Carol Danvers takes to cosmic policing like a fist to a jaw — brash, swaggering, and quick to use violence to enforce the law. At first it looks like confidence, even charm. But soon the thrill of brutal beatings consumes her, and every mission pushes her deeper into sadism. As bodies pile up, whispers spread of something unnatural behind her eyes — a force that might be driving her from within. Is she a cop gone rogue, or a puppet for something older and darker?
The descent spirals into a nightmare of carnage, Carol twisting from supercop to homicidal maniac. But just when all hope seems lost, a flicker of her old self emerges — jovial, almost innocent, as if whatever had hold of her finally let go. That fragile moment doesn’t last. A squad of Nova Corps enforcers arrives, ordered to bring her in alive but hungry for blood, and they descend on her like thugs. Driven by their own sick lust for violence, they gang up and beat her to death in the dirt.
The galaxy thinks the threat is over. But the horror lingers: Was she ever really free in the end? Or did the thing inside her win, even in death?
