The Annoying Kid (13)

Tamim teleported behind the car, trying to use his telekinesis to stop it. However, a sudden force blocked his powers—a spiritual barrier of some kind.

"What the...? What's the force?" Tamim muttered under his breath, momentarily thrown off.

"What was that? I can lift any object, but something stopped my power from lifting that truck," Tamim thinks, startled.

The backdoor of the truck opens, and two men slowly transform into monsters and they jump from the moving truck.

With that they started running toward Tamim.

"Holy shit…Two at once, but I'm prepared. As long as my eyes are okay, I can keep up or escape," Tamim thinks, assessing the situation.

One of them lunges, transforming into a monster.

Tamim dodges the attack and counters with a swift kick.

Teleporting behind one, he lands a solid punch on its face, staggering it.

With quick reflexes, he teleports again, targeting the second monster with another precise hit.

"Great, all my strategies from the train really worked out," Tamim says to himself, teleporting to a safe distance before they can react.

"This time, I won't let them lay a finger on me," he resolves.

Moving swiftly, Tamim launches a powerful punch at the first monster.

The second monster attempts a counter, but Tamim skillfully shifts his position, causing the monsters to collide.

"Excellent, my plan worked again," he mutters, analyzing the situation.

Both monsters charge at him, but Tamim quickly utilizes nearby trees to hold them back momentarily.

He then propels himself to the ground with force, breaking it beneath the monsters, hurling them far away.

"Where's that truck? I can't see it. Maybe it escaped," Tamim mumbles, scanning the area.

Suddenly, one of the monsters leaps forward, landing a heavy punch on Tamim. He staggers backward, and the other monster grabs him from behind, both beginning a relentless assault.

Despite taking a few hits, Tamim manages to teleport away.

"I'm not going to let you beat me again. I won't rely on anyone else to save me. I'll destroy both of you,"Tamim declares, determined to turn the tables.

Tamim sought refuge on a tree to regenerate, but one of the monsters uprooted the tree and hurled it at him.

Reacting swiftly, Tamim vaulted away, narrowly avoiding the incoming obstacle. As the other monster lunged for an attack, Tamim intercepted, striking the device on its arm.

"I know destroying this will limit your power," Tamim declared, aiming to cripple the monster's ability.

However, their combined fury led to a chaotic clash.

Dodging and weaving Tamim suddenly felt the second monster was behind him and before he could react the monster behind him grabbed Tamims eyes so that Tamim couldn't see anything.

Tamim was unable to see anything. At that moment the first monster started punching Tamims chest over and over again.

The bones of Tamims chest started to break with the attacks and Tamim was bleeding.

The monster which was holding Tamims eyes ripped off Tamims eyeball from his head and threw Tamim on the ground.

Tamim screams with pain. The first monster pressured his leg on Tamims head, crushing Tamims skull.

The other monster who was holding Tamims right leg and right hand, ripped off Tamims hand and leg from Tamims body.

With a scream Tamim became unconscious.

The monsters, convinced of their victory, notified their leader that the target might be dead.

Carrying Tamim's body, they raced toward the forest's edge.

Yet, Tamim's closed eyes suddenly glowed and his eyeball regenerated and he teleported back to the scene.

Tamims body glowed and transformed into a radiant figure, his body began to regenerate rapidly, restoring his lost limbs in a flash.

The monsters, now infuriated, attacked again.

Tamim countered with a devastating punch, causing one monster to explode into oblivion.

The other, gripped with terror, fled, but the ground clenched hands open and close again disintegrating it into dust. As Tamim's glow faded, he collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Inside a lab some people are doing a scientific experiment on a human's dead body , the human body was completely cutted in pieces.

One guy created an energy in his hand and created a hole in the space and from that some spirit came out and entered the body.

The dead body starts to heal automatically and the skin started to change into white and more white every second and slowly all the color of his body started fading away and the dead body opened his eyes with white blood coming from his eyes

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Tamim slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed. "Where am I? This isn't my house," he thought, sitting up and noticing the gaming equipment around. "The last thing I remember was being beaten by that monster."

Curious,sat up and looked at the window, he moved toward the window to assess his location.

Just as he attempted to open it, Faria's voice stopped him. "Don't open the window; it might cause trouble if someone sees you," she warned, appearing behind him with Tamim's bag.

"Oh you..Did you save me again?" Tamim inquired.

"No, it seems you defeated that monster yourself. I couldn't locate the remains properly; it was scattered everywhere. Fortunately, I found you before the police did," she explained.

"But I didn't defeat anyone; I was badly beaten by them," Tamim protested.

"Really? If that's true, then Dr. X might have somehow made one monster die ," Faria speculated.

"There were two monsters," Tamim corrected her.

"Oh, I see. So, he made one kill the other, but the bodies exploded. How is that even possible?" pondered Faria.

"He has a formula to create them, so he must have a way to control them. Probably, he makes the monsters explode to avoid exposure," Tamim theorized.

