How It All started (03)

Every story of a life has a beginning, but there's a subtle distinction between the story of a life and the life of the story.

A life has a start—

°°In A hospital room buzzed with a tense urgency. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sterile glow over the scene.

A woman on the bed let out a deep, guttural moan, her body strained beyond its limits. Beads of sweat clung to her pale skin, her long, damp black hair plastered against her flushed face. Her fingers tightened around the cold metal railing, knuckles stark white against the effort.

"Push! Just a little more!" The doctor's voice, calm yet insistent, echoed through the room, barely cutting through the haze of pain that engulfed her.

Her scream ripped through the silence, primal and raw, as her body convulsed with the final effort.

With a shaking breath, she bore down one last time, the agony peaking in a blinding crescendo. Every nerve in her body screamed, her muscles burning under the strain, trembling violently. Then, in a sudden release, the pressure shattered.

A piercing cry sliced through the tension, the cry of new life, fragile but fierce.°°

After a specific moment, a story reaches its Interval—

°°In a void where time and light seemed distant concepts, two figures clashed. One humanoid yet shrouded in darkness, its features indistinct, swung its fist with ruthless precision.

Each blow landed with a force that fractured reality itself, ripples spreading like cracks in a mirror.

The figure on the ground, barely visible, was pummeled relentlessly. Around them, the fabric of existence trembled and broke, pieces of reality dissolving with every strike.°°

And then there comes a moment, an possible end or in some cause it might not end , where no one knows for sure if it will end—or linger indefinitely. Yet for the story of a life, it always begins at a specific point, the moment where something stirs within, something worth telling. And if it starts, it will end—whether the life of the story does or not.

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27/02/2983

12:38 PM

A male kid with black hair and blue eyes, carrying a brown school bag and wearing a school dress ,a light gray shirt and black pants, was running.

He stopped in front of a house, opened the outer gate, and hurried toward the slightly opened main door.

As he reached the door, a gunshot shattered the silence.

The boy pushed the door open wider and saw a middle-aged man with a gun, standing amidst two dead bodies, a male lying on the ground and a female sprawled on the stairs. A maid, dressed in black, lay injured on the floor, the last bullet having struck her chest.

The middle-aged man noticed the boy and said, "Looks like someone else wants to die... Honestly, I thought you'd died that day, but you survived. I won't make the same mistake again."

He aimed his gun at the boy. As he prepared to pull the trigger, he locked eyes with the boy, who remained emotionless.

Looking into those cold blue eyes, the man's expression shifted to fear as if he had seen something creepy.

Blood began to stream from his eyes, his arm went limp, and he dropped the gun.

Hearing the clatter, the man swiftly grabbed the red bag lying next to one of the dead bodies and bolted through another door.

He jumped into the car outside, his face pale with terror, and sped away, leaving the scene behind.

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A few years later, the boy had grown into a young man(18yr old). In the bustling cityscape, his striking features were obscured by an inscrutable expression as he stood at a bicycle stand, frustration etched on his face.

Struggling with his memory, he grumbled while fiddling with his cycle's lock, muttering, "Ah, I hate this. I can't even remember the password for my own cycle's lock .

Let me think… It's not 7, it's 1. So, the password must be 81656. Agh, with this memory, how will I ever manage the university entrance exam?"

The young man had black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He wore a brown T-shirt and black jeans.

As he walked alongside his cycle , a sudden, searing pain gripped his entire being, a torment that felt like a fleeting eternity.

The pain was unbearable, making it feel as though time itself had stopped.

Gasping for breath, he collapsed to the ground, thoughts racing. "What the… ah, my body, why is it burning...from inside?

It feels like every nerve is melting with extreme heat. Am I dying?"

His veins began to glow with a white light.

"No… it's easing. The pain is subsiding. I think I'm regaining my composure."

Quickly, he recovered, his physical state returning to normal.

He was tired, and his body was steaming with white smoke as he lay on the ground recovering from pain.

"What the hell was that? It felt like my entire body was burning from within," he thought, struggling to stand.

His phone's shrill ring broke the silence.

The screen displayed the name "Fahim Debray."

He answered the call, still trying to steady himself. "Can't talk now, call me back later," he said, reaching for the end call button.

Fahim's voice crackled through the speaker. "Wait, Tamim, I've got something crucial to show you. Can you come to my house after your gym session today?"

Tamim, now upright, replied, "Did you call me just to talk about that ridiculous crystal?"

Fahim persisted, "Bro, trust me this time. No nonsense."

"I'm not in the mood to chat right now," Tamim said, ending the call.

He wiped his soiled clothes with a pink fabric and then picked up his bicycle from the ground.

Moments later, he stood in front of a door and unlocked it using a facial scan.

