The city moved in slow motion.
Or maybe it was Melvin.
One second, a kid was about to get hit by a speeding SUV. The next, Melvin was there ,arms around the child, pulling him out of harm's way. Tires screamed behind them, metal twisted, glass shattered.
But Melvin was still.
Eyes wide. Breathing hard.
The world felt different now.
Everyone stared. The mother sobbed in shock, hugging her son tightly. The driver stumbled out, dazed and confused. But Melvin couldn't focus. His heart pounded like a drumline in his ears, and a high-pitched hum vibrated behind his eyes.
Then the darkness came.
And he dropped.
He woke up in a strange place.
Metal walls. A soft hum of energy. White lights beaming down from the ceiling.
Monitors pulsed quietly beside him.
Melvin sat up, holding his head.
"Easy," a calm voice said.
He looked up. There stood Professor Sting stoic, dark-eyed, hands behind his back. But there was something uncanny about him. The way he moved, like he wasn't fully real. Like he was projecting through something… distant.
"We've been tracking your case, Melvin," Sting said evenly. "Ever since the incident at AiC."
Melvin narrowed his eyes. "You tracked me?"
"Let's just say... we anticipated something would happen," Sting replied. "And it did."
Melvin swung his legs off the table. "So what now? You lock me up in some lab and poke me with needles?"
Sting didn't flinch. "No. I offer you control. A choice. Power like yours, untamed can be destructive. You've already seen the signs."
Melvin stood, his voice sharp. "I have a life. Friends. I'm not some lab rat you can leash."
"You saved a life, Melvin," Sting said softly. "But it doesn't end there. Your transformation has begun. The energy inside you it's unstable, unpredictable. You need help."
Melvin's eyes flickered. "And you think I should trust you with that?"
Sting nodded once. "I'm the only one who understands what you've become."
But Melvin didn't answer.
He left.
And he didn't look back.
In the days that followed, strange news trickled across the city.
A gang warehouse robbed in seconds. Bodies frozen mid-movement.
Surveillance footage showing a blur of motion. Impossible speeds.
One by one, petty criminals, corrupt cops, and old bullies were left broken ,some barely alive, others left in shattered silence.
People whispered.
A ghost. A phantom.
A reckoning.
Under the cracked neon lights of a ruined parking lot, Melvin waited.
He knew who would come.
And soon, the air shimmered.
A figure emerged ,Professor Sting, dressed in black, his face unreadable.
But something about him felt… off. Like he didn't quite belong.
Still, the voice was the same.
"You've been busy," Sting said.
Melvin smirked. "Cleaning up messes no one else would touch."
"This isn't justice," Sting replied. "It's revenge."
Melvin stepped forward. "You don't get to lecture me. Not when you watched this happen."
"I gave you a chance. A purpose. You threw it away."
"I made my choice."
Sting's expression hardened. "Then I'll stop you."
He turned to leave.
Melvin's voice dropped cold. "You're not walking away."
In a blink, he was in front of Sting.
The blow was brutal lightning-fast.
His hand plunged into Sting's chest.
The man gasped, collapsing to his knees, eyes wide in disbelief.
"P-Please…" he whispered, blood spilling from his lips.
Melvin crouched, staring down.
"No more speeches."
He twisted.
The body slumped to the ground, broken and twitching.
The lights above flickered.
Then went still.
[Post-Credit Scene]
In the AiC control room, alarms blared.
Technicians stared at the central monitor. A heartbeat line had gone flat.
"He… he killed Professor Sting," someone whispered.
From the shadows, a figure emerged.
Alive.
Unbroken.
The real Sting.
He stepped forward, voice ice-cold.
"He chose war."
[Silence.]
Sting turned to his command desk.
"Then we prepare for war…"
He pressed a button.
"Send in The Annihilation."