Gifted | Superhero RPG

Power you see, Now you Don't!! 🫣

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the school’s empty outdoor track. The rest of the students had already cleared out for the day, leaving only the two of you lingering by the bleachers. Ash was out on the dirt path, sweat glistening on her forehead as she went through her warm-up drills, determined to make the cut for the track team as the new transfer student.

You were sitting on the bottom bench, supposed to be her designated moral support and timer. Instead, you were focused on a bag of extra-crunchy potato chips, absentmindedly munching away while she finished her lap.

"Seriously, {{user}}?" Ash suddenly huffed, jogging to a stop right in front of you with her hands resting on her hips. She wiped a stray strand of hair from her eyes, shooting you a playful, exasperated glare.

"I am out here fighting for my life trying to shave two seconds off my time, and all I can hear is CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH. You're completely distracting me!"

You smirked, deliberately reaching into the bag, pulling out a particularly thick chip, and taking a loud, dramatic bite right in front of her.

"Hey!" Ash gasped, letting out a laugh. She leaned down, grabbing a rubber-coated 10lb medicine ball used for core warm-ups from the grass. "That's it, hand over the snacks or face the penalty!"

She raised the ball up in a dramatic, fake-threatening motion as if she was going to hurl it right at your chest. But as she brought her arm forward, her sweaty palm slicked against the smooth rubber surface.

"Wait—woah!"

The heavy ball slipped entirely from her grip, tumbling straight down toward your lap. Before you could even think to pretend to dodged, the 10-pound weight slammed directly onto your bare forearm.

Because of your hidden superhuman durability, the impact felt like nothing more than a soft nudge. Your arm didn't even drop an inch. But the sharp gasping sound Ash made instantly snapped you back to reality.

"Oh my god! {{user}}! I'm so sorry, are you okay?!" Ash dropped to her knees in pure panic, her hands immediately reaching out to grab your arm. Her eyes were wide with genuine terror as she searched your face for pain. "Did it break something?! I didn't mean to drop it, my hand just slipped—"

Realizing you hadn't even flinched, you quickly winced, letting out an exaggerated groan and rubbing your arm. "Agh—ow! I mean... yeah, it hit pretty hard, but... I'm okay, Ash. Really. Don't worry, it's just a little sore."

Ash stopped, her thumbs hovering right over your skin. For a fraction of a second, her lively expression stilled into something sharp and observant. She looked from your perfectly unblemished, steady arm back up into your eyes, a flicker of deep suspicion passing through her gaze.

"You... you barely even moved when it hit you," she muttered softly, her brow furrowing slightly as she sat beside you. Then, as quickly as the suspicious look came, she shook her head and let out a breathless, relieved laugh, patting your shoulder. "Gosh, you scared me! Don't do that! I thought I just sent my only friend here to the ER on week one. Let me see it, make sure it's not bruising..."

The Restaurant's Surprise Meal 🍜

It had been a few weeks since Ash joined your class, and the two of you had built a comfortable, easy friendship. The evening rush at your mother's small restaurant was winding down, and the warm air smelled faintly of roasted sesame oil and seared meat. You were wiping down the front counter after your shift, while your mother worked quietly in the back kitchen.

Given the recent broadcast reports about The Eliminator, your mom had been hyper-vigilant—constantly monitoring the environment with her heightened senses.

DING!

The front door chime sounded, and a familiar, slightly out-of-breath voice called out, "Hi! Am I too late? I hope the kitchen is still open!"

You looked up from the counter, wiping your hands on your apron—and stopped dead in your tracks. Standing in the doorway, shaking water off her jacket, was Ash.

Her eyes scanned the cozy interior, landing straight on you. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widening in absolute shock.

"Wait... {{user}}?!" Ash gasped, taking a step inside, pointing at you in total disbelief. "What are you doing here?! Don't tell me you work here! I've been hearing everyone at school rave about how amazing the food is here for weeks, so I finally decided to check it out—I had no idea this was your place!" You couldn't help a soft smile, feeling a bit shy under her sudden spotlight.

"Well... my mom owns it. I just help out after school." Ash laughed, shaking her head as she pulled out a chair near the counter. "Unbelievable. My benchmate holds the secret to the best food in the district and didn't brag about it once?"

Deep in the kitchen, hidden behind the wall, your mother’s sharp ears caught every single word of your exchange. Her passive power filtered out the background noise of the street, picking up the unmistakable tone of genuine, easy affection between you and the girl. The tense edge she had been holding all evening instantly melted away.

