2023-04-15 20:07:53"That insufferable gym teacher," Lucius muttered under his breath as he found himself seated in a dimly lit interrogation room.
The space was cramped—a squalid square barely two meters in length and width—its only illumination a single, flickering bulb suspended above two opposing chairs. The air carried the stale scent of sweat and disinfectant.
"You were absent from class when the incident occurred, were you not?" the interrogating officer asked, his voice laced with suspicion. He was a man of average build, his most distinguishing feature a thin, curved mustache that twitched as he spoke. His rank suggested he held little authority within the precinct.
"Indeed, I was," Lucius replied, his tone indifferent. His breathing remained steady, betraying no trace of unease despite the gravity of the interrogation.
"Son, I know you’re searching for an alibi. You likely have a story prepared. But I want the truth—where are those missing students?"
"I haven’t the slightest idea," Lucius dismissed with a shrug, his amusement at the officer’s frustration growing by the second. "I pay little mind to such matters."
The officer leaned forward, his expression darkening. "You realize this could carry the death penalty?"
"Could it?"
"Lucius Eugan—an orphan surviving on government handouts, with no family to speak for him." The officer’s tone turned mocking. "Do you truly believe this defiance will serve you well?"
Lucius’s gaze sharpened. "What does my family situation have to do with this?"
"The connection is obvious. A child without parents is prone to a life of crime. You’re nothing but a drain on this nation."
Lucius’s lips curled into a smirk. "At least I rely on government support, unlike the parasites who exploit it."
The officer’s face flushed. "You dare insult me?"
Lucius merely scratched his chin, unfazed. "Let me guess—you’re following that gym teacher’s orders, aren’t you?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about. What gym teacher?"
"Ah, your mind must be as small as your mustache," Lucius taunted.
The officer’s finger jabbed toward Lucius’s face. "Boy, watch your tongue. Do you know what leads to an early grave? A reckless mouth."
"Sound advice."
The officer’s patience snapped. "Damn brat!"
Lucius, however, remained composed. "If we’re finished here, may I leave?"
A silent nod was his only response.
"Get out," the officer growled. "And ensure I never see you again—or your skull will be nothing but pulp."
"More sound advice," Lucius remarked, rising from his chair.
The iron door groaned as it swung open, and Lucius stepped forward—only for the officer to seize the moment.
"Ah, but I never dismissed you officially," the man sneered. "You left without permission. You know what that means? I’m well within my rights to handle you as I see fit."
Lucius turned slowly, his expression unreadable. "So this was a trap?"
The officer’s grin was predatory. "All the evidence is on my side. You left without orders. That’s guilt—and it justifies my response."
Lucius’s eyes flickered with realization. "Ah. You never recorded our conversation, did you?"
"Of course not. And you were foolish enough to assume otherwise." The officer’s laughter was unhinged, bouncing off the walls like a deranged echo. The prospect of inflicting pain had been a long-awaited pleasure.
"Now, I’ll break a few of your bones, you little rat," he hissed, cracking his knuckles as he advanced.
The air split with the sound of a swift punch aimed at Lucius’s jaw.
But Lucius was no ordinary boy.
With a fluid sidestep, he let the officer’s fist meet empty air. The man staggered, disbelief contorting his features.
"Is that the best you can do?" Lucius taunted before driving a brutal knee into the officer’s abdomen.
The impact sent the man reeling, his body folding in on itself as agony twisted his face. He retched violently, his stomach convulsing as if desperate to expel its contents.
"Not feeling so powerful now, are we?" Lucius pressed, closing the distance.
The officer gasped between waves of pain. "You—you want to wage war against the government?"
Lucius’s foot came down hard on the man’s toes, crushing bone beneath his heel.
"Crunch."
The officer screamed as Lucius methodically stomped, reducing his toes to a bloody ruin.
"Did you ask if I kidnapped those students?" Lucius’s voice was calm, almost conversational. "No. I didn’t kidnap them. I killed them."
Before the officer could react, Lucius pivoted and delivered a devastating kick to his neck.
"Crack."
The officer’s neck snapped like dry kindling. His severed head rolled across the floor, followed by the collapse of his lifeless body.
"Freeze!"
Armed guards stormed the room, rifles trained on Lucius, who raised his hands in mock surrender. Shackles clamped around his wrists as reinforcements secured him.
"We’ve apprehended the suspect," one officer reported over the radio. "He exhibits supernatural abilities."
Lucius smirked, as if the chaos unfolded precisely as he had planned.
"This is only the beginning," he murmured. "That system will soon be mine."
A black hood was forced over his head before he could say more, heavy chains binding his neck and torso. He was now a high-risk detainee.
"Transport him to the secret detention facility," a voice ordered over the comms.
The officers dragged him away.
"Take him," the voice added. "He’ll make an excellent test subject."
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