion, he grabbed the soldier's rifle, wrenching it from his grasp and swinging it with lethal force. The weapon connected with a sickening crunch, sending the attacker crashing to the ground.

Meanwhile, the other armed men recovered from their initial shock and unleashed a barrage of gunfire. Bullets whizzed past Jinx, but he moved with preternatural speed, dodging and weaving between the deadly projectiles. With each step, his dark flames grew brighter, casting an eerie glow over the blood-soaked battlefield.

Engulfed in his wrathful fury, Jinx became a whirlwind of destruction. He disarmed attackers with bone-shattering blows, incapacitating them with brutal efficiency. His molded creatures joined the fray, tearing through the enemy ranks with savage ferocity.

The odds seemed overwhelming as more armed men poured into the fray, their weapons aimed squarely at Jinx. But he refused to yield, his resolve unyielding as he fought tooth and nail against the relentless onslaught.

In a stunning display of power, Jinx unleashed his reality-warping abilities. He manipulated the very fabric of existence, twisting space and time to his advantage. Enemies found themselves trapped in impossible labyrinths or ensnared by vines that sprouted from the earth at his command.

As the battle raged on, Jinx's adversaries began to falter, their ranks thinning under the onslaught of his wrath. With each fallen foe, his flames burned brighter, fueled by the righteous fury that consumed him.

In the end, only a handful of adversaries remained standing, their resolve shaken by the unstoppable force that stood before them. With a final, thunderous roar, Jinx unleashed a devastating wave of energy, engulfing his remaining enemies in a maelstrom of dark fire and shattered reality.

As the echoes of battle faded, Jinx stood alone amidst the carnage, his chest heaving with exertion. Though bloodied and battered, he remained undefeated, a lone avenger against the darkness that threatened to consume the world.

As Jinx stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, his dark flames gradually subsided, leaving him in his human form once more. He glanced down at his transformed body, a mixture of awe and resignation in his gaze. Summoning a dark fireball, he played with it for a moment before letting it dissipate, the flames flickering out of existence.

Turning his attention to the corpses of his family, he felt a twinge of remorse, though not for their deaths. He had never known them, but the loss of yet another potential family weighed heavily on his soul. With a heavy sigh, he pushed aside the emotions, focusing instead on the lone survivor amidst the carnage.

Approaching the wounded man, Jinx reverted to his human form, his expression inscrutable. As the man looked up at him with fear and disbelief, Jinx spoke, his voice calm yet tinged with an underlying edge of menace.

"I will leave one man alive to tell the tale," he declared, his words carrying a weight of finality.

With that, Jinx turned and left the mansion, the echoes of his footsteps fading into the night.

In the years that followed, Jinx carved out a reputation for himself as a mercenary and assassin for hire. He became the go-to person for those seeking to eliminate their enemies with ruthless efficiency. Along the way, he crossed paths with Logan and Victor Creed, engaging in epic battles that tested his skills and resolve.

One such encounter led to a fierce confrontation between Jinx, Logan, and Victor. Amidst the chaos of battle, Jinx unleashed his molded creatures, using them to gain the upper hand against his adversaries. Though the fight was intense, Jinx emerged victorious, his mastery over his abilities proving to be a decisive advantage.

Following the battle, a newfound respect blossomed between the three warriors. They shared war stories and tales of their exploits, forging a bond born of mutual respect and understanding.

Years later, in the bustling streets of New York, Jinx stumbled upon a group of thugs attacking a young man. Without hesitation, he intervened, unleashing his hellfire and molded tendrils to dispatch the assailants with deadly precision.

Turning to aid the young man, Jinx asked for his name. The skinny, battered figure looked up with gratitude and replied, "Steve Rogers."

And thus, in that moment, the paths of two extraordinary individuals converged, setting the stage for a destiny that would shape the course of history.