He walked inside, switched on the lights, and sank onto the sofa, exhaustion evident on his face.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he unlocked it with FaceUnlock and checked his notifications:

Notification 1: 8 people unfollowed you; tap to see feedback.

Notification 2: 1762 new followers; tap to see feedback.

Notification 3: Xonj's revenge attack defeated the Lenju clan, and the Conj team will be the next Supreme Nexoleader. Tap to know more.

Tamim tapped the first notification and read a comment from Samiul (a hack user).

Ganjida commented, (You can't treat your fans well. I asked for a photo, and you ignored me. That's disrespectful and offensive. I'm not your fan anymore.)

Tamim's face twisted in resentment as he read the comment.

"Ah, these brainless people," he thought.

He closed the tab, opened his music app, and searched for a song titled 'Blue Fox.'

Inserting his earphones, he thought, "Listening to music is so much better than dealing with this toxicity." After setting the earphones in place, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hours seemed to blur into day in an instant.

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Tamim woke to the persistent sound of a male voice from outside, which he could hear through the scanner connected to his phone and earphones. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was 10 a.m.

"Wait, 10 a.m.? I've been asleep this whole time? "

Tamim rose and opened the door to find Fahim standing there. Fahim was dressed in a white hoodie and black joggers, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive skin.

Fahim's relief was palpable. "Dude, I was worried sick. You weren't answering my calls." His voice carried a mix of relief and concern.

Tamim brushed it off. "Just overslept, I guess."

Fahim's concern deepened. "That's weird. Are you okay?"

Tamim feigned nonchalance. "I'm fine."

Fahim persisted, "Seriously, were you sleeping for..like, 20 hours?"

"Yeah, I suppose. I went to sleep at 2 p.m., so maybe," Tamim replied.

Fahim eyed him skeptically. "That seems fishy. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm really fine," Tamim insisted.

"Meaning you haven't eaten for 20 hours," Fahim pointed out.

"Yeah, maybe," Tamim admitted.

"Well, you're coming to my place now. You need to have lunch, and then I'll show you something amazing," Fahim said.

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That afternoon, at Fahim's house—a two-story small building—

In a small room filled with scientific equipment, Tamim and Fahim were examining a glowing stone encased in a tube made of high-intensity fire-resistant material covered by Len, the strongest metal on Earth, all protected inside a cubic glass box.

"So, when the outer layer melts, these glowing objects will be revealed?" Tamim asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fahim's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Yes, believe me. It'll be something the world has never seen."

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That evening, Tamim wandered through a supermarket after leaving Fahim's house, mulling over the rising prices of eggs. "Even with the price hike, I can't skip these." he mumbled, picking up a dozen and heading home.

Amidst the city's usual bustle, Tamim felt a strange sensation emanating from his back.

Turning around, he saw an elderly couple crossing the road, unaware of an oncoming truck speeding toward them.

The truck driver slammed on the brakes, but they failed to work.

Tamim felt an unusual pressure building in his brain. His hand moved instinctively, and the truck came to a sudden halt.

The pressure affected Tamim's body, causing the eggs he was holding to drop to the ground.

Shaken, Tamim pondered the inexplicable events. Fahim's cryptic words replayed in his mind.

The memory of their conversation in Fahims house surfaced.

"You know what happened yesterday?" Fahim had asked urgently.

Tamim, confused, responded, "What happened?"

Fahim, exasperated, replied, "You don't know?"

Tamim sighed. "I was asleep, like I told you."

Fahim hesitated before revealing, "Yesterday, millions felt unbearable pain and died. One guy on Y-Tube claimed he survived and now feels stronger. He even says he can create fire from his body, like he's become a superhuman."

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Tamim came home and he was engrossed in cooking eggs, and cutting onions in his kitchen for cooking eggs.

His mind was swirling with unanswered questions.

Lost in thought, an unexpected jolt snapped him back to reality—a knife slipped from his grasp, seemingly aiming straight for his hand.

A split second later, shock surged through him as the blade shattered upon impact, leaving his hand completely unharmed.

"What the hell...?" Tamim muttered, staring at the broken knife.

" I just bought this knife a few days ago. It was sharp as hell" he said to himself, examining his hand and saw his hand was completely fine "And how is this even possible? It broke just from hitting my hand ?"

He sat down, grabbing a water bottle beside him, tension etched across his face.

"This has to be a dream, a lucid dream or something. Maybe this is happening because I watched that movie a few days ago." Tamim thought, leaving the kitchen and sinking into the sofa.

"Fahim mentioned that some people felt pain, survived, and then..." Tamim trailed off, pulling out his phone and searching for more information.

As he scrolled, a video caught his attention.

The video showed a man seemingly creating fire from his hand.

