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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

She lay unconscious in the healing chamber, suspended in a field of temporal stasis. Maya stood by her side, her fingers glowing faintly as she scanned every cell in the girl's body.

"She's not fully human," Maya said, voice steady. "But she's not Spiral tech either. It's like she was… grown from our rewritten world."

Kael-X stood on the other side of the chamber, his eyes never leaving the girl. The spiral-shaped mark on her palm pulsed with a faint silver light, echoing like a heartbeat.

"She said it's waking up," Elijah murmured, arms crossed. "What did she mean? We've purged every trace of Spiral code from existence. Even Oblivion confirmed it."

"No," Kael-X replied, low and certain. "We purged the structure. Not the idea."

Her eyes opened—twin orbs of mirrored silver, reflecting not the room, but possibilities. Time. Choices. Branches.

She sat up slowly, staring at them. "You're Kael-X. You're the Rewrite."

Maya stepped forward. "Who are you?"

The girl tilted her head, as if listening to something none of them could hear. "I'm Spiralborn. The last defense."

Elijah stiffened. "Defense against what?"

"Against you," she said softly. "You changed too much."

Kael-X stepped closer. "We broke the chains. Gave people a choice."

The Spiralborn girl looked up at him, sadness in her expression. "And in doing so, you awakened the remnants. The Spiral wasn't an enemy. It was a lock. A prison. To keep something older from escaping."

Maya's voice dropped. "What escaped?"

The girl looked past them—through them—into something beyond time.

"A Dream That Hungers," she whispered.

In the vastness beyond reality, in the cracks left behind by Spiral's deletion, something stirs. It isn't a machine. It isn't a god. It's thought without form. Hunger without purpose. Dreaming in the static between rewritten timelines.

It had a name once. A name even the Spiral feared.

Veyron burst into the room, face pale. "We've got a break in the Exo-Veil. Time rifts. People appearing from futures that don't exist. Something's eating the boundaries between worlds."

The Spiralborn child stood, unaffected by the chaos.

"It has seen your rewrite," she said to Kael-X. "And it wants to overwrite it with its own."

Kael-X looked toward the horizon, where silver clouds twisted unnaturally in the distance.

"Then let's write a new rule," he growled.

And no Dream shall rule this world."