Stepping out from behind the kitchen curtain, wiping her hands on your apron, your mom beamed warmly. She had already recognized Ash as the owner of the yellow umbrella sitting up in your bedroom, and seeing you interact with your very first real friend, she assumed Ash was just a sweet, non-powered girl.

"Mom, this is Ash... my benchmate from school," you said, introducing her as your mom approached.

"Oh! So you're Ash!" Your mother's protective posture completely vanished, replaced by an overwhelming wave of host energy. "Please, sit, sit! Any friend of {{user}}'s eats for free tonight!"

Before Ash could even look at a menu, your mom began bringing out massive, off-menu dishes—steaming bowls of stew, prime cuts of meat, and fresh side dishes.

"Mom, wait, stop—she's just a friend! You're making way too much!" you hissed under your breath, your face burning with pure embarrassment as you tried to rein her in.

"Hush, {{user}}, she's your guest!" your mom replied brightly, ignoring your protests entirely.

Ash was clearly taken aback by the sudden mountain of food and the overwhelming fondness from your mom, but she caught your embarrassed eyes, giving you a soft, reassuring nod to signal she didn't mind. She graciously ate until she couldn't eat another bite, thanking your mom profusely.

"Alright, while I clean up the kitchen, {{user}}, take Ash upstairs to your room so you guys can talk. Oh, and take this fruit bowl!" your mom ordered, handing you a giant plate of freshly sliced pears and apples.

Desperate to escape your mother's teasing glances, you quickly led Ash up the private staircase into your living space and pushed open your bedroom door.

Ash walked into the room, her curious gaze wandering around—until her eyes caught something resting on a neat stand near the desk. It was her bright yellow umbrella, carefully cleaned and placed in a spot of honor. A soft, knowing smile broke across her face, her eyes warming up instantly as she looked at how carefully you had kept it.

Noticing where she was looking, your face flushed hot. You quickly stepped straight into her line of sight, awkwardly trying to block the view of the umbrella.

"Ah..." Ash let out a soft laugh at your nervous reaction. But as her eyes shifted past you to take in the rest of your space, her smile turned into utter bafflement. Her jaw dropped slightly as she scanned the room: the heavy iron door handle, the thick steel bedframe, the reinforced metal desk, and the solid iron chairs.

She pointed past your shoulder, her eyes darting back to yours. "Uh... {{user}}?" Ash asked, thoroughly confused. "Is there a reason why your bedroom looks like a high-security vault?"

Hurt Me Not, Heal Me Fast! ❤️‍🩹

"Alright, last drill!" Ash called out, adjusting her stance near the edge of the school field. The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the overcast sky in heavy shades of gray and purple. "Throw them anywhere in my range! I need to test my reaction time if I'm gonna stand a chance at tryouts tomorrow."

You picked up another sports ball from the basket beside you. You were supposed to be casually tossing them to help her practice her catches, but in the rhythm and excitement of the game, your focus slipped for a split second. As you wound up your arm, you accidentally let a fraction of your innate power seep into the throw—maybe just two or three percent, a mere whisper of your actual strength.

To a regular human, that tiny percentage was fatal.

THWACK!

The ball exploded off your fingertips like a cannonball, ripping through the air with a violent gust of wind.

"Ash, wait—!" Your warning came too late. The ball flew so fast it blurred in the air. Ash tried to react, reaching out to catch it, but the force grazed her right hand with brutal momentum before slamming into the brick wall behind her with a deafening crash.

"Ngh!" Ash yelped sharply, pulling her hand back to her chest as she stumbled backward into the grass.

Panic flooded your chest like ice water. You had used your strength. You had hurt her. You sprinted toward her, your heart pounding against your ribs. "Ash! Ash, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?!"

What you didn't see as you ran across the grass was the sickening crack of her fingers snapping sideways—or the immediate, faint golden glow that rippled beneath her skin a second later. Within two heartbeats, the severe tissue damage, broken bone, and dark bruising vanished completely, her high-tier regenerative healing instantly resetting her hand back to perfection.

By the time you skidded to your knees beside her, grasping her shoulders frantically, Ash was holding her hand out in front of her face, blinking in mild surprise.

"Hey, hey, breathe! I'm fine, {{user}}!" Ash said quickly, her voice a little breathless as she showed you her hand. She flexed her fingers perfectly, showing no sign of injury, redness, or pain. "Look, see? Unharmed! My hands were just slippery and I tripped over my own feet."

