Carter's POV The days turned into weeks, and Kyle became an obsession. Not in a typical way, but in a way that gnawed at the edges of my mind, threatening to take over every waking thought. I couldn’t stop thinking about him—the way he stood in the face of danger, unflinching, the way he protected people without hesitation, even when it seemed like no one cared for him. There were times, in the dead of night, when I would catch myself replaying the look in his eyes—the look he gave me as I was dragged away from the door. It was as if he had known, deep down, that I wouldn't make it in time. That I would be just like everyone else—helpless, unwilling to fight for someone who wasn’t worth fighting for. But I wasn't helpless anymore. Not anymore. I began following him. At first, it was just a casual thing—watching him from a distance. A glance here, a glimpse there, as he walked through the halls of the school. But soon, it became more deliberate. I needed to know where he was going,

"I killed them." Kyle said, his voice firm. "Every last one of them and you know what?" "..." "I don't feel a single shred of guilt or pity for them." Kyle added looking toward the ceiling. For a moment Carter sat backwards, staring at Kyle in awe, mouth agape. Her eyes locked onto his, searching for something - remorse, justification, or perhaps a glimmer of humanity. But all she saw was a calm, unyielding determination that unsettled her. The words hung in the air like a challenge, daring her to respond. Carter's mind reeled as she tried to process the weight of Kyle's admission. She felt like she was staring at a stranger, yet the familiarity of his features only made it more jarring. As the silence stretched on, Carter's thoughts swirled with memories of the past, of Annie, of the events that had transpired. However, her surprise wasn't because Kyle killed the people back then in that room, including her friend, Annie. Well, ex-friend anyways. After all, she'd su

The word LABORATORY was boldly etched in matte black across the concrete wall of the building ahead, standing out against the pale steel-gray structure like a warning. It wasn’t welcoming—most things in this facility weren’t—but it meant he was in the right place. His half-sister, Sophie Wolfe, was almost certainly inside. And since he had questions—far too many questions—it only made sense to go to her. They hadn't spoken properly in months. Maybe longer. Their relationship was strained at best, a polite nod in corridors, the occasional terse exchange in meetings. Still, Sophie had designed the Raid Devices from scratch. If anyone could explain why his own device was behaving so... differently, it was her. But he couldn’t be too direct. That would be a mistake. Raising flags now—especially in front of Sophie—would almost certainly land him under observation. Tests. Monitoring. Maybe worse. He couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not with the way his power was evolving. His Power Type did

Nothing prepared Kyle's eyes for what they saw next. What in the name of Zeus did he just see!? Kyle thought as he was instantly taken aback by what his eyes met. Kyle's half-sister, Sophie was just shirtless!! She wore absolutely nothing underneath. No bra or whatever... her upper body was just bare! Kyle could see the outline of her bosoms from behind, as she stood with her back to him. And with what he was currently seeing, there was hardly any difference between her and the hour glass. The outline of her figure was unmistakable—graceful, balanced. He could see it all clearly, thanks to the mirrored closet in front of her Sophie was so freaking hot and Kyle could really not help but take in a few gulps as he exclaimed inwardly. What was he doing here? Sophie thought to herself. And was it just her or was he becoming hotter and more handsome every minute? Yeah, he'd changed a lot after his awakening but he was way more handsome than he had been the last time she saw him.

Kyle's POV It usually took about an hour to drive down from the Fourth Division base to Sam's apartment, which was tucked into the heart of the city. But since we didn’t take any military vehicles, Carter and I would have to get there by rail. This was because getting to the city by rail was more faster and convenient—though we'd however, have to take a taxi down to the train station first, which wasn't too far out from the base. Traveling by train was faster and more discreet. The rail system had become the backbone of inter-district movement, especially since the Portals began appearing. Still, it meant first grabbing a taxi to the station outside the base perimeter. It was not far, but was just enough to be annoying. Due to random and constant appearance of Portals all over the country, majority of the state roads are either destroyed and under repairs or out of commission. Some highways were barricaded, others crumbled into overgrowth and silence. The Division had rerout