"However, Are you hungry or thirsty?" Faria asked.

"No, why? " Tamim replied.

"Alright, there's nothing I can offer you right now," Faria conceded, creating a portal and sending Tamim back to the same roof where she had teleported him before.

"As I expected, she would do that. Ah, snowfall... Wait, what time is it?" Tamim reached for his phone in his bag and discovered it was 5 am.

That Noon -

As the funeral concluded, a man stood by the grave, lost in thought. "You were always my best friend. I'll miss you, Nadik," he silently lamented. His phone suddenly rang.

"The funeral is over. Can you meet us?" a voice from the other end requested.

"Okay sir , I'm coming," Foisal replied. He left the funeral, stepped into a waiting car, and began driving. His another phone rangs displayed a name named 'Faria'.

Few Moment later, at the Bangladesh Special Security Board (BSSB):

"We lost all the Sup-13 officers. Only Foisal is alive. That's why I propose making Foisal the head of this mission," the BSSB head stated. "What do you say, Foisal?"

"I'd love to take the lead, but I don't have anyone to work with," Foisal replied.

An officer chimed in, "The whole department supports you. Choose anyone you want."

"I need a Soul Sorcerer for this mission. It's a concept involving superhumans, and only they can navigate this situation. The enemy is more powerful than we anticipated, so we must find superhumans within the country.

I also urge the government to stop viewing superhumans as problems. If you respect them, they'll assist us. I want all the incarcerated superhumans released solely for possessing powers. Can you make that happen? If so, I'll proceed; otherwise, I'll resign now."

Meanwhile, outside Tamim's house, a 14-year-old boy with black hair and brown eyes stood by the front door, wearing a black jacket.

He pressed the doorbell, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

After a few moments, the door creaked open, and Tamim appeared.

"Hey, Tamim bro! Long time no see!" the boy greeted cheerfully, his smile broadening.

Tamim's eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh, it's you. What do you want now?" His voice carried a mix of irritation and familiarity.

"Nothing much, just here to chat. You're not gonna kick me out, are you?" The boy's grin widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You know what I can do if you try, right?"

Tamim sighed, crossing his arms. "Cut the blackmail, kid. That trick doesn't work on me anymore. Now, go away."

"Not happening." The boy's expression grew smug. "I've got stronger evidence now, and let's just say... you're cooked."

Tamim raised an eyebrow. "Cooked? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're about to be defeated, or in big trouble. You know, like a cooked goose?" the boy explained, trying to sound clever.

"I couldn't care less." Tamim brushed past him, closing the door in the boy's face without another word.

As Tamim walked toward the stairs, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen. A new message from a contact labeled "Annoying Kid." He clicked on the notification, and a video began playing.

His eyes widened. In the video, he saw himself—clear as day—fighting the monster from the park a few days ago. His face was unmistakable.

"What the hell... How did he get this?" Tamim muttered in disbelief.

Another message popped up. It was another video, this time showing him, bloodied and battered, teleporting right in front of his house.

"Shit... This kid's more of a problem than I thought," he cursed under his breath.

A text followed: "Open the door or you're cooked."

With a sigh of frustration, Tamim turned back and opened the door. The boy stood there, grinning triumphantly.

"Are you serious?" Tamim's tone was sharp. "What's wrong with you, kid?"

"Nothing's wrong. Just saying, I know you're doing all this superhero stuff," the boy said as he casually strolled into the house. "You should be thanking me, actually. I was the one who taught you how to use your powers, remember?"

"I'm not doing any of that," Tamim replied, though his voice lacked conviction.

"Sure, sure," the boy said with a knowing smirk. "Anyway, I've been back from my village after half a month, and I'm ready to help out again. We're a team, after all."

"Listen, kid. I'm powerful enough now to crush you. You should be scared," Tamim warned, his eyes flashing with impatience.

"Not even a little." The boy plopped down on the sofa, completely unfazed. "I know for a fact that you won't do anything to me. I'm 101% sure of it."

"That's overconfidence. You shouldn't have so much of it." Tamim's voice lowered, his irritation growing.

The boy leaned back, crossing his arms with a smug grin. "It's not overconfidence. I know you won't touch me because, well... I'm the writer of your story."

Tamim blinked, confused. "What?"

"Just joking," the boy replied, waving his hand dismissively. " Forget it ."

Tamim narrowed his eyes. "What do you want, really?"

"I told you already—make me your sidekick," the boy said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Are you serious?" Tamim shot back, incredulous. "You're a kid and also i am not a superhero shit."

"Maybe on the outside," the boy replied, his voice taking on a slightly more serious tone. "But trust me, I know a lot more about this superpower stuff than you think. I can be useful. I understand superpowers, and that knowledge could be really helpful for you."

"Oh, really?" Tamim folded his arms, his skepticism clear. "Then tell me, how can I become stronger?"

The boy's eyes gleamed with excitement, "Now finally you're on the right track, bro."

To be continued...