The First Strike

air in the room seemed to freeze as Aryan stood facing the three figures outside his door. His heart raced in his chest, but his mind was eerily calm. He had known that this day would come, though he hadn't anticipated it would be so soon. The moment felt like a final warning, the opening gambit in a battle he hadn't chosen, but now had no choice but to fight.

The first figure, tall and imposing, stepped forward. His face was hidden behind a black mask. The man's body language spoke of intense training, every movement fluid and calculated. Aryan knew immediately that he wasn't dealing with ordinary thugs. These people were part of something far bigger—an organization that controlled genetic evolution at a scale Aryan could barely comprehend.

The second figure, a woman, was shorter but equally dangerous. Her black leather armor gleamed under the dim light of the hallway, and her eyes were sharp, glinting with a predatory edge. Aryan could feel her calculated gaze moving over him, assessing his every move, as if waiting for him to make the first mistake.

The third figure was the most unsettling. He was tall, with a body that seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light—almost otherworldly, as if his very presence disrupted the air around him. His pale blue eyes glowed faintly, betraying an inhuman quality. Aryan's stomach tightened in fear. This man wasn't just an agent—he was a genetically enhanced individual, a product of the kind of technology Aryan had only recently unlocked.

The silence between them was oppressive, thick with tension. Aryan's senses were on high alert, the hairs on his neck standing up as the gravity of the situation hit him. The moment stretched on, as if time had slowed to a crawl.

Finally, the man in the mask spoke. His voice was calm but carried an edge that made Aryan's pulse quicken.

"Aryan Kapoor," the man said, his tone cold, yet oddly familiar. "You've unlocked something that was never meant for you. The Genetic Sovereign Society has been watching you. Your evolution is... impressive. But it makes you a threat. A threat we cannot ignore."

Aryan swallowed hard, forcing his voice to stay steady. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The woman took a step closer, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "You can play the ignorant card all you want, but we know you've already begun tapping into your genetic potential. You've been marked, Aryan. And now you will answer for your recklessness."

Aryan's grip tightened on the knife in his pocket, but he kept it hidden, unwilling to reveal his hand just yet. He had no intention of letting these agents take him without a fight.

"I don't want any part of your society," Aryan said, his voice firm despite the tension in the air. "I just want to be left alone."

The man in the mask laughed softly. "You don't get to choose, kid. You're already part of something far larger than you. The genetic enhancements you've unlocked were never meant for the likes of you. You were never supposed to have access to the power you hold."

Aryan felt a surge of anger course through him. "You don't control me."

Without warning, the woman lunged forward, her movement swift and precise. Aryan barely had time to react, but his instincts kicked in. With a sharp twist of his body, he dodged her attack and retaliated, throwing a quick jab to her midsection. She staggered back, but only for a moment before recovering.

The third figure, the glowing-eyed man, stepped forward, his hands raised in a strange gesture. The air around him seemed to vibrate, and Aryan felt the temperature drop as if the very atmosphere had shifted.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be," the man said, his voice a low growl. "You're out of your depth, boy."

But Aryan was no longer just a boy. His muscles tensed as he tapped into the newfound strength within him, feeling the surge of power flowing through his veins. He wasn't the same person who had been vulnerable just days ago. He had evolved, and now it was time to see just how far that evolution would take him.

The woman moved first, launching another series of attacks with blinding speed, but Aryan was ready this time. He dodged each strike, his enhanced reflexes making him faster than he'd ever been before. The woman's eyes widened in surprise as he parried her blows, his movements fluid and unpredictable. He wasn't just fighting with his body; he was fighting with the full knowledge of his genetic potential, his mind calculating every move, every possibility.

He didn't hesitate.

He spun around and launched himself at her, his body an extension of his will, a force of nature. With a swift kick, he knocked her off balance and sent her crashing into the wall. The impact made the air shudder as she crumpled to the ground, momentarily dazed.

But the battle wasn't over.

The man with the glowing eyes moved forward, his body a blur of motion as he aimed a strike directly at Aryan's chest. Aryan's instincts screamed, and he dropped low, narrowly avoiding the attack. The man's fist connected with the concrete floor with a sickening crack, the power behind his strike sending shockwaves through the ground.

"Impressive," the glowing-eyed man hissed, clearly annoyed. "But you're not even close to being ready for what's coming next."

Aryan didn't respond. Instead, he drew upon the newfound energy pulsing through him, his body surging with power. He launched himself into the air with a precise kick, aiming for the man's exposed side. The glowing-eyed man barely had time to react before the kick landed, sending him flying backward.

The man grunted but quickly regained his balance, his eyes narrowing with newfound respect.

"Looks like we have a bit of a fight on our hands," the man said, his tone now tinged with amusement. "Fine. We'll see how long you can keep up."

Aryan's mind was racing. He had barely had time to process everything that had happened, and now he was facing the full might of the Genetic Sovereign Society. But there was something deeper at play here, something more insidious.

These agents knew too much about him—about his genetic enhancements. They were aware of his power, and yet they didn't seem afraid. That meant one thing: they weren't just coming for him because of his abilities. They had a different agenda. Something more sinister.

A chilling thought crossed Aryan's mind: What if they weren't just looking to control him? What if they wanted to destroy him before he could uncover the truth of what he had become?

He knew that he was no longer just a pawn. He was a player in a much larger game—one where the stakes were far higher than he had ever imagined. And the more he fought, the clearer it became: the Genetic Sovereign Society wasn't just a threat to his survival. They were a threat to humanity's future.