2025-10-19 00:56:46Smoke. That was the first thing Fred tasted, bitter and electric, like burnt metal and ozone. The corridor that had been white and sterile seconds ago was now a tunnel of flickering shadows.
“Move!” Kane’s voice thundered through the haze. “Stay low!”
Fred coughed, forcing his body to crawl behind a toppled gurney. Every inch of him pulsed with that strange vibration, stronger now, louder. His palms glowed faintly through the black gloves.
“What was that?” Fred gasped.
“Hunters,” Kane said, crouching beside him. His eyes glinted with something close to excitement. “They follow resonance spikes like sharks follow blood.”
“I didn’t call anyone.”
“You didn’t have to.” Kane grabbed Fred’s collar. “You screamed through the energy field, kid. The whole city felt you wake up.”
Fred blinked. The smoke swirled, forming a silhouette, a tall, thin figure walking through the chaos, its footsteps echoing like hollow drums. “Stay down,” Kane warned.
The figure stepped into the light. Its eyes shimmered violet, veins traced with dim luminescence. It wore hospital scrubs, but its movements were too smooth, too deliberate. Fred whispered, “Is that?”
“Resonant,” Kane muttered. “But hollow. Someone drained it.”
The thing turned its head sharply toward them, sniffing the air.
“Run!” Kane barked.
Fred hesitated. “We can’t just leave everyone”
“Kid, it’s already dead!”
Kane shoved him toward the emergency exit. The hollow moved faster than thought. One blink and it was there, blocking their path, expressionless. Fred’s instincts fired. “Stay back!”
Energy surged through his body. He raised his hand, the hum roaring like a storm inside his skull. His palm flashed gold-red. The hollow lunged. Fred swung. Impact.
A shockwave erupted, throwing both of them across the hallway. The lights burst overhead. The hollow hit the wall and disintegrated into drifting ash. Fred stared at his hand. “I… killed it?”
Kane grabbed his shoulder. “You balanced it. You used both halves, heal and destroy. That’s resonance combat.”
Fred’s pulse thundered. “That’s not combat, that’s murder.”
“Look around.” Kane gestured at the ruined hall. “That thing wasn’t alive anymore. You did it a favor.”
Fred’s hands shook. “You make that sound noble.”
Kane’s tone hardened. “You want noble? Noble gets you buried. Control your power or someone else will.”
Before Fred could answer, another voice echoed from behind them. “Well said, Kane. Still teaching by fear, I see.”
Rhea Cole emerged from the smoke, coat unburned, calm as ever. Fred glared. “You, this is your fault!”
She tilted her head. “I warned you. You touched the energy without discipline.”
Kane’s jaw clenched. “He’s not your experiment, Rhea.”
“Everyone is someone’s experiment,” she replied coldly. “Especially us.”
Fred stepped between them. “You two know each other?”
Kane snorted. “Once. Different philosophies. She thinks resonance is science. I think it’s war.”
Rhea ignored him and handed Fred a small metal injector filled with translucent liquid. “You’re burning out. This will stabilize your cells.”
Fred eyed it. “What’s in it?”
“Condensed resonance serum. Synthesized from others like you. It buys time.”
Kane growled. “Don’t take that.”
Rhea’s gaze never wavered. “Do you want to live, Fred?”
He looked from one to the other, Kane’s rough certainty, Rhea’s cool logic, and felt the hum in his chest falter, wild and unstable. Fred whispered, “If I don’t?”
Rhea said softly, “Then your body collapses within the hour.”
Kane slammed a hand against the wall. “She’s lying! That stuff binds you to her Order.”
Fred’s head spun. The vibration inside him was splintering, one tone golden, the other crimson, clashing like dueling notes. Pain rippled through his ribs. “Make a choice,” Rhea urged. “Now.”
Fred’s vision blurred. The air around him shimmered, gravity bending. He fell to his knees. “I can’t”
Kane stepped forward. “You can. Focus on the sound, not the pain. You are the resonance.”
Fred squeezed his eyes shut. The hum grew deafening. Two frequencies battled inside him, life and death, creation and ruin. Rhea’s voice cut through: “Breathe, Fred. Let it flow.”
Kane shouted over her: “No! Command it!”
Something inside Fred snapped. Energy erupted, half blinding light, half consuming shadow. The shockwave hurled both mentors back.
When the dust cleared, Fred stood alone, trembling. The air crackled around him, the floor beneath his feet glowing with twin spirals, one gold, one red.
Rhea rose slowly, her expression unreadable. “He stabilized the duality. Impossible.”
Kane laughed hoarsely. “Not impossible. Untrained genius.”
Fred’s voice shook. “What did I just do?”
Rhea approached cautiously. “You resonated in perfect opposition, healing and destruction in balance. That shouldn’t be possible for a human.”
Fred looked at his hands. “Then what am I?”
Kane smirked. “A problem every Order wants to solve.”
Alarms wailed through the building, police, hospital security, sirens outside. Rhea stepped back. “They’ll be here any second. My team can extract you”
Kane cut her off. “No way. He’s coming with me.”
Fred glared at both. “You two talk like I’m property.”
“You’re not,” Rhea said evenly, “but you are dangerous.”
Kane’s grin widened. “And valuable.”
Fred’s patience cracked. “I don’t trust either of you.”
“You shouldn’t,” Rhea said.
“Good,” Kane added at the same time.
Fred took a breath, scanning the corridor for an exit. The vibration within him felt… clear now, like the world was singing in his ears.
He turned toward the broken elevator shaft. “Then I’m leaving.”
Kane frowned. “You don’t even know where to go.”
“Maybe not,” Fred said, stepping into the shadows, “but I’m done being someone’s experiment.”
The air rippled as he focused. Energy coiled around him, responding to his will. The next heartbeat was pure silence. When the smoke cleared, Fred was gone.
Rhea stared at the spot where he’d stood. “He shifted, on instinct.”
Kane wiped blood from his lip and chuckled. “Told you he’s the one.”
Rhea glared. “The one who’ll either save us or end everything.”
Kane’s grin faded. “Yeah. That’s what worries me.”
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