HYPERMAN AND THE SEER Steve's POV At the very least, I could remember that I was human. What that even meant? I had no idea. It felt like the most fragile truth, one that I knew could slip away at any moment. Desperation clawed at me. I needed to write it down before it was too late—before I forgot even that. What a joke, I thought bitterly. Who in their right mind would expect a pen, let alone paper, in a place like this? This was no ordinary prison—it was a containment unit, cold and sterile, designed to strip you of everything, even your identity. And if, by some miracle, I did manage to find a way to write... would I even remember how? The thought sent a fresh wave of frustration crashing over me, but I couldn’t even process it. I didn’t know how to feel anymore. It was as if pieces of my life—my memories—were seeping through my skin, evaporating like mist. I could almost sense them drifting away, like my very essence was being drained. How do I remember who I really am? I thought, fear sinking its teeth deeper into my soul. I lay down, defeated, staring up at the ceiling, my body limp and heavy with despair. Suddenly, the heavily guarded door creaked open with a metallic groan, interrupting my thoughts. Two well-built men stepped into the room. The air around them was thick with authority, their movements sharp and precise. This wasn’t just a cell to them—they had called it a "containment unit," and that told me everything I needed to know. One of the men approached the bars, his heavy boots echoing off the stone floor. I watched, my muscles tensing involuntarily. He pulled out a syringe filled with a strange green liquid and, without hesitation, injected himself with it. The other guard followed suit, grimacing as the serum pulsed through his veins. They exchanged silent communication, their eyes locking in understanding. The second man—the one in black—nodded, retrieving a keycard from his pocket. He swiped it through the scanner with a loud beep, and the cell door hissed open, the heavy steel sliding aside. They both stepped inside, their grips tightening on me as they each grabbed one of my arms. I could feel their strength, but something inside me surged—a raw, untapped energy that vibrated through my veins. What power is this? My thoughts flickered, momentarily stunned by the sensation, but my body reacted on instinct. Suddenly, everything slowed. The air around me seemed to thicken, my senses heightened to an unnatural degree. I could feel their hands on me—heavy, calloused, iron-like—but beneath their strength, my own power stirred. It was like a deep, ancient beast waking from its slumber. My muscles tensed and coiled, responding to a force I didn’t recognize but somehow knew intimately. The guard on my left moved first, tightening his grip to drag me forward, but something snapped inside me. My arm shot out, faster than I thought possible, and in a fluid motion, I twisted his wrist, the bones cracking like dry wood under the pressure. He barely had time to scream before I spun around, using his own momentum to hurl him over my shoulder. Time seemed to freeze as his body arced through the air in a wide, slow-motion curve. His face, twisted in shock, was illuminated by the flickering red lights. When he crashed to the floor, the impact was seismic, shaking the entire room. Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling, and the sound of his body hitting the ground was like thunder, echoing in the confines of the cell. The second guard’s eyes widened as he processed what had just happened. He released my arm, scrambling to regain control. But I was already on him, moving with a speed and precision that shocked even me. My foot connected with his chest in a vicious kick that sent him flying backward like a rag doll. The force of it was unreal. He slammed into the bars with a sickening crunch, the metal bending under the sheer impact of his body. The bars groaned and shifted as the containment unit’s auto-lock system activated, responding to the force with blaring alarms. The red lights suddenly flashed with a renewed urgency, bathing the room in a violent, pulsing glow. The scene was painted in deep, blood-colored hues, transforming the cell into something out of a nightmare. The alarm blared, piercing the air with high-pitched shrieks that rattled through my bones. The entire room was vibrating with sound, a chaotic symphony of blaring sirens, creaking metal, and the heavy breathing of the guards—who now lay helpless at my feet. But I wasn’t focused on them anymore. Something had awakened in me. My heart pounded, the blood roaring in my ears like an untamed river. Energy, raw and electric, coursed through my veins, and it felt as though every fiber of my being was thrumming with power. My skin prickled, and my vision sharpened—colors more vivid, details more precise. I could see the sweat beading on the guards' foreheads, the small tremor in their fingers, the rise and fall of their chests as they struggled to breathe. I could even hear the faint hum of the containment unit’s electrical systems, a steady pulse in the background, as if the building itself was alive. I stood there, breathless, surrounded by the flashing red lights and the deafening alarms, my body vibrating with energy. I had flipped one guard like he weighed nothing, and the other had flown across the cell as though I had thrown him with the strength of a hundred men. And all of it—every move—had felt effortless. My gaze drifted to the twisted, mangled bars where the second guard had crashed. The containment unit was supposed to be an impenetrable fortress, and yet, in a matter of moments, I had turned it into a warzone. What am I? The thought buzzed in my mind, louder than the alarms, more real than the chaos unfolding around me. The guards groaned on the floor, broken but alive. And me? I stood there, a force of nature, the power within me thrumming like a storm, barely contained. This was no ordinary moment. I wasn’t just human anymore. Whatever I was now, it was something far more dangerous. TAP HERE