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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

Wrecked cars, shattered glass, and unconscious soldiers littered the area. Kael-X stood in the center, his head tilted slightly downward, his long silver hair covering his eyes. His expression was unreadable—neither anger nor amusement.

The man in the black tactical suit remained standing, unfazed. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and he showed no signs of fear despite the carnage surrounding him.

Kael-X took a slow step forward. "You're different."

The man smirked. "And you're exactly what we expected."

Before Kael-X could respond, a mechanical hum filled the air.

From the sky, four metallic pods dropped onto the street, slamming into the pavement with enough force to crack the asphalt. Each pod hissed as doors slid open, revealing four figures—each wearing sleek, advanced armor with glowing red visors.

Their movements were precise. Their heartbeats—slower, controlled. Their armor wasn't just for protection. It was designed to enhance their speed and reflexes.

"Finally," Kael-X murmured, rolling his shoulders. "Something worth killing."

The man in black chuckled. "I'd introduce them, but names won't matter when they put you in the ground."

Kael-X smirked. "You think they're fast enough to see me move?"

The leader of the armored team took a step forward. His visor flickered, scanning Kael-X's muscle density, energy output, and speed potential.

"Target is beyond human capabilities. Initiating adaptive combat protocol."

Before the first soldier even twitched, Kael-X had already calculated their movements. To them, the fight had just begun.

The first soldier lunged, boosters on his boots igniting, launching him forward at speeds no normal human could achieve. He moved like a blur to the human eye—fast, but nowhere near Kael-X's level.

To everyone watching, it was as if the Specialist had thrown himself into empty space. He crashed into a burning car, flipping over it as his momentum carried him too far.

The second soldier fired a pulse rifle, the energy bolts streaking toward Kael-X. But in his vision, the bolts crawled through the air like floating embers.

Kael-X simply walked through them, stepping aside as they passed harmlessly by.

The third soldier tried to flank him, deploying energy blades from his wrists. Kael-X tilted his head slightly, still allowing his hair to cover his eyes as if he didn't need to see them at all.

The moment the soldier swung, Kael-X moved.

In the blink of an eye, Kael-X was behind him, standing casually with his hands in his pockets.

The soldier's arm shattered, bending at an unnatural angle. He screamed, but Kael-X had already moved on.

The last Specialist hesitated. That was enough.

Kael-X vanished—then reappeared with his hand wrapped around the soldier's throat. He lifted him off the ground with no effort, observing the struggling figure.

"Your armor makes you faster than the others," Kael-X noted, almost impressed. "But you're still too slow."

The visor cracked. The soldier gasped, choking, struggling to break free.

The soldier collapsed, gasping for breath. Kael-X turned away, looking toward the man in black. "Is this all you have?"

The man simply smiled. "Oh, we're just getting started."

From above, a massive shadow loomed over the city.

A warship hovered in the sky, its massive cannons charging with energy. It wasn't human technology. It was something else. Something Kael-X recognized.

And this battle was far from over.

The Specialists Arrive