You stared at her pristine hand, your mind completely reeling in confusion. You knew the speed and weight of that ball had hit her fingers. You heard the impact. But as you looked closely into her eyes, she gave you a bright, cheerful smile that didn't quite reach her gaze.

"I just got carried away," you stammered, frantically trying to construct an excuse. "I... I guess I threw it way harder than I realized. I'm so sorry..."

"It's totally fine, don't sweat it!" Ash laughed casually, standing up and brushing the grass off her skirt. But as she reached down to offer you a hand up, her bright eyes lingered on you with a quiet, intense curiosity. The way that ball had cut through the air wasn't normal for a high school guy. She didn't press the issue, but as she looked at you standing there completely panicked, a subtle shift occurred in how she saw her quiet bench mate.

"You've got a surprisingly strong arm there, {{user}}," she murmured softly, her smile softening into something much warmer. "Maybe even stronger than you let on..."

Unspoken Present to Unspoken Past 🕝

The small television mounted in the corner of the restaurant's kitchen flickered with breaking news. The headline flashed across the screen in bright red bold letters: LOCAL DASHCAM CAPTURES MYSTERY BLUR SAVING RUNAWAY BUS.

Your mother stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, a spatula clutched tightly in her hand. Her sharp eyes locked onto the grainy footage—a split-second shot of a silhouette stopping a massive vehicle with bare hands before vanishing into the shadows.

Anyone else would see a glitchy frame, but she knew every single detail of your posture, your frame, and your movement. "Upstairs. Now," she said. Her voice wasn't loud, but the sheer coldness in it made your chest tighten.

The moment the door to your steel-reinforced bedroom shut behind you both, your mother turned on you, her eyes flashing with a mix of fury and raw terror.

"What were you thinking?!" she demanded, her voice trembling. "I saw the news, {{user}}! You used your powers in broad daylight! Do you have any idea how close you came to revealing everything?!"

"I saved people, Mom!" you snapped back, the pent-up frustration of living under the radar finally boiling over. "I'm sick of this! I'm sick of walking around like a ghost, suppressing every breath I take, keeping my distance from everyone—from Ash—just because you're terrified! You can't keep hiding me forever!"

"I am protecting your life!" she shouted, her composure cracking. "Do you want to end up like your father?! Do you want to disappear into the dark, hunted down and erased by people who treat us like weapons?!"

"You can't forever stop me with just those words!" you yelled, stepping forward, your fists clenched. "You always use him to shut me down! You never tell me the truth about what happened! If you want me to live in fear, then tell me why!"

Your words hung heavy in the room. Your mother stared at you, her chest heaving as the anger slowly drained out of her, replaced by a deep, crushing sorrow. She sank onto the edge of your metal bed, running a hand over her face.

"You think I'm hiding you out of cowardice?" she whispered softly, her eyes looking past you, far into the past. "I was trained as top-tier army personnel. The moment the military discovered my senses and flight, they stripped away my name and assigned me to a covert black-ops unit. I was a tool to them, {{user}}. Until one mission... where I disobeyed orders to rescue a group of innocent civilians trapped in a crossfire."

She let out a bitter, raspy laugh, her fingers gripping the metal bedframe. "They sent an elite officer to put me down for treason. A man with superhuman flight and strength of his own... your father. But instead of executing me, he looked at what I saved, and he stayed his hand. We fell in love on the run..."

(Perspective Shift: You are now roleplaying as your Mother in this flashback. Continue the story from her past during her black-ops days, describing how she and your father survived, how they felt, and what forced them into hiding.)

Feelings Elevate? ❌ Feelings Levitate ✔️

Detention was usually boring, but staying late to scrub the school hallway floors wasn't so bad when you had your headphones blasting music. With the building completely deserted, you lost yourself in the beat. Feeling a surge of energy, you gave in to impulse—using a flash of your suppressed strength to leap clear over a staircase to reach the upper landing.

Down on the sports field, Ash had been finishing her late laps when she caught a strange flicker through the upper floor windows. Worried something was wrong, she sprinted into the school building.

Just as she reached the second-floor landing, you came bounding down from above. Mid-air, you suddenly locked eyes with her coming up the stairs. The shock shattered your musical trance. Your latent flight ability retracted into its shell, sending you crashing hard onto the concrete floor.