"This has to be CGI. How can people believe something like this?" Tamim thought seeing the photo and video all over his feed.

He continued scrolling and found an uploaded news report.

In the video, a reporter stood beside the man who claimed to have superpowers.

"Now we're at Adam's house, the man who has gone viral on social media for claiming he has powers," the reporter said, moving his microphone to the guy.

"Hi, I'm Adam, and as many of you might already know," Adam said, snapping his fingers to conjure a flame. "I can do this."

"Whoa, how are you doing that? Can you explain?" the reporter asked, clearly intrigued.

As Tamim watched, he walked upstairs while drinking water from the water bottle from his hand and entered a room with a bed and a gaming PC on the desk. His eyes remained glued to the screen.

"This seems... Real," Tamim thought, his mind racing as he continued watching.

"I don't know how it happened. Yesterday, while I was in my room, I felt this nearly unbearable pain, and now I can do this," Adam explained.

But as he spoke, the flames suddenly surged out of control. Panicking, Adam tried to stop it, but the fire intensified, shooting a fire all over the place randomly and that struck the reporter directly, killing him instantly.

The video cut off abruptly.

"What the hell...?" Tamim exclaimed, sitting on the bed. "What just happened?" He scrolled through more posts, the horrifying realization dawning on him that all of this was real as he saw its official confirmation.

Suddenly, Tamim's veins began to glow again. As he stared at the eerie light spreading under his skin, he whispered, "What's happening?" But before he could utter another word, the glowing light surged through his veins, racing toward his head.

The moment it reached his head, an excruciating pain erupted in his skull. The agony was so intense that he was even unable to think.

Tamim's vision blurred instantly, as if his sight was being pulled away from him, and within moments, everything became black.

The world around him vanished into darkness. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't even scream.

His body felt numb, paralyzed, and suddenly, smoke began to rise from his skin. It filled the room, swirling around like a thick fog.

As his vision went completely dark, Tamim felt an overwhelming sensation of falling, as though the ground beneath him had disappeared.

His mind was clouded with confusion and fear, unable to comprehend what was happening.

It was as if he was plummeting into a bottomless void. In the darkness of his mind, a faint white dot appeared far in the distance, piercing through the abyss.

The pain that gripped his body suddenly stopped, and he realized he was still falling, endlessly drifting through this dark, empty space.

Everything was silent and black, except for that distant dot, which slowly grew larger as he fell closer to it.

"Where am I? What's happening to me?" Tamim's thoughts returned, racing with fear and uncertainty.

The white dot, at first so far away, was now growing closer.

But it wasn't just a dot—it was a hand, a large, luminous hand glowing white against the void. The hand stretched out toward him, as though it wanted to grab him.

"What is that? Is it trying to catch me?" Tamim wondered, instinctively raising his own hand to reach for it. But when he looked, he realized his hand was invisible.

"My hand... Where is it? I can feel it, but I can't see it," he thought, panic rising in his chest. He looked down at his body, but there was nothing—his entire body was invisible .

"What's happening to me? My body's gone, but I can still feel it," he thought as the luminous hand continued to grow, expanding and stretching toward him.

The glowing hand didn't stop to grab his outstretched hand. Instead, it grew even larger, engulfing Tamim entirely in its grasp.

The moment it touched him, he stopped falling, suspended in mid-air.

" I stopped falling "

The hand began to tighten its grip, slowly at first, but soon, the pressure became unbearable.

"Aghh... what is this? This pain... It's crushing me!" Tamim thought in terror. The hand's grip tightened further, squeezing his invisible form as though it were trying to crush him entirely.

"It's like I'm being crushed... No, it's more than that! It feels like every atom of my body is being destroyed and rebuilt over and over again," he thought, straining against the pressure.

Tamim screamed in agony as the hand squeezed him harder.

He could feel himself being compressed, like an ant caught in a giant's grasp. Summoning every ounce of strength left in him, he pushed back against the glowing hand.

His body strained under the force, but somehow, he managed to break free from its grip.

Panting, he was falling again, plummeting deeper into the abyss.

"I'm free... but I'm falling again. What is this place? This is clearly not a dream..." Tamim thought, still unable to comprehend the strange, horrifying world he was trapped in.

Before he could gather his thoughts, he saw them—more hands, identical to the one that had just grabbed him. They stretched out from every direction, infinite in number, closing in on him from all sides.

"No... no, not again!" he thought in desperation, but it was too late. The hands reached him, and this time, their grip was far worse. The pressure was immeasurable, crushing him far more intensely than before. It was as if the hands were trying to tear him apart from every direction at once.

Tamim's screams echoed through the darkness as the hands squeezed him tighter and tighter, the pain overwhelming his senses.

His mind was a blur of agony as he lost himself in the crushing void.

To be continued...