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Speed Villain: The Fugitive from the Stars

The dark chains around his wrists burned with a cruel, pulsating energy, a constant reminder that he was nothing but a slave. On Zypheron-5, a brutal planet ruled by warlords, Kael-X was bred for war—an experiment, a weapon, a tool. The Zypherian overlords had created him, pushing his body to its limit, granting him speed that defied light and strength that could shatter mountains.

But Kael-X was never meant to be free.

For years, he was forced to fight in the Colosseum of Zorrak, where champions from across the galaxy were pitted against him—gladiators, alien beasts, even machines designed to counter his power. None survived. He was undefeated. Yet, with every battle, he knew he was still a prisoner. A trophy killer for the Zypherian Empire.

Until one day… he ran.

The Great Escape

It was during the Blood Eclipse, when the twin moons of Zypheron aligned, momentarily disrupting the energy field of the Colosseum. The warlords never suspected that even the slightest disturbance in their technology would give Kael-X his opportunity.

With a surge of power, he shattered his restraints and ran—faster than any creature had ever moved. The guards didn’t even have time to react before he was a blur, a ghost vanishing from the arena. The city around him became a streak of neon lights and steel towers as he dashed toward the only thing that could get him off this cursed planet: The Warp Gate.

Blasting through legions of soldiers, Kael-X leapt into the glowing portal, feeling his body stretch and twist as he was hurled through the cosmos.

Arrival on Earth

He crash-landed in a place unlike any he had ever seen. Earth.

A city of towering skyscrapers, vehicles that crawled instead of flew, and people who were fragile beyond belief. They called this place New York City. He emerged from the wreckage of his impact, his body steaming from the atmospheric entry.

Within moments, sirens filled the air. Earth’s warriors—men in blue uniforms with primitive weapons—surrounded him. They shouted commands, telling him to stay down. But Kael-X had spent his life being ordered around, being chained and controlled. He wouldn’t allow it again.

He moved.

Faster than bullets, he dismantled their weapons before they could even pull the trigger. To them, he was a phantom, a force of nature. They fired at where he had been seconds ago, but he was already behind them, disarming, dodging, vanishing into the city’s shadows.

A Villain or a Hero?

News spread fast. Reports of a "super-powered fugitive" tearing through the city filled the broadcasts. People called him a menace, a threat, a villain.

Kael-X didn’t care.

All his life, he had been forced to fight, to kill for the amusement of others. Now, he was free—but the world feared him. Governments sought to capture him, scientists wanted to study him, and those in power wished to control him.

But no one would ever control him again.

He became a legend. They called him Speed Villain, the man who could outrun lightning and strike with the force of a meteor.

Some saw him as a savior—taking down criminals in the blink of an eye. Others saw him as a nightmare—a force too powerful to exist unchecked.

But Kael-X had one mission: To never be a slave again.

And anyone who tried to stop him… would learn what true speed really was.

To Be Continued…

SPEED VILLIAN:The fugitive from the stars

Kael-X stood in the center of the Colosseum, the corpse of the Titanus Beast still twitching at his feet. The chants of the crowd echoed in his ears, but he paid them no mind. His focus was on the sky—on the two red moons of Zypheron-5 that were slowly aligning.

High above, in his elevated throne, General Vorak leaned back with satisfaction. "You never disappoint, Kael-X," he mused. "Perhaps, if you continue to amuse me, I will allow you to live a little longer."

Kael-X didn't respond. He was counting the seconds.

The Blood Eclipse was rare, happening only once every ten years. And for a brief moment, the planet's energy field would destabilize, causing malfunctions in Zypherian technology—including the shackles that bound him.

The glow of his restraints flickered.

One second, he was standing in the arena. The next, he was a blur, launching himself into the Grand Throne Balcony with a shockwave that shattered stone and sent the guards flying.

Before Vorak could react, Kael-X was in front of him.

The warlord's eyes widened. "What—"

"You are not my master," Kael-X growled, his voice sharp as a blade.

Vorak's reptilian hands clawed at his grip, but it was useless. Kael-X squeezed—just enough to make him feel helpless.

Vorak's body crashed through the balcony, plummeting into the arena below. The crowd screamed, their excitement turning to fear.

Alarms blared. Soldiers swarmed from every direction.

Blazing across the Colosseum at impossible speed, he tore through the gates and into the underground tunnels. He dodged plasma blasts, tore through steel doors, and crushed guards who stood in his way.

The warp chamber was deep within Zypheron's central fortress, a place only the high-ranking warlords could access. It was his only chance to escape the planet.

Explosions rang behind him as Vorak's elite forces pursued him. They were fast—but not fast enough.

Within seconds, Kael-X reached the Warp Gate Chamber.

A massive, glowing portal pulsed in the center of the room, swirling with energy.

But standing between him and freedom was a giant mechanical warlord—the Goliath Guard, Zypheron's most powerful machine, designed to eliminate anything that tried to leave the planet without permission.

It raised a plasma hammer, aiming to crush him.

But by the time the hammer hit the ground—Kael-X was already behind it.

He punched through its metal frame, his fist shattering its core with one strike. Sparks erupted, and the machine collapsed in a heap of burning metal.

Behind him, the doors burst open as an army of guards stormed in.

Kael-X turned and ran straight into the Warp Gate.