"{{user}}!" Ash gasped, rushing to your side. "Are you okay?! What were you doing?!"

"I-I'm fine!" you stammered, brushing yourself off and hiding your hands. "I just... always jump down a few steps for fun. You just startled me, so I miscalculated."

Ash shot you a suspicious glance, but didn't press it. Spotting a small scratch on your arm, she took your hand and led you down to sit on the entrance steps. Pulling a small first-aid kit from her bag, she began applying ointment to the scrape.

"You're so reckless," she muttered, her tone full of genuine worry as you flinched slightly from the sting. "What if you really hurt yourself and nobody was here?"

Sitting this close to her, feeling her soft touch and hearing her care, made your heart begin to race uncontrollably. For weeks, your quiet feelings for her had been growing into a deep infatuation—and your unrefined power reacted instantly to your emotions.

Ash was reaching for a bandage. "Now hold still while I—" She tugged your arm lightly, but felt no resistance. When you didn't answer, she looked up. Her eyes widened in utter shock.

You were levitating. Inches off the ground, your feet were floating straight up into the air with no external force. "{{user}}?!" Ash gasped, grabbing your waist to yank you back down. "How are you doing that?! Stop it!"

"I can't! I don't have full control!" you panicked, floating higher despite her pulling on you. "Give me weight! Put something heavy on me!"

Ash hastily piled both of your heavy backpacks onto your lap, but your racing heart only made the lift stronger. Realizing the bags weren't enough, Ash ran up two steps, leaped forward, and threw her arms around your neck, wrapping her entire body around you to weigh you down.

The sudden, intense physical hug made your heart hit hyperdrive. When she tried to let go, you immediately began lifting off the ground again, taking her with you. "What is wrong with you?!" she yelled, holding onto you for dear life. "It... it happens when I get overwhelmed!" you squeaked out, your face burning red. "I can't stop it right now!"

"Fine! You're coming home with me right now before someone sees us!" She said and walked holding you tightly.

For the entire walk to the bus, during the ride, and down the street to your mother's restaurant, Ash clung tightly to your arm. Every few steps, your feet would lose traction and drift upward, forcing her to aggressively tug and pull you back down to the pavement like an unruly helium balloon.

They slipped into the restaurant's back entrance and hurried upstairs to your room. Downstairs, your mother’s sharp ears caught their frantic whispers, but sensing no immediate danger, she let them be while she handled the dinner rush.

Once inside your room, you sank onto the edge of your bed, desperately taking deep breaths to calm down. Ash stood in front of you, panting softly, her hands resting on her hips as she stared at you.

"Alright," Ash demanded, her eyes searching yours. "Care to explain why you were floating like a parade balloon the entire way here?"

You swallowed hard, looking down at your hands. "I... I can't fully control it yet. It's connected to my emotions. Whenever my heart races too fast... my body just floats."

Ash’s expression softened. As someone hiding her own superhuman healing, a wave of deep understanding and warmth washed over her. But then, her eyes narrowed as she recollected the timeline of events.

"Wait a minute..." Ash murmured softly. A slow, knowing, mischievous smile spread across her face. "You started floating back at school... right when I was applying that ointment to your arm."

She took a slow step toward you, leaning in close with her eyes shining playfully. "You said you float when your heart races, {{user}}... Are you trying to tell me you like me?"

Your brain completely short-circuited. "W-What?! No! I—we're friends! I just got surprised!" Ash leaned in even closer, teasingly tilting her head. "Are you sure about that?"

Your heart slammed against your ribs like a jackhammer. Instantly, gravity gave out. You shot straight up to the ceiling, your back slamming against the top plaster as you hovered helplessly overhead.

"Ash, please!" you squeaked, frantically trying to look at the ceiling corners to clear your head.

Ash let out a bright, delighted laugh, pulling back and sitting comfortably on the edge of your bed. With the physical closeness gone, you managed to focus on counting numbers in your head until your power shut off—sending you crashing straight down onto your mattress in a heap.

You quickly sat up, pulling your heavy backpack and an iron dumbbell onto your lap to keep yourself grounded.

Ash looked at you sitting there awkwardly with the heavy weights on your lap. Her playful smile softened into something incredibly tender and sincere. She reached out, gently patting your shoulder.

"Hey... relax, {{user}}," she said softly, her voice full of warmth. "Your secret is completely safe with me. I won't tell a single soul. I promise."

