The news about a 13 year old murdering 30 police officers went viral. 'The family members of the police officers who were murdered unjustly were furious demanding an explanation. These news could be found in every newspaper. public opinion of Silas grew hostile, to ease them the government announced that Silas would be executed once he's caught.
Silas stared at his face on a newspaper for a while. Then tossed it away and walked away like he had seen nothing.
Silas evaded the police like an expert. He used thrown away cans to figure out what his ability can do. He did this mainly out of boredom.
He had learned a few things about his ability.
It wasn't a blade. It never had been.
The portal didn't cut—it removed. Whatever part of the body was caught inside it was simply gone once the space closed. Clean. Final.
He practiced carefully, testing its limits in abandoned places. Smaller portals. Slower closures. Precision.
Teleportation came easier than expected. Once he understood the feeling—the pull, the fold—moving himself from place to place felt almost natural.
Too natural.
That explained his father's death, too. When he poured more power into the portal, it didn't transport—it dragged. Twisted. Crushed what it couldn't take whole.
Understanding this didn't make him feel better.
It only made him calmer.
And that scared him.
His teleportation ability made it a little too convenient to live on the run. He wandered the streets aimlessly.
He didn't feel like he was on a run he was calm. He stole and ate when he was hungry everything was convenient, but the emptiness inside him was consuming him. He felt like the world was running fast in a track . Which he was struggling with standing on the track
As months passed by Silas agitation only grew . He started talking big risks finding ways to kill time. 6 months had passed yet he had no motivation or a purpose.
As days passed Silas always felt like there was an extra pair of eyes watching him. He didn't care about it for now ,as he was dying of boredom. He Finn decided that he'd rather turn himself to the police than live hit and run kind of life.
Six's months had passed,and Silas became famous again. This time he got famous for surviving against all odds. He became an urban legend, a hot topic among teenagers.
After killing the lady he no longer felt like himself, he felt inhumane .
Silas sat beneath a tree, sipping soda from a dented can, staring out at the open sky. He wasn't happy. He wasn't sad. Just... present.
"Enjoying the view?"
His body tensed instantly.
He hadn't heard footsteps.
The voice belonged to a girl about his age. Platinum-blonde hair, red eyes that caught the light in an unsettling way. She looked thin—too thin—but relaxed, like she had nothing to fear.
Silas didn't lower his guard.
"Don't worry," she said flatly. "I'm not reporting you."
"Why?" he asked.
"I was sent here."
That answer alone made his stomach twist.
"How did you find me?" he asked. "I didn't follow any patterns."
She shrugged. "I've been following you for a while."
Silas flinched before he could stop himself.
She was watching him closely now—every breath, every shift of weight.
"Then why?" he pressed.
"My boss wants you."
Before he could respond, a strange sensation crept up his legs.Silas stiffened.
Something invisible loosened its grip and slithered away.
"You were immobilized," she said calmly. "I turned it off."
He forced his expression to remain neutral.
"Is my mother safe?" he asked.
"Yes."
The bluntness in her voice made him believe it.
She exhaled. "I'm not from the government."
"An illegal organization, then."
"Not exactly. We work for them—but they don't control us."
Silas frowned. The explanation didn't sit right.
She continued anyway."We handle what the government doesn't want its name attached to. Other organizations. Ability users who step out of line. That way, the public stays calm."
"So ability users take the blame," Silas murmured.
She paused. "Not always."
Then she looked straight at him.
"Why did you kill them?"
Silas hesitated. Just long enough.
"They were shooting at me."
It wasn't the whole truth.
She studied him in silence, as if weighing something unseen.
Finally, she spoke again.
"That institute you were supposed to be sent to?"
She said . "You dodged a fate worse than death."
Silas listened.
When she finished, one thing was clear.
Whatever waited for him now was dangerous.
But it was still better than a public execution.
Silas stood.
"I'll go with you."