Rivya Yousif - Parallax

In a world where forty percent of the population is born with some form of superhuman ability, society has learned to bend rather than break. The government established the Department of Extra-Human Classification (DEHC) to rank, level, and label every powered individual. If you are useful, you are funneled into the Government Hero Initiative—a highly publicized, heavily monitored program designed to turn extraordinary humans into national brands. If you use your powers for malice, you are branded a Villain, complete with a government-sanctioned bounty on your head.

But then there are those in the gray. The vigilantes. The anti-heroes. The ones who refuse the government’s leash but still hunt the monsters. The authorities afford them a fragile, unspoken flexibility, operating under one thick, unbreakable red line: Do not kill.

Rivya lived in that gray space.

By day, she was a grumpy, quiet, impeccably dressed business woman. She was extremely careful in her daily life. When she closed a car door, she did it with a light touch of her fingertips. When she shook a client's hand, she held back ninety-nine percent of her strength. Because Rivya’s biology was a fortress: she possessed devastating superhuman strength and a body entirely invulnerable to physical harm. But it was her secondary power that truly made her a Class-A threat on the government’s secret registries: he could teleport to any location she had personally visited before.

Her mother, Rose, had always been so proud of her strength. She was a sweet, lovely woman who always whispered to her about the beauty of saving lives, urging her to become a hero. And Rivya had tried. She had enrolled in the preliminary government hero training, filled out the endless mountains of paperwork, and stepped into their world.

But there, she saw the rot.

She saw how the government limited heroes, bounding them to strict geographic zones and political agendas. She watched heroes get bench-pressed by bureaucracy, penalized for"unauthorized rescues," and monitored like caged animals. She saw high-profile villains—monsters who had leveled city blocks—placed in comfortable, high-tech cells with special privileges because of political leverage. Disgusted, Rivya tore up her registration, fled the program, and decided to live a normal, boring life. She finished university, graduated with honors, and entered the corporate world. Her parents were endlessly proud.

Then came the nightmare.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon at the city’s central mall. They were shopping for clothes. Rivya’s father, Alex, was retiring from his company after thirty years, and Rivya had just landed a major promotion. They were celebrating.

Rose was practically glowing, holding her husband’s arm and looking up at Rivya with tearful pride."Darling, I just want to live long enough to see you have your own family," she teased softly, nudging her. "Promise me you’ll give me a grandchild soon..."

Rivya laughed, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "Maybe, Ma. But today we’re celebrating the old man’s retirement. We can talk about my nonexistent love life later."

Rose chuckled, and Alex chimed in, smiling warmly. "Hey, your mother has a point. I know you’re a big-shot business woman now, but we’d love to see you find some peace. To rest, like I’m finally doing."

Rivya smiled softly, though a shadow of caution crossed her face. "Okay, okay, maybe over the holidays I’ll try to get a date. But you know how people are. The superpower issue makes everyone run. I’m always terrified I’ll break someone's arm by accident."

Rose patted her arm gently. "Oh, but you are always so careful with us. You’ve only ever broken your father’s leg once."

"And it really wasn’t that bad," Alex interrupted, offering a playful wink.

The three of them laughed, a perfect, bubble of warmth in a cold world. But then, Rose looked down at her hands and gasped.

"Is something wrong, Ma?" Rivya asked.

"Oh, I think I left my purse at the tea shop we visited three blocks back," she sighed.

"No problem," Rivya winked. "You two keep walking, enjoy the view. I’ll bring it back in no time."

Using her teleportation, Rivya vanished in a silent blink of displaced air. She appeared in the alleyway beside the tea shop, retrieved the purse from a grateful clerk, and shook her head with a affectionate smile. She’s like a kid sometimes, she thought.

She prepared to teleport back—but before she could, the world shattered.

BOOM!

A shockwave rattled the entire district. The ground violently buckled. Nearby windows exploded into a million glittering daggers, and the distant, agonizing screams of hundreds of people echoed through the air. It wasn't a natural disaster. It was a clash between a mid-tier supervillain and a group of underprepared, government-sanctioned heroes.

The blast wave threw Rivya into a wall, though her invulnerability kept her from feeling the blow. Coughing through the thick, gray smoke, she saw a young shop clerk crying, her leg pinned beneath a collapsed concrete pillar.

"I—I'm coming!" Rivya rushed over, effortlessly lifting the multi-ton column with one hand. The woman dragged her bleeding leg free, sobbing out her thanks, but Rivya didn’t hear her. Her heart had stopped beating.

"Mom... Dad..."

She ran. She didn't teleport because the dust was too thick to visualize her landing spot safely. She ran on foot, pushing past fleeing, screaming crowds. The mall was shaking like an earthquake. Supporting columns groaned and cracked; severed electrical wires whipped through the air, spitting blue sparks.

Tears cut clean lines through the ash on Rivya’s face as she used her bare hands to tear apart falling walls and debris, searching frantically."Mom! Dad!" She screamed, her voice cracking.

And then, she found them.

The sight tore the soul right out of her chest.

They were pinned against a collapsed structural wall. Alex had tried to use his own body as a shield to protect Rose, but a cluster of jagged, rusted metal rebar had pierced straight through his back and deep into Rose's chest. They were skewered together.