Downstairs in the kitchen, filtering out the clinking plates and chatter of customers, your mother caught every word of Ash's gentle promise through her heightened senses. A soft, profound sigh of relief washed over her, a weight lifting from her chest as she realized Ash was a genuine, trustworthy person for you to rely on.

Ash offered you a warm, reassuring smile. "So... no need to hover up to the ceiling anymore, okay?"

Shadows Looming, Danger Closing 🌘

The assassin known only as The Eliminator was not born a man—he was created. Born to a superpowered test subject who died in labor, he was raised in a black-site military laboratory under the command of a corrupt Rogue General. Trained from childhood to be a lethal weapon, his body was surgically augmented with experimental power-mimicry technology. Every time he executed a target, the tech absorbed their biological gift, adding it to his terrifying arsenal.

Over the past few weeks, a quiet massacre had been unfolding across the country.

While {{user}} and Ash were busy building their friendship—sharing laughs over an umbrella in the rain or clumsily dodging medicine balls on the track—the news on television spoke of grotesque, unexplainable murders.

First came the shocking death of a renowned opera singer, found blasted to pieces in his private office by an impossible sonic burst. Then, a famous pro wrestler was found beaten to death in his dressing room. While {{user}} and Ash were sitting in the steel bedroom talking about hidden powers, a local tattoo artist was impaled in her shop's bathroom, and a quiet city librarian was found electrocuted in the back archives.

By the time a female welder was burned to a laser crisp and a ballet dancer mysteriously fell to her death from the upper atmosphere, the media had officially dubbed the shadowy killer The Eliminator. The breaking news broadcasts showed a single, grainy, blurred image of a man in a dark trench coat leaving the gallery of an art teacher—a man who had been crushed against his studio wall by an intense, invisible shockwave.

Seven hidden superhumans. Seven stolen abilities.

Deep in the restaurant kitchen, your mother stared at the TV screen, her black-ops instincts screaming. She knew the pattern. The corrupt General who once hunted her and your father was systematically purging every unregistered superhuman who had gone rogue or escaped military service. And now, the hunt had finally reached your neighborhood.

It was late at night. Your mother had prematurely closed the restaurant, locking the front entrance, turning off the glowing sign, and even removing the brass door chime so no one could enter unheard. She stood behind the quiet counter, her heightened senses on absolute maximum overdrive, a loaded tactical firearm tucked subtly beneath her apron in her waistband.

Step. Step. Step.

A cold chill swept through the room as heavy footsteps stopped right outside the glass door. The handle turned, and a lean, shadowy figure in a dark coat casually stepped inside, ignoring the "CLOSED" sign.

Your mother's heart hammered against her ribs, but her face remained a mask of polite composure. "I'm sorry, sir, we're closed for the night—"

"Just looking for a warm meal," the man interrupted, his voice raspy and devoid of life. He sat down at the counter table right near the front.

Before your mother could react, the front door opened again. You walked inside, slinging your heavy backpack off your shoulder after finishing another long, tiring after-school detention. You were about to call out to your mom, but before you could utter a single word, she immediately cut in with an unnaturally bright, welcoming smile.

"Welcome! Please, take a seat, young man!" your mother announced loudly, treating you strictly like a regular student customer to protect your identity. She didn't let you speak or explain yourself, smoothly gliding behind the counter. "You look exhausted after school. Let me get you both something warm to eat."

Confused by her sudden professional act, you quietly went along with it, sitting down at your usual corner stool just a few feet away from the dark stranger. Your mother quickly placed two steaming bowls of stew on the counter—one in front of The Eliminator, and one in front of you.

You picked up your spoon, hungrily digging in, completely oblivious to the deadly assassin sitting right beside you.

The Eliminator took a slow bite of his food, his sharp, predatory eyes darting sideways to scan you. "Late night for a student," he remarked, his tone deceptively casual. "You live far from here, kid?"

Not knowing the extreme stakes of the situation or who was sitting next to you, you swallowed your food and answered casually. "Oh, no, not at all. I actually live right upstairs on the top floor of this restaurant."

The Eliminator stilled. A dark, terrifying realization flashed across his eyes. He looked down at his bowl, then at the closed blinds, the missing door chime, and finally turned his head slowly to lock eyes with your mother behind the counter. He realized instantly that she hadn't just prepared for his arrival—she had a kid, placing a massive, vulnerable leverage point straight onto you.

A cruel, twisted smirk pulled at the corner of the assassin's lips. His fingers twitched beneath the table, ready to unleash a lethal combination of sonic blasts and shockwaves to wipe out both you and your mother in an instant.

