Adam : From a man to a God

As the dust settled like a curtain falling after a grand performance, Dan's heart raced. He shifted his gaze between Akira and Adam, his surprise palpable at the sight of Adam, defiantly standing amid the chaos.

"Not bad, outsider," Alex conceded, an edge of respect lining his voice, though his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Adam's eyes burned with an ominous crimson glow, a fierce light that pulsed with an otherworldly energy, more intense than Dan had ever seen.

"Hey, Dan! Are you scared of him?" Alex sneered, his tone challenging as though prodding a sleeping beast.

"Not at all. I’ll show him the new move I’ve been working on," Dan declared, resolute determination hardening his features.

With a roar that echoed in his chest, Dan summoned flames that danced intricately across his hands before he propelled himself forward like a meteor streaking through the night sky, moving at an astonishing 211 km/h. Time seemed to slow as he closed the distance, his fist poised to deliver a strike that would shatter mountains. He met Adam with a punch that exploded on impact, the resulting shockwave sending a tremor through the ground. But to Dan’s shock, Adam stood firm, an immovable force amidst the tempest.

In a startling twist, Adam ensnared Dan in an unyielding grip, pulling him into a suffocating embrace.

"What the... Let go of me!" Dan barked, his voice a mix of anger and confusion as he struggled against Adam's iron hold, but it was like fighting against a wall of granite.

Without a moment's notice, Alex surged towards them, a streak of motion pushing his speed to an incredible 300 km/h, his own rage fueling his charge.

But then, as if conjured by the storm itself, Adam's body erupted in a cataclysmic explosion, a radiant blossom of energy that transcended the horizon—a mushroom cloud that bloomed briefly before vanishing into the air. The blast sent shockwaves rippling through the space, knocking Alex off his feet and sending him careening back, his defiance momentarily undone by the sheer force of Adam’s power. In a terrifying transformation, Adam emerged in his formidable Killer form, his presence radiating an aura of dread and power. With a flick of his wrist, he released Dan, who crumpled to the ground, unconscious, like a marionette freed from its strings.

"How the hell did—" Alex started to protest, but his words were swallowed by a heavy silence.

"Let me show you my new move," Killer Adam declared, his voice a dark omen, each syllable laced with power and intent.

In a blinding blur, Killer Adam rocketed towards Alex at an astonishing 563 km/h, a force of nature that seemed to bend the very fabric of reality. He seized Alex by the face, lifting him effortlessly, and hurled him through the dense forest with a series of thunderous impacts.

From within, Adam watched in astonishment. Though his body felt like a stranger—frozen, unresponsive—he witnessed the incredible strength he wielded. The horror gripped him tighter than any physical bond; he was a prisoner within his own mind.

"Why can't I talk? Why isn't he listening?" Adam's thoughts spiraled into confusion and desperation, a cacophony of frustration as he struggled against the invisible chains binding him.

Killer Adam came to a halt, having slammed Alex against a massive tree that trembled as if in fear. He released his grip only to unleash a punch that struck with the force of a collapsing star, the sickening sound of cracking ribs reverberating through the air, shattering two of them with a brutal finality.

"Stop!" Adam's inner voice cried out, a desperate plea echoing in the void, each word a silent scream of anguish as he fought against the monster he had become.

As Alex writhed in agony on the forest floor, his breath came in desperate gasps, each one laced with confusion. "Why... why aren't I regenerating? What is he talking about? I've taken so much damage," he murmured, grappling with the crushing pain that threatened to consume him.

"Pathetic," Killer Adam sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he extended his hand, summoning a swirling orb of searing flames that crackled ominously in the collapsing twilight.

“No, you can’t! You’ll kill him. Not again. I don’t want to relive that nightmare!” Adam's silent plea reverberated within him, a tempest of conflicting emotions spiraling through his mind as he bore witness to the brutal spectacle unfolding.

But just as the tension reached its breaking point, Killer Adam’s senses sharpened, detecting a rapid approach from behind. A wicked grin curled on his lips as he turned to greet the newcomer. Instructor Gabriel appeared in a flash, his presence slicing through the oppressive atmosphere.