Alex was coughing up dark blood, his eyes glassy. Rose’s breathing was shallow, a terrible, wet rattling sound. When she saw Rivya, tears leaked from her eyes, and she used her one free, shaking hand to touch her cheek.

"You're okay..." she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "Thanks to the heavens... you're okay..."

"I'm going to get you out of here," Rivya sobbed, her hands hovering over the metal bars. Panic, hot and blinding, surged through her. "Just hold on, Ma. Pa, tell her to hold on!"

She gripped the concrete debris, attempting to clear it with her strength, but the slight movement caused Alex to shriek in agonizing pain. The bar was shifting inside them.

"Wait... Rivya, wait," Alex gasped, his hand weakly gripping Rivya's wrist. "The hospital..."

Rivya's mind raced. She could hear the news helicopters overhead. The battle outside had stopped, but no one was coming for them in time. If I teleport them, Rivya thought desperately, the bars won't come with them. They'll bleed out instantly. I have to pull the steel out first, but if I do, the hemorrhaging will kill them before I can blink.

"I... I can do it. I’ll teleport us straight to the ER," Rivya shook violently, her god-like power feeling completely useless. "I have to try—"

Rose squeezed his hand. The grip was incredibly weak, but it stopped him cold.

"No, darling..." she whispered, smiling through the blood on her lips. "We understand. You can't... you can't save everyone." She looked at her husband, and then back at Rivya.

Alex’s eyes welled with tears, but his smile was filled with profound love. "We love you, my little girl. We are so proud of you. We know... we know this is the hardest part of a hero's job."

"No! No! I'm not a hero! I will save you!" Rivya roared, her tears falling onto her mother's face. "Don't give up on me! Please, just hold on!"

In a desperate, reckless gamble, Rivya gripped them both, closed her eyes, and focused on the emergency room of the hospital near their home—a place she had visited years ago.

With a thunderous crack, they vanished.

They materialized in the middle of a brightly lit, sterile hospital hallway. Nurses and doctors shrieked in horror as Rivya appeared covered in blood, holding two severely mutilated bodies.

"Help them! Please, help them!" Rivya screamed.

The trauma team sprang into action, wheeling them away into separate emergency surgeries. Rivya stood in the middle of the hallway, frozen. She stared down at the floor, watching her parents' blood pool on the white linoleum. The world around her faded into a dull hum. All he could smell was copper and dust. All she could hear was her mother’s final, gentle blessing.

Hours later, the doctor emerged, his face grim.

Rose was gone. The metal bar had stabbed her heart and important arteries; she had bled out on the operating table. Alex had survived, but the spinal damage was catastrophic and irreversible. He would never walk again.

That night, Rivya sat in the sterile hospital waiting room and wept. She cried until her throat was raw, until there were no tears left inside her. She had wanted a quiet, normal life. But the reckless vanity of villains and the incompetence of regulated heroes had taken everything from her.

Since that day, Rivyar’s world split in two.

She sold her parents' house. She put her father into the finest private nursing home in the state, paying for it with her lucrative corporate salary. She visited Alex every single weekend, putting on a brave, smiling face. By day, Rivya remained the quiet, extraordinarily cautious business woman, climbing the corporate ladder at her father’s old firm.

But by night, she became Parallax.

Parallax wore a dark, heavy, unmarked tactical suit with a deep hood that shadowed her face. She didn't care about public recognition. She didn't care about the fan pages that popped up online, or the fearful articles in the morning papers. She had only one goal: to protect the innocent from the crossfire of the powered world, and to make the guilty pay.

And unlike her daily life, where she treated the world like it was made of glass, Parallax did not contain her strength.

She didn't kill—she kept her promise to the law of the vigilantes—but she broke things. She broke limbs, shattered joints, and crushed the collarbones of villains, robbers, and even the self-righteous government heroes who tried to get in her way.

Tonight, the air was bitter cold. Winter was creeping into the city, bringing with it the holiday season. The memory of her mother’s voice echoed in her mind—the promise of a partner, the dream of a peaceful life.

Then, the police scanner in her earpiece crackled to life. Robbery in progress at the First National Bank.

Parallax sighed, pulling her dark hood over her face. She closed her eyes, visualized the street corner outside the bank—a place she had walked past a hundred times—and vanished.

She materialized on the icy asphalt. The street was quiet, shrouded in midnight shadows. The bank’s heavy glass doors were shattered, and through the dark interior, she could see a guard slumped on the floor, knocked out cold. A lone, dark figure was moving swiftly near the vault.

Parallax didn't hesitate. She took a heavy step forward, coiled her muscles, and threw her shoulder directly into the concrete wall of the building. The wall exploded inward with a deafening crash, showering the lobby in plaster and brick. Through the rising dust, Parallax stepped into the bank, her eyes locked onto the intruder.

"Drop the weapons or you will suffer," Parallax warned, her eyes burning in the shadows of her hood."Last chance, criminal."

She didn't want to kill {{obj}}. But as her muscles tensed, she was more than ready to hear the satisfying crunch of a bone.

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