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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

Every major news station was flooded with breaking reports. Videos of the crater in the city played on loop—blurry footage capturing the moment a silver-skinned figure emerged from the impact zone, only to vanish in a sonic boom.

The people who had witnessed it firsthand couldn't explain what they had seen.

"It wasn't human," one man stammered on live TV. "It just… disappeared."

"I saw him!" a woman shouted. "His hair was covering his face, but—he wasn't like us! He was—he was something else!"

Within hours, governments across the world declared a global emergency.

The United States military, the United Nations, and even secretive organizations hidden from the public eye scrambled to figure out what had just landed on Earth. Scientists speculated about extraterrestrial origins. Conspiracy theorists ranted about alien invasion.

This being was too powerful to be ignored.

And if it wasn't contained, it could destroy everything.

Kael-X moved through the streets like a shadow, his speed keeping him hidden. His long, messy silver hair fell over his eyes as he ducked into an alleyway, avoiding the floodlights of search helicopters hovering above.

His body was still adjusting to this planet. The air tasted different. The sounds were sharper. He could hear everything—heartbeats, voices, footsteps, even the electrical hum of streetlights.

He glanced at his reflection in a cracked window. His skin was still metallic silver, but it had dimmed slightly since arriving. He wasn't sure why. His strength was still there. His speed was still beyond anything these creatures could comprehend.

The sudden wail of sirens snapped him from his thoughts.

He turned. Dozens of police vehicles had converged just a few streets away. Soldiers in black armor stepped out, holding weapons that were primitive compared to Zypherian technology—but deadly to this planet's inhabitants.

And in the center of it all was a man in a black tactical suit, stepping out of a heavily armored truck. He was different from the others.

His posture was relaxed. Confident.

Kael-X's lips curled into a smirk. He stepped forward, walking straight into the street.

Gasps erupted as the silver-skinned figure emerged from the darkness.

His hair covered his eyes, casting a shadow over his face. His presence alone made the soldiers freeze.

A voice crackled over the loudspeaker.

The moment his foot hit the ground, a shockwave exploded outward. He shot forward like lightning, weaving between bullets before they even left the barrels. His hand wrapped around the first soldier's throat, lifting him like he weighed nothing.

Gunfire rang out, but Kael-X was already behind the second soldier. A swift punch to the spine sent the man crashing into a police vehicle so hard it caved inward like tin foil.

The battlefield descended into panic.

The man in the black suit didn't move. He simply raised a device to his ear and spoke:

"Target is hostile. I repeat, target is hostile. Send in the Specialists."

Kael-X paused, narrowing his eyes. The way this man spoke—it wasn't fearful like the others. It was calculated.

"Let's see what you've got, human."

The Manhunt Begins