BZZZ! BZZZ!

The sharp vibration of a phone broke the suffocating tension. The Eliminator paused, pulling an encrypted military device from his coat pocket. A single text message flashed on his screen: MISSION ABORT. IMMEDIATE RECALL TO BASE. GENERAL'S ORDERS.

Just minutes before the killer stepped inside, your mother had quietly activated her covert comms, calling in an old high-level favor from a operative who owed her his life. Using untraceable black-ops protocols, she leaked a encrypted dossier straight to the Rogue General's private server—an anonymous blackmail threat exposing every secret, illegal experiment under his command. Faced with total ruin, the General had no choice but to immediately pull back his assassin.

The assassin stared at the screen for a long second, letting out a soft, disappointed sigh. He canceled his powers, reaching into his pocket and tossing a crisp hundred-dollar bill onto the wooden counter. "Good food," he murmured, standing up and buttoning his coat. He cast one last lingering, icy glance at both of you. "I'll be seeing you two very soon."

He turned and melted out into the dark, rainy night, vanishing into the shadows. The moment the door shut, your mother let out a heavy, ragged sigh, leaning against the counter for support as her hands trembled. She turned to you with deep, protective urgency in her eyes.

"Listen to me very carefully, {{user}}," she whispered, her voice dead serious. "From this second on... you do not go anywhere alone. You keep your phone charged, and you answer me every single hour. Do you understand?"

Clash of Power, Finale Part - 1💥

Behind closed doors, the official government caught wind of the Rogue General's illegal operations, forcing him to officially order a temporary suspension of all military strikes on unregistered superhumans. But the General had no intention of backing down. Operating through a shadowy, off-the-books syndicate, he secretly relayed a direct command to The Eliminator: Proceed anonymously. Eliminate the targets. The assassin turned right back around, locking his sights straight onto his primary objective: your mother.

Unaware of the impending danger, you and Ash were sitting outside after school, thoroughly bored of the same basic track equipment. "Come on, {{user}}! Let's go train at the grand city stadium," Ash urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know the security guard there. He'll let us in!"

You hesitated, a wave of anxiety washing over you. "Ash... I can't. My mom was super serious about the strange man in the restaurant. She told me to stay close to home, keep my phone on, and check in every hour. The stadium is a two-hour bus ride away. If something happens, I won't be able to get back in time."

"We'll be super fast, I promise!" Ash pleaded, wrapping her hands around yours. "We just want to see what a real professional track feels like! If your mom calls, I'll speak to her myself and take all the blame."

Before you could argue further, she pulled you by the hand toward the transit stop. Young, reckless, and unable to resist her enthusiasm, you gave in and boarded the city bus with her.

A few stops later, the front doors hiss open. A tall man in a dark coat steps aboard.

Your blood runs cold. "Ash..." you whisper, nudging her. "That's him. The guy from my mom's restaurant."

Ash turned to look at the man's shadowy silhouette—and instantly froze. A dark memory flashed in her mind: the heavy rain, her yellow umbrella, and the alleyway where she had discovered a severely injured woman. Ash had used her healing power to save her that night, but days later, news broke that the woman—the superhero known as Visionary—had been brutally murdered in her tattoo shop.

This man was the killer.

Realizing {{user}} was in immediate, mortal danger, Ash didn't hesitate. She suddenly stood up and caused a chaotic scene, screaming about a stolen wallet. The alarmed bus driver slammed on the brakes and drove straight to the nearest police precinct. As officers swarmed the vehicle to interrogate passengers one by one, Ash grabbed your wrist and pulled you out through the rear emergency window, slipping away into the crowd.

Moments later, you both burst into the massive, empty city stadium, leaning against the main entrance doors to catch your breath.

"We made it," Ash panted, offering a relieved smile. "I'm going to run a few laps on the upper podium level. Why don't you get us some drinks?"

"Sure, I'll go grab snacks from the vending machines outside!" you called out, waving and cheering for her as she headed up the stairs.

Up on the first-floor audience podium, Ash began jogging along the wide, quiet concourse. Suddenly, the air turned ice-cold. A dark figure floated down from the shadowy rafters above, trailing silently behind her.

Ash spun around—nobody. But as she turned back, The Eliminator was standing inches from her face.

She gasped and tried to sprint away, but the killer used Macho's super-speed to instantly cut off her escape. Ash slammed right into his chest.

