The cold wind bit through the alley, and Noah stood still, his breath visible in the frosty air. His fingers tingled with an unnatural energy. The light between his fingers flickered, small but bright. He had lived with this power for as long as he could remember, hiding it from the world. He had always feared what would happen if anyone ever found out.

But tonight, he felt something shifting. His powers, the light, the telekinesis, had always been unpredictable. For years, he’d kept them under wraps, convincing himself they were nothing more than a curse. But the weight in the pit of his stomach told him that something was different now.

Footsteps echoed from the far end of the alley. His heart beat faster. He didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Marcus Kane.

He appeared from the shadows, his tall figure looming like a dark specter. Noah’s breath caught. Kane’s expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes, something that suggested this moment had been planned.

“You’ve been hiding, Noah,” Kane said, his voice smooth like he was stating a fact. “It’s time for the truth.”

Noah swallowed, his instincts screaming to run, to get away, but something kept him in place. “What truth?”

“You’ve always known, deep down,” Kane said, taking a step closer. “You’re not like the others. You never were.”

Noah shook his head, trying to suppress the unease creeping up his spine. “I’m not a freak.”

Kane smiled slightly. “No, you’re not. But you’ve always been part of something bigger.”

Noah’s fists clenched. “What do you want from me?”

Kane’s gaze sharpened, his tone colder. “I’m not asking. You’ve been chosen, Noah. You’re the key.”

“No,” Noah spat, his power flaring in his hands. “I’m not anyone’s key. Not yours.”

Kane raised an eyebrow. “You think you can fight this? You were never meant to be a part of their world. But you will be.”

Before Noah could respond, Kane’s hand flicked, and the world around him seemed to distort. His body lifted off the ground without warning, an invisible force gripping him.

“Let go!” Noah gritted through clenched teeth, his fists struggling to direct the light toward Kane, but it wasn’t enough. Kane was in control.

“You don’t have a choice anymore, Noah. This is bigger than you. You were born for this.”

The air around him seemed to thicken, and Noah could feel his power begin to drain. He was trapped in Kane’s grip, but he knew, deep down, there was something he hadn’t yet understood.

He had to escape. He had to fight back, for his longing life to not disappear in the woods...

Once Napoleon said,; You can loose a battle but it does not mean you lost the entire WAR. From the short one to the tallest, my words are for the honest. True and false, I'm gonna dans.

Noah awoke in an unfamiliar room, his head throbbing, but the sharp pain in his skull was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his mind. His limbs felt heavy, but his senses were alert. He had no idea where he was or how he got here.

Claire was sitting at a nearby table, her hands folded tightly. When she noticed him stirring, her face softened, but she didn’t move.

Noah tried to sit up, his muscles stiff, but Claire stood quickly and walked over. “You’re awake,” she said, but her tone was off—something wasn’t right.

“What happened?” Noah asked, rubbing his head as if trying to force the fog from his mind.

“You were knocked out,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not safe here.”

“Safe? From who?” Noah shot back, his voice sharp. His eyes scanned the sterile, plain room. This wasn’t where he’d been a moment ago.

Claire hesitated. “You need to know something, Noah. There’s a lot you don’t understand yet.”

Noah's pulse quickened. He had never been this vulnerable, and something about the way Claire spoke felt distant—like she was hiding something. “Tell me what’s going on.”

She sighed, walking toward the window as she stared out into the distance. “You’re not just some guy, Noah. You were never meant to have a normal life.”

He frowned, sitting up fully now, his mind racing. “What does that mean? What are you talking about?”

Claire turned around to face him, her expression unreadable. “It means you’ve been under surveillance for a long time. Marcus Kane... he’s not just some agent. He’s been watching you for a reason.”

Noah’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean? What does he want with me?”

Claire hesitated. “It’s not just him. You’re part of something. Something big. Your powers—they weren’t just random. They were designed.”

The words hit him like a punch. “Designed? What does that mean?”

She sighed. “It means you were chosen for something. You have no idea how much danger you’re in.”

Noah stood, his fists clenching. “Danger from who?”

Claire’s face softened with guilt. “From Marcus Kane. And from what you’re going to become.”

Noah felt his stomach drop. Nothing made sense anymore. His whole life had been a lie. His powers weren’t his own—they were part of some plan.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded, his voice rising.

Claire stepped closer, her expression pained. “I didn’t want you involved in this. But now, there’s no way out.”

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Where we left and now continue, going west and then perish. Close to sea breeze, filthy, uncleaned, next to the light not to be seen, next to the supper, hungry-looking, close to knowledge but not imputing.

Fully naked and tortured for, body and spirit damaged. Scratched and burned from flames, I love all the gains.

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Noah paced the small room, trying to make sense of what Claire had told him. His mind couldn’t process it all—the idea that his entire existence had been manipulated, his powers a part of some twisted design. His head hurt from thinking about it.

That night, he couldn’t stay in the room. He needed answers, and he knew that the only person who could give them to him was Marcus Kane. Claire had told him that Kane was more than just an FBI agent; he was a part of something much darker.

Noah found himself walking the empty streets of the city, the cold night air biting at his skin. His thoughts swirled as he moved through the alleyways, his power pulsing weakly in his hands. Every step seemed to take him closer to something he wasn’t ready for, but the pull was undeniable.

Suddenly, from the shadows, Kane appeared, his tall silhouette emerging as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“You’ve been searching for answers,” Kane said, his voice calm and almost rehearsed. “You’ve always known that something was off, haven’t you?”

Noah didn’t flinch. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Kane took a step closer, his face almost emotionless. “You were never meant to live a normal life, Noah. You’ve always been part of this plan.”

Noah shook his head. “I’m not your pawn.”

Kane raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have a choice. This has all been set in motion for years. You were always the key to it.”

The words hit Noah hard. He had suspected, but now he knew. He wasn’t just some accident. He was part of a much larger game.

“I don’t care about your plan,” Noah said, his hands glowing with an intense light. “I won’t be your tool.”

“You never had a choice,” Kane responded, his voice low. “You were always going to play this part. And now, the time is here.”

Noah’s body lifted off the ground, and he could feel the power coursing through him. His light shot forward, but Kane didn’t flinch. He wasn’t even fazed.

“I don’t care what you think you know, Kane,” Noah said, his voice fierce. “I’ll fight you.”

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Fugitive, exiled,

exhausted and exhausted

I'm mourning without end, without hope,

on the bright side, on sight.

That after winter comes a summer,

that we will return once,

near the hearth, near work,

on the side, ones side.

She and Dui

She and her partner, Dui, stride,

With badges gleaming, side by side.

Through shadowed halls and silent nights,

They hunt for truth, reveal the lights.

FBI, their mission clear,

Injustice trembles when they’re near.

Secrets hidden, lies that weave,

No stone unturned, no trail they leave.

Together bound by duty’s creed,

Through peril's path, they both proceed.

She and Dui, sharp and keen,

Injustice falls where they have been.

A duo strong, their legend grows,

In every case, the truth bestows.

She and her partner, Dui, known,

As FBI—justice their throne. ~~~ basta boi

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