Kyle's POVI woke up knowing exactly who I was and what I was meant to be. Got dressed up and stepped out of the room watching the sun rise on a quiet morning It felt slightly strange at first, but it all came together.. I've always known I was destined for something more and the more I thought of it... While staring at the sunrise rise I felt energized I have purpose not just taking revenge but bringing balance to the entire world As I looked at the sunrise, I still felt fear, the one below all. She was the reason behind all this damage. She is literally a god. How do I stop her? We barely went toe-to-toe with her monsters, but going against her face is a whole different story. I have to be better. I have to get stronger... "Fist tightens." I have to be better "Kyle," cried Carter. " Walking out of the room, "Are you okay? I mean, it's not really like you to wake up this early to just watch the sunrise, and the big problem is you didn't do it with any of us. I" And s

Kyle's POV "This is the new ship we will be using—Vector 15—produced by the Star Labs comparative, owned by Derek West," Johnny said. The new ship was a bit bigger than the ones we knew or had used: more shiny, touchy control panels, more weapons, good interior design, and an engine powered by the DS AI (Derek West Artificial Intelligence)... "Why is that prick Derek giving out his latest model of engine to the military for her operations?" I asked myself, feeling disgust. "I know Derek, the West family, Star Labs... they are all behind Orion. They are all behind my mother's death." "And that prick—there's more to him, isn't he? I know he is. Like she said in my visions, the one below all... she has a herald, someone who is meant to make my life a living hell here. It's him, isn't it? It's all connected," I thought to myself. Carter noticed my facial expressions. "Are you good?" she asked. "Yh... yeah, I am. I just had a strange feeling, but it's all good now. Let's just focus

Kyle's POV "BOYAAHH... who's the best pilot? I am the best pilot—oh, yeah... it's meee... oh, yeah!" Johnny sang. "Ohhh please, Johnny... you're causing me a headache with that kind of voice," Axel replied. I looked out the window and saw a clear, beautiful view above. We'd flown above the stormy clouds. The sky was bright blue with the reflection of a yellow sun — it was so beautiful. "Great job, Johnny," I said. "Okk, so where were we? Oh yeah... it's your turn, Rush! What's your story?" Johnny asked. "Well... growing up as a Black kid with no superpowers," Rush said. "Gifts, Rush—gifts," Johnny corrected. "Well, fuck you, Johnny. They're still superpowers. Where was I... oh, yeah. Growing up as a Black kid with no SUPERPOWERS! All I had in mind, or all I've always wanted to become, was to play football," Rush said. "You mean rugby? It's rugby, you know. Wait — you really call football 'soccer' and call rugby 'football'?" Johnny said jokingly. "Well, the Americans

Kyle's POV It was a freezing cold and quiet night. We had all moved into our tents to rest. "The bed’s not that big, but it should contain both of us," Carter said while taking her clothes off. "Yeah..." I replied, staring at her as she undressed. "You know, it’s kinda cold. Although the heat machine’s on, we’re still in the middle of the North Pole. I mean, it’s like a continent of ice. You’re not planning on sleeping shirtless, are you?" I said, walking up to her. "Well, I’ve been dressed up all day, and these boobs need a little air, don’t they?" she said with a smile. "They need a little air, or they need me?" I replied. "Well, it depends... do you want them?" she teased, her hands crossing around my neck. "Is that even a question? We haven’t had any free time together for hours... and now we do. Are you literally asking if I want them?" I said to her. Then she kissed me—slowly, deeply. "You do... I want to feel your tongue on my nipples right now," she whispered. I plac

The air inside the cave was not just cold; it was a predatory cold, a stillness that felt like the held breath of some colossal beast. The jagged walls of blue ice seemed to absorb the light from their tactical flashlights, casting long, dancing shadows that twisted into monstrous shapes at the periphery of their vision. The only sounds were the crunch of their boots on the frost-rimed floor and the low, rhythmic hum that seemed to emanate from the very core of the glacier. Axel’s bionic limbs moved with a near-silent whir, her grip tight on the twin plasma-edged axes she’d nicknamed ‘Vengeance’ and ‘Retribution’. Her breath misted in the frigid air, each exhale a small, determined cloud. “You feel that?” she whispered, her voice barely disturbing the oppressive silence. “That hum. It’s not natural.” Kyle nodded, his enhanced senses on high alert. The world was a tapestry of sensory input for him. The stark white of the ice was tinged with the cool blue of anxiety radiating from Axe