Unveiling the Truth

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.”

Quote Unquote;

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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