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Evan stood amidst the newly reformed world that had once been undone, now a surreal landscape stretched before him. Time had unraveled around him, tangling into an untangible knot, leaving everything suspended in a frozen limbo. The air was thick, oppressive, and caressing his skin like a suffocating shroud. It felt profoundly strange -stagnant, as though the universe had exhaled and forgotten to inhale again.
He felt an unease creep into the corners of his mind as Evan's gaze met Agent Clark, who stood with his arm outstretched, mouth caught in a silent scream. The agent's fury was palpable, his face contorted in a grimace that betrayed the urgency of his futile order. Evan could almost hear the words that would never escape, the tension in the man's body frozen like a marionette caught mid-performance. This moment, a stolen snapshot of chaos hung heavy in the air.
Across the wreckage of Kyra's house, now a shattered painting of destruction, Evan's heart skipped a beat. Flames, once lively dancers, hung motionless-a surreal tableau of flickering orange and red. Their fiery tendrils crawling up splintered beams without consuming them. Embers hung in the air like dying stars, trapped in a slow descent, while smoke billowed with unnatural rigidity, curling in on itself like frozen waves.
And then his gaze landed on the agent diving to stop him reaching M63, his body hovering inches above the ground, face planted on the edge of the now dull cosmic comet. Limbs contorted in a grotesque dance of shock. Evan exhaled sharply; his breath was the only thing moving in this eerie stillness, a reminder of the life still throbbing within him.
A flicker of understanding once again ignited within him, a familiar realization that sent his heart racing faster. This wasn't a natural phenomenon. This wasn't an external force.
This was him.
His heart pounded with a realization of equal parts awe and shock. He had done this. He had stopped time itself.
KYRA!
The thought sliced through that haze of bewilderment, grounding him in a sudden urgency. His stomach twisted, and without wasting another second, he bolted toward the house.
As soon as he stepped through the threshold, he was met by a thick wall of smoke. But unlike any other smoke, this fog was solid. It didn't swirl or shift. It was an immovable barrier, thick and unwilling to yield. He reached out instinctively, pressing his hand against it, and felt an unsettling resistance. As if he were trying to push through a wall of dense fog turned to glass.
"What the hell," he muttered, frustration bubbling up as he pressed harder. His instincts screamed at him to shove through, to keep moving. He gritted his teeth, steeling himself for the absurd challenge ahead. With determination, he plunged forward, parting the unnatural curtain inch by inch, his breath growing shallower with each agonizing moment.
When he burst into the kitchen, the sight before him almost stole the breath from his lungs. There she was Kyra, lying on the floor, serene in her stillness. She was so peaceful, so unnervingly still.
His pulse hammered like a war drum as he dropped to his knees beside her, reverently brushing a trembling hand against her cheek. The feeling of worry consuming him crashed into the tempest of emotions threatening to overwhelm his senses. But time was of the essence, or was it really? At any rate, he had to get her out of here.
Sliding an arm beneath her, he lifted her, but she felt ... wrong. Rigid, weightless, like holding a helium balloon on the verge of floating away. Panic clawed at his chest, a chill creeping down his spine as he adjusted his hold. Something was deeply off.
As he carried her toward the exit, a shift in the air startled him. It wavered, like ripples across a pond, the very fabric of existence bending beneath the weight of an unseen force.
His force
Panic flared in his chest as the world warped around him. His breath hitched; the realization settled like a stone in his gut. It was reacting to him. Tied to his thoughts, his emotions, specifically his very subconscious.
The need for control crashed over him in an overwhelming tide. "Stop," he whispered, desperation lacing his voice. "I impose a limit. My subconscious will not dictate this anymore; I have to consciously choose to use my power."
The world shuddered violently, then settled back into an eerie stillness.
Evan swallowed hard, hands tightening around Kyra's form. The revelation weighed heavily, drenched in an unsettling sense of responsibility.
His power wasn't just some passive force. It obeyed him. It feared him.
Steeling himself, he stepped outside, his gaze locking onto Clark's frozen figure, his gut twisting with a mix of anger and dread. His thoughts spiraled dangerously.
What if I just let my imagination go wild? What if I wanted to make him suffer?