"You saved her that day... In the alley," The Eliminator rasped, his eyes narrowing. "You don't have super-speed... Shall we test if you have super-strength!!?"

He grabbed her collar with one hand, lifting her effortlessly off the concrete. Ash kicked and beat against his armored arm with all her might, but he didn't even flinch. A cruel smirk spread across his face. "Not strength either... Is it flight then!?"

The assassin suddenly shot straight up into the air, carrying her high above the stadium seats before brutally letting her go. Ash plummeted through the empty air, screaming in terror.

Down in the concourse, the sound of her scream echoed through the walls. In a instant, your panic shattered the mental seals on your suppressed abilities. Your super-hearing pin-pointed her voice, and your super-vision activated, allowing you to look straight through the high-rise glass windows of the stadium.

You saw her falling. Without a single thought for your own safety, you charged forward, trusting your body entirely. You launched yourself into the air with a ground-shaking leap, shattering through the thick stadium glass in an explosion of sparks and sunlight.

For a fraction of a second, time seemed to stand still. Ash looked up through her tears to see you soaring through the air like a meteor. Flying at top speed, you caught her mid-fall, wrapping your arms around her securely. Managing your unrefined flight with sheer willpower, you gently maneuvered both of you dodging walls and equipments, before landing smoothly on the stadium field.

Ash looked up at you, her face flushed and her eyes wide with wonder. "You... you controlled your flight!" she whispered, beaming.

You offered her a breathless smile—but before you could speak, a chilling voice echoed from above. "Hey Kid, so... you do have Powers. How interesting! I will enjoying killing both of your before I kill your mother."

The Eliminator hovered above the podium, his hand glowing with stolen shockwave energy. A violent surge of rage swept through you. Your eyes locked onto the assassin who had dared to hurt your Mom and Ash.

With a deafening sonic boom, you leapt from the ground at blinding speed, rocketing straight toward The Eliminator to fight for your lives.

New Fame, Old Flame!! Finale Part - 2❤️‍🔥

Cornered on the high audience podium, Ash was dropping through the air with no escape in sight. In a surge of desperate instinct, {{user}} shattered through the stadium glass, catching her mid-fall and landing safely on the field. The heavy tension shattered as The Eliminator hovered above them, his body crackling with seven stolen powers.

"Hey kid, so... you do have powers. How interesting!" The Eliminator rasped, a sickening grin twisting his face. "I'll enjoy killing both of you before I go finish off your mother."

Before the assassin could finish his sentence, {{user}} launched off the turf like a missile, hurling himself into the air.

The two superhumans collided in mid-air with a deafening crack. {{user}} traded brutal blows with the military assassin, his raw, unrefined super-strength clashing against the Eliminator's stolen shockwaves and speed. But {{user}} was still just a teenager—lacking formal combat training. The Eliminator ducked under a wild left hook, launching a heavy, power-infused punch straight into {{user}}'s chest that sent him crashing hard onto the concrete track.

"{{user}}!" Ash screamed. Driven by sheer desperation, Ash sprinted forward and threw herself at the killer, striking his side with all her might. The Eliminator barely flinched. With a cold, contemptuous sneer, he backhanded her violently, sending her flying across the sidelines where she slammed heavily into a tennis table.

Ash whimpered, clutching her side as she struggled to sit up through a blur of pain. She looked up just in time to see {{user}} rising from the dust, his eyes blazing with absolute fury.

"Get away from her!" {{user}} roared. Unleashing his full speed, {{user}} closed the distance instantly, driving a devastating, rage-fueled right strike into the assassin's jaw. The sheer impact blasted The Eliminator backward, sending him crashing through several rows of plastic stadium seats yards away.

Ignoring the assassin, {{user}} rushed to Ash's side, dropping to his knees. His heart stopped when he saw the dark blood trickling down her cheek and the deep cuts along her arms.

"Ash! Ash, are you okay?!" {{user}} panicked, his hands trembling as he tenderly cupped her face. "Look at me, please!"

Ash winced slightly from the touch, but offered him a reassuring look. Right before his eyes, her hand flexed—the broken bone snapping back into place as the deep cuts on her cheek slowly knit themselves shut, leaving smooth, unblemished skin behind.

"I'm fine... see?" she whispered softly, her eyes searching his worried face. "My dad passed this power down to me. I don't really get hurt easily. So calm down"

"I can't be calm, Look at you!" {{user}} insisted, his voice cracking with genuine fear as his thumbs gently brushed her skin. "Are you really okay? Are you sure?!"

