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Chapter 5 - Class-D Rebellion

Chapter Five: Sparks of Rebellion

The blackout lingered longer than usual.

Neighbors cursed from open windows, kids cried in the dark, and old generators groaned awake one by one. Kirro slipped through the shadows, hood up, his heart pounding like it wanted to tear out of his chest.

He had done that. Him. One punch, one surge of red, and a whole block was blind.

He ducked into an abandoned stairwell, sparks still crawling across his fingers. Blue flickered when he thought of his family — their smiles, their tired faces, their hope. Red flared when he thought of the Agency, of the receptionist's smirk, of the word trash.

He flexed his hand. The colors danced like fire and ice.

"They follow me," he whispered. "My mood. My emotions."

He slammed his fist against the wall, the concrete cracking under a burst of red sparks. Too wild. Too hot. He took a breath, tried to calm himself, pictured Lira laughing at his dumb jokes — and the red softened, shifting into a steady, glowing blue.

His eyes widened. The blue was sharper. Cleaner. It felt… controllable.

"But the red's stronger," he muttered. He could still feel the burn in his knuckles. "It's power I can't leash. Not yet."

He leaned back against the wall, staring out the broken window at the glittering skyline of the Upper District. Their world never went dark. Their towers never lost power. Their streets never cracked.

"Heroes," he spat. "Agencies. All lies. They only fight for the people who can pay them."

The sparks buzzed louder.

"If I can't buy my way into their system, then screw their system. I don't want to be their kind of hero." He lifted his hand, sparks glowing bright against the dark. "I'll be the villain that breaks it. The one who makes them choke on their own rules."

The words left his mouth heavier than he expected. But they felt right.

He didn't feel weak anymore. He felt dangerous.

As the city above sparkled untouched, Kirro smiled for the first time that night. Not the nervous smile of a kid dreaming about escape.

But the grin of someone ready to set the fuse.

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