Images flared in his mind, an unsettling tapestry of violence. The agent being torn apart, limb from limb, reduced to nothing more than suspended gore. The moment that thought took shape, it happened. The reality echoed his darkest fantasies.
Clark's body shredded into pieces, each severed limb hanging in mid-air, tendons still attached like grotesque strings, a gruesome display of what Evan's mind could manifest. Blood droplets hovered, suspended like a macabre rain, the horror of what he had conjured washing over him.
His stomach lurched; he felt a wave of nausea rise threateningly.
Oh God.
He squeezed his eyes shut, panic clawing at his throat, a visceral reminder of the power he wielded. Forcing himself to reverse the horrifying scene, his heart raced as Clark's body snapped back together as if woven back by an invisible hand. It was as if nothing had ever transpired, yet the weight of what he could do pressed heavily on Evan's soul.
Breathing raggedly, he felt the tremors of fear ripple through his body. This power, it was dangerous. Utterly unpredictable. It could turn on Kyra. The thought alone made his skin crawl.
Shoving aside the panic gnawing at him, he forced himself to articulate the truth of his abilities.
"My power will only work if I verbally command it."
Taking a deep breath, he gathered his focus like a warrior preparing for battle. He mentally willed himself to fly. Nothing happened. No unnatural shift; the solid ground beneath his feet embraced him.
Relief washed over him. Brief, yet vital. "Okay..." should be good now."
Yet a heavy question loomed: where to go next?
He walked past the frozen officers, moving through the blockade Clark had set up. Beyond them, a cluster of onlookers was caught mid-reaction, their eyes locked in a frozen blink, some caught in half-spoken conversations that would never be finished.
I can't stay here, urgency propelling him onward. He needed shelter somewhere to think and regroup.
As he navigated the chaos of his surroundings, his eyes fell upon a hotel-a beacon of normalcy amid the madness. He steeled himself, moving toward the entrance, but hesitation gripped him as he paused at the threshold.
How am I supposed to do this? The enormity of his situation hit him with fresh force. If he unpaused time now, he would reappear with Kyra, unconscious in his arms-an immediate spectacle that would not go unnoticed. Anxiety twisted in his gut.
His mind raced through possibilities. Maybe I could make her invisible? No-that would make it look like I was carrying an invisible body.
A wild, absurd notion crept into his thoughts then, so outlandish it was almost laughable. What if she was... a suitcase?
His mouth went dry at the thought-a frantic, fleeting idea that seemed more ludicrous the longer he considered it. But... it could work. Disguising her limp form as mundane luggage would draw far less attention.
"Turn Kyra into a temporary suitcase until I get to my room. Once there, she'll return to normal," he instructed, the words feeling heavy yet empowering.
In an instant, the transformation occurred. The body he was carrying vanished, and in its place was a sleek black suitcase. Evan's breath hitched, an unsettling mix of disbelief and urgency coursing through him as he picked it up. The suitcase felt ordinary, entirely unremarkable beneath his fingers.
Jesus Christ, he thought, wiping a shaking hand down his face, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
Taking a steadying breath, he murmured, "Start time again."
The world jolted back to life, the street bustling with renewed energy. The hum of streetlights returned; distant voices filled the air with chatter, and the familiar sounds of life resumed as if nothing had ever been frozen. He paused, disbelief swirling within him.
A passerby ambled by, animatedly chatting on the phone. "Yeah, did you hear? There was an asteroid that touched down here. I'm gonna check it out." The man's gaze flicked to Evan, hesitating for just a moment before sidestepping him-clearly sensing something amiss.
Evan's heart raced, a wave of self-consciousness sweeping over him. shaking it off, he went inside. He had a mission to complete and couldn't let anyone distract him. As he entered the hotel, the plush lobby enveloped him with its opulent décor
"Ugh, can I help you?" the front desk representative asked, her tone professional but laced with curiosity.
"Yeah, I need a room. Now," he replied, trying to sound urgent but composed.
He watched her, mind racing through a million thoughts at the speed of light.
Evan's heart raced, a new wave of self-consciousness sweeping over him. He suddenly became acutely aware of how he looked.
I FORGOT IM ONLY IN MY BOXERS
"I..ugh," Evan stammers, his face turning a crimson red.