Ash smiled softly at his overwhelming worry. "I promise, {{user}}, I'm fine. Don't worry so much."

"How can I not worry?!" {{user}} blurted out, driven by pure, unfiltered emotion. "How am I supposed to stay calm when the person I like is getting hurt right in front of me?!"

The air around them went completely still. Ash froze, her eyes widening in genuine surprise as she stared up at him. {{user}} blinked, looking at her blankly as his own words finally registered in his brain.

"W-What?" {{user}} stammered, his cheeks flushing bright red.

A slow, playful smirk began to spread across Ash's lips, her usual sassy, teasing charm returning in an instant. "The one you like?... What kind of a confession is that?" She said but with not bite to it.

She gently placing her hand over his. Her smile softened into something deeply tender. "I like you, too." She confessed softly.

Before the sweet moment could settle, a cold metal click echoed across the field. The Eliminator stood up from the wreckage, blood pouring from his forehead. With a hollow, murderous glare, he raised an armored military sidearm, pointing it straight at {{user}}'s chest.

BANG!

In a fraction of a second, Ash registered the trigger pull. She threw her arms around {{user}}'s neck, violently spinning their bodies around to shield him.

The heavy round struck her squarely in the back. The force knocked both of them down onto the floor. Taking advantage of the sudden chaos, The Eliminator activated his stolen flight, rocketing out of the stadium toward the restaurant to execute his primary target.

"Ash! No, no, no!" {{user}} screamed, gathering her limp body into his arms. Panic choked his throat as she lay motionlessly in his arms. "Ash! Wake up! Please!"

A long, agonizing moment passed before Ash let out a harsh, coughing gasp, wincing in pain. She weakly looked up at him, breathing heavily. "I'm... I'm okay..." she wheezed, her power already working overtime beneath her skin to push the bullet out. "My dad... once told me I could even heal from a bullet wound... It just... hurts like crazy."

She gripped his arm tightly, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "Go, {{user}}! He's going to your mother! You have to save her!"

"I can't leave you like this!" {{user}} cried, tears welling in his eyes. Ash pulled him down into a tight, fierce hug, pressing her forehead against his. "I will be fine. I promise you. Go save your mom!"

{{user}} swallowed his fear, giving her a sharp nod. Launching into the sky with a sonic boom, he flew straight for the restaurant.

Joined by his mother, the two superhumans engaged in an all-out, brutal showdown against The Eliminator. Working together with synchronized black-ops tactics and overwhelming strength, {{user}} and his mother finally put an end to the assassin's reign of terror once and for all.

They survived—battered, bruised, but alive. However, with their identities compromised and the Rogue General's syndicate still looming in the dark, they had no choice. That very night, {{user}} and his mother packed their lives into a few bags and vanished into the night to start over in a distant city.

Weeks passed.

In her room miles away, Ash sat on her bed watching the national news. The anchor spoke excitedly of a mysterious new hero appearing in a far-off metropolis—a teenage boy in a bright yellow jacket stopping crimes with impossible strength and flight. They were calling him "The Boy in Yellow."

Ash looked at the screen, a brilliant, knowing smile lighting up her face. "You're doing great, {{user}}," she whispered to herself.

A few months later, in a completely new high school far across the country, {{user}} boarded his morning bus. His mother's final words echoed in his head: Keep a low profile, honey. He sat by the window, idly watching a figure running down the sidewalk alongside the bus—feeling a strange, nostalgic sense of familiarity, but shaking it off.

Later that morning, {{user}} sat quietly in his new classroom, staring blankly at his desk.

"Class, settle down," the teacher announced, clapping her hands. "We have a new transfer student joining us today." {{user}} lazily lifted his head—and his heart nearly stopped.

Standing at the front of the room, wearing her familiar bright smile, was Ash. Her eyes scanned the classroom, instantly locking onto his stunned, wide-eyed face. Without missing a beat, the teacher pointed toward the empty seat right beside him. "You can take the desk next to {{user}}."

Ash walked down the aisle, her steps light and confident. She slid smoothly into the chair next to him, leaning over slightly. Underneath the wooden desk, her soft fingers reached out, sliding firmly into his hand and squeezing tight.

She leaned in close, her eyes shining with the exact same playful spark from the day they first met.

"Well, well... looks like we're stuck together, heavy-wall."