“Hey, old man. What’s the hold-up? Ready for a bit of fun?” Killer Adam taunted, delighting in the chaos as if it were a game.

Without hesitation, Killer Adam surged towards Gabriel, a blur of motion at a staggering speed of 700 kilometers per hour. The air crackled around him as he flew forward, a whirlwind of rage and power. Gabriel, unfazed, met the oncoming storm with calm resolve, gracefully anticipating Adam's wild strikes. His agile movements and sharp reflexes allowed him to weave between the devastating punches that could have shattered stone, demonstrating the mastery that had made him an instructor.

Gabriel continued to evade Killer Adam's frenzied attacks, his movements a symphony of agility and precise timing—until at last, one punch connected, grazing his cheek and sending a jolt through his body.

“Not bad, old man,” Killer Adam taunted, his voice laced with a challenge, but before he could relish the moment, Gabriel's expression shifted dramatically. His eyes blazed a fierce red, a storm gathering in their depths.

In the blink of an eye, Gabriel retaliated with a strike that was nothing short of monumental. The force of his punch hurled Killer Adam backward, sending him crashing through the dense trees with a cacophony of splintering wood and snapping branches. Akira stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold, her breath caught in her throat as Adam landed near her, bleeding yet still displaying that defiant grin.

In an instant, Gabriel was at Adam's side, looming over him with an air of both authority and unexpected care.

“You’re still kicking, huh?” Gabriel mused, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice. “First time a student's managed to get under my skin like that. Don’t worry, kid. The relics have a way of stirring up hidden sides of folks. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Who are you talking to? Adam? I’ll protec—” Adam’s voice faded, overwhelmed by darkness as he slipped into unconsciousness, the weight of the battle finally taking its toll.

“Is he snoring? Starting to like this kid,” Gabriel muttered with a chuckle, casting a sideways glance at Akira.

*Hours passed, the silence stretching like an endless horizon.*

Adam woke up in a dim place, hearing a strange noise.

"Killer Adam, is that you?" Adam called out, turning to see a mirror stretching endlessly with Killer Adam appearing.

"So, you finally showed up," Killer Adam said.

"What was all that about earlier? You nearly took someone out," Adam questioned.

"I'm Killer Adam. What else did you expect?" Killer Adam replied.

"Huh? I'm not saying those words again," Adam declared.

"No need. I've been beaten. No longer necessary. I'm here to watch your back," Killer Adam explained.

Adam sighed. "You claim to be me, but I don't really know you."

Killer Adam chuckled. "I'm the side of you that you keep buried, but I serve a purpose. Consider me the one who nudged you to tap into your hidden potential. This is our farewell, and all the power I unleashed within you now belongs to you. You should be grateful."

The glass suddenly cracked, causing Adam to step back in alarm.

"What's happening?" Adam questioned.

"Goodbye, Adam," Killer Adam bid before the glass shattered, transforming into water that cascaded to the ground. Adam stared at the water, then at the spot where Killer Adam stood moments before. But then, his breath hitched as he turned—and there, mere feet away, a pair of large, glowing red eyes pierced through the haze. They were still and cold, glaring at him with an intensity that sent fear spiraling through his veins. The malevolent aura radiating from them felt like a weight, pressing down on his chest and suffocating his resolve.

A shiver ran down Adam's spine as fear clawed at him, muscles coiling tight with terror. A primal scream ripped from his lips, echoing into the void before he jolted awake, still screaming, in the back of Tilda's car.

“Whoa! Don’t startle me like that. Adam?” Tilda exclaimed, her voice laced with concern as she glanced back at him, her eyes wide with alarm.

As he sat up, heart racing and breath coming in quick gasps, Adam found himself lost in a fog of confusion, grappling with the remnants of his unsettling dream. The vivid images blurred in his mind, yet one question clawed at him, relentless and demanding:

"What the hell was that?" he tho

ught to himself, his mind racing to make sense of the nightmare that had felt so real.