"I can't believe I'm even-and you know what?" the representative suddenly said, trying to mask her surprise. "For a hotel in this area, you'd think we'd get a lot of interesting customers, but this is a first."
"Yeah, I don't make a habit of this," he replied, forcing a grin that felt strained. "What's your fastest room? I need to -"
"Umm, yea," she said, glancing at the computer. After a moment, she looked him up and down before adding, "It'll be $350 a night."
Evan felt a cold wave hit him, realizing he hadn't brought his wallet. He blinked, patting his thighs, and his heart sank further as he fully grasped his situation. He could feel the scrutiny of the front desk representative's gaze, her doubt evident.
In a moment of desperation, he focused. He had the power to manifest things, but with the block he placed on his abilities, he needed to verbalize his actions. Swallowing hard, he declared, "I am handing you my credit card to pay."
The representative blinked, taken aback by his peculiar phrasing. "Um... okay?" Her eyebrows knitted together, confusion evident on her face. "But do you actually -"
In a flash, a sleek credit card materialized in his hand. Even as he awkwardly extended it towards her, he could sense her reluctance. "I promise," he added, trying to sound more confident, "I really am handing it to you right now."
Her expression shifted to one of bemusement, as if she were trying to process why anyone would announce their actions like that. "Right... you don't really have to say it out loud," she said, still flustered but slowly reaching for the card.
"I know it sounds strange," Evan admitted, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "I just... didn't expect to need it."
"Okay, well. This is a hotel. You know, a place where you pay... for rooms." she said, taking the card and briefly inspecting it before swiping it through the machine. After a tense moment, a beep confirmed approval. "Alright, Room 303. breakfast starts at 8:00." she said, handing back the key card. "But you need to, um, switch into something less... beach-like for breakfast, okay?"
Evan took the card, a mix of relief and embarrassment flooding over him. "Yeah, yeah, definitely." He headed towards the elevator, the pressure mounting in his chest. With every step, he couldn't shake the feeling that he might have drawn too much attention in his current state and made too big of a scene. What if word got around and the agents found him before he was ready?
As the elevator doors slid shut, he leaned against the wall, heart racing. What if someone recognized him? What if they leaked his whereabouts? Staring at his reflection, the panic clashed with determination. He needed to figure everything out and fast.
When the doors opened on the third floor, he stepped off, heading straight for his room. With a sigh, he glanced at the crumpled key card in his hand he pushed open the door to room 303.
Opening the door, he's stunned by what he sees.
Evan pushed the door open, a wave of exquisite opulence washing over him. He could scarcely believe his eyes as he stepped inside, gaping at the lavish hotel room that lay before him. Rich, deep hues drenched the walls, the kind of color that whispered "money" in hushed tones. Thick carpets caressed his feet like a plush embrace, while soft golden light flickered from ornate sconces, casting elegant shadows that danced around the room.
"holy fuckin' shit, this is why It was $350 a night! I'm practically paying rent at a penthouse!" he chuckled, taking in the extravagant king-sized bed draped with sumptuous linens that promised an inviting escape. A sleek, modern sofa sat adjacent, paired with a glass coffee table that sparkled as if the sun itself had taken a shine to it.
Evan tossed the suitcase beside the bed with a heavy heart, acutely aware of the gravity of what he'd just done.
SHIT, KYRA!
As it hit the ground with a thud, morphing back into her human form, still unconscious from the chloroform.
He knelt beside her, glancing at her peaceful face and sighing in relief-at least she was okay for now. "I really need to be careful," he murmured to himself, feeling the weight of his powers pressing down on him. Picking kyra uo and placing her on the bed, he knew he needed to master them, and fast. But deep inside, he felt a flicker of absurdity.
"Let's test this out."
He said firmly, focusing on the simple potted plant on the dresser. "Revive!" he called out, his voice steady. He watched intently as the leaves perked up dramatically, revitalized beyond recognition. "Nice! I didn't even break a sweat!" he whispered, stifling a grin at the unexpected success.
He glanced around, spotting the lamp that had been flickering. "Brighten!" he exclaimed, a little too excited. The bulb flared to life, shining brilliantly, nearly overpowering him. "Whoa! I better tone it down next time!" he laughed dryly, adjusting his gaze away from the glare.
Next, he thought about testing his physical strength. "Lift!" he declared. In an instant, muscles surged, and he felt like he could lift anything. Excitedly, he flexed. Regaining his composure, he reverted back to his normal build.
Feeling encouraged, he prepared for the next test. "Fashion change!" he stated boldly, picturing himself in a stylish outfit. In an instant, he found himself clad in a skin-tight, glamorous dress that hugged every curve, complete with high heels that lifted him several inches off the ground. He blinked in shock as he caught his reflection in the mirror, his jaw dropping slightly.
"Whoa! This isn't quite what I had in mind!" he exclaimed."
Evan shook his head, chuckling at the absurdity of it all. "I guess I really need to be more specific with my commands."
With a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk, he cautiously navigated the room in his new attire, ankles buckling from the high heels. "Alright, let's dial this back," he said, waving his hand a bit dramatically. "Casual mens wear, please!"
In an instant, he was back in his comfortable clothes, relieved and a bit embarrassed. "That's better!
Evan took a moment to reflect on the constraints he had placed on his abilities. He felt restricted by the need to articulate every desire precisely, and it was becoming clear that this limitation was holding him back. "What if I could simply think of what I want, without having to be so specific?" he mused aloud.
Concentrating, he envisioned a scenario where he could combine both thought and speech-imagining an item in great detail, but only needing to verbalize its general term. "Let's change the rules of the game," he declared, his voice steady. He focused on the essence of his power and imagined a soft glow surrounding him, as if amplifying his intent.
"I want a way to express my desires more freely," he said, envisioning himself commanding his powers with ease. "How about I can picture something in my mind, and I only need to say a keyword to bring it to life?"
With a burst of energy, he felt a shift in how his powers operated. It was as if the barriers he had built around his abilities began to dissolve.
"Alright, let's just try to avoid turning her into a-lamp next," he said, sheepishly glancing at kyra.
Taking a deep breath, he settled onto the edge of the bed, his mind racing. With powers this immense, he knew it wasn't just about practicing; it was a lesson in responsibility. He looked back at Kyra, hoping he was blooming within him. "Wake up soon, Kyra. We need to figure this out together." He needed her by his side to help navigate the chaos threatening to unfold.
Evan sat on the edge of the hotel bed, the faint hum of the television filling the dimly lit room. The news was on, a steady stream of speculation surrounding the strange comet that had recently entered Earth's orbit. The newscaster's voice cut through the haze of his thoughts.
"In a bizarre turn of events, eyewitnesses reported that the comet may have caused a house fire in the Oakwood neighborhood last night. Fortunately, authorities confirm that no one was home at the time, and there have been no injuries," the anchor stated, displaying an image of the smoldering ruins.
Evan felt a pang of dread as he recognized the locale. "Just another comet," he muttered, a sense of foreboding settling over him. How could they be so naive? The whispers of the shadow government haunted him-M63 was more than just a celestial body.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft moan from Kyra, her peaceful form beside him a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind. Just as he leaned closer she suddenly bolted upright, her eyes wide and filled with terror, Evan's heart raced. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME CREEP!" she screamed, her voice piercing the thick atmosphere of the room.
Taken aback, Evan froze, his heart pounding. It was clear she wasn't responding to him; she was still trapped in the lingering grasp of her trauma, the horrors of her recent captivity clawing at her mind.
"BABE! It's me, it's Evan," he urged, trying to ease her panic. "You're safe. You're with me." He reached out gently, but hesitated, wary of her fragile state.
"Evan? Where are we?" she asked, her voice shaky and laced with panic.
He took a breath, trying to keep his own anxiety in check. "You're safe, Kyra. We're in a hotel."
"What happened?" she pressed, looking around as if trying to piece together her fractured memories.
"They knocked you out and set your house on fire," he explained gently, his expression somber. "I got to you just in time."
Kyra's face blanched as the reality of his words sank in. "My house... it's burned down? Her voice trembled, and her hands shook as she processed the news.
"I can only imagine how awful this is for you."
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend what she had lost. "All my things... my memories... gone," she whispered, panic beginning to swell within her. "WHAT THE FUCK IN GOING ON EVAN?!?"
"SHHH!! or we'll get kicked out" ... evan sighed "Kyra," Evan said softly, reaching out to take her hand. "I know it's devastating, but I promise, we'll figure this out together. We need to focus on what's next"
She shook her head, trying to process his words. "I remember darkness... I thought I was dead."
Evan shifted closer. "I know that was terrifying. But we're together now, and I won't let anything happen to you. We need to figure out what their plans are."
Kyra's frantic expression softened slightly as she locked her gaze onto his. "But the comet... N16 or something? What happened to it? Why is the news acting so nonchalantly about it?"
"it's what they want everyone to believe," Evan said, feeling the weight of the truth crawl into the conversation. "But there's something more going on. M63 is what they're calling it, and I fear there'sso much more we dont know."
Kyra's breath quickened again, but Evan squeezed her hand firmly, grounding her. "I promise I'll protect you. We'll get through this together. Just keep your focus on me."
As her breathing steadied with his reassurance, Kyra nodded slowly. "What do we do now?"
"First, we have to collect ourselves," Evan said, taking a deep breath. "But there's something I need to tell you."
Kyra looked at him, concerned. "What is it?"
"It's about M63. When you were knocked out and I was stuck, I tried to jump over it, and get to you... but i wasn't able to and I grazed M63. And now... I think I have... superpowers," he said, his voice low.
Kyra furrowed her brow, skeptical. "Now's not the time for jokes, Evan."
"I'm serious," he insisted, urgency in his tone. "I can stop time and even bring plants back to life. Something changed, and I don't know what to make of it."
Evan shook his head lightly. "I don't think you want to see that."
" i'm not in the mood for jokes Evan," she replied, frustration creeping in.
"Look, I'll show you," he said, his expression shifting. He focused, thinking about a big duffel bag full of money. He speaks, "money" Suddenly, it appeared next to her with a soft thud.
Kyra's eyes went wide, and she openly gasped. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?...? Wha...HOW?!?"
"I told you not to freak out," Evan said, trying to keep his tone calm, yet he felt the rush of adrenaline.
"So now you have the power to make money?"
Evan shook his head lightly. "It's more than that. Like I said, I stopped time and made a plant come back to life. It seems my power has no bounds. Like... I can do anything."
He focused for a moment, conjuring a thought of something he loved. Suddenly, a slice of chocolate cake appeared beside her. But not just a normal slice-literally the best chocolate cake in the universe.
"What in the actual fuck...?" Kyra exclaimed, her voice rising in shock as the cake materialized.
"Here, try it," he said, grinning with excitement. "It's literally the best tasting chocolate cake in the universe."
She hesitated for just a moment, but trusting took a bite. The moment the flavor hit her tongue, her eyes widened in disbelief, pupils dilating. She began to moan loudly, her body starting to shiver uncontrollably.
"Oh my fucking goooood!" she exclaimed, rolling around on the bed, the cake smeared all over herself and the sheets, lost in pure ecstasy. "This is... fucking amazing ugh!"
Evan chuckled, watching her delight. "Told you! It's out of this world, right?"
"It's the best thing I've ever tasted oh my god!" Kyra cried, her voice muffled through mouthfuls of chocolate cake. "I can't... I can't stop!"
She continued rolling, laughter and joy filling the room as the delicious dessert transformed the moment into pure bliss.
"Okay, okay, maybe just a little less cake on the bed!" Evan laughed, trying to regain a sense of normalcy amid the chaos.
Just as the laughter echoed in the room, a sudden
BANG BANG BANG
resounded from the door, each knock more violent than the last.
Evan froze, the joyous atmosphere shattered in an instant. Adrenaline surged through him as he looked at the door in shock and fear. He could feel the weight of their situation pressing down on him.
Meanwhile, Kyra was still lost in the joy of the chocolate cake, writhing on the bed with pure ecstasy, her laughter filling the air.
"Evan!" she shouted, barely registering the disturbance. "This cake is fucking-"
But he couldn't focus on her words; the thought of agents waiting outside the door made him tremble. They found them, already?
Stepping closer to the door, with every ounce of courage he could muster, he reached for the handle. The knocking continued, loud and demanding, echoing like a warning in his mind.
With a deep breath, he slowly opened the door, ready to face whatever lay on the other side.
As he pulled it ajar, a rush of cold air swept over him. The tension hung thick in the space between them and whatever was outside, a silent battle between dread and uncertainty.
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