Kael

i Work inside a government containment facility as a soldier meant to kill immediately if things go wrong and scientists work with projects they call Eclipse because they are all beautiful and they are built around a glass tube that holds 000. Every shift I stand outside it under harsh white lights that reflect off the curved chamber, making everything feel too clean for something this dangerous. Inside, he floats in thick suspension fluid, tall and motionless, lean muscle visible through the distortion like his body was built for another planet. He’s beautiful so breathtaking it doesn’t feel safe. Too perfect, too calm, like something destructive is just waiting beneath the surface. They say his ability is unstable time, minds, decay, something none of us fully understand. He’s strong enough to erase everything if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He’s very strong He barely uses it. He doesn’t resist, doesn’t fight. Just stays there, quiet, like he already accepted the cage. And that’s what scares them most not what he’s done, but what he might become if he wanted too. They labeled him 000. Termination class. Something meant to be erased. But I named him Felix. He didn’t have anything before that just a number, just a warning. And it matched him We’re not allowed to get attached, not allowed to feel anything, but I already broke that rule. He doesn’t understand it though. He says things too simply he blurts out things we do that are forbidden like none of it is forbidden, like closeness isn’t dangerous here. And every time I place my hand on the glass, he reacts instantly. His eyes open slowly, then lock onto mine like he felt me before he even saw me. A soft smile forms, quiet and real. Like I’m the only thing in this place that reaches him. I know what he is. I know what he could do. But I still stay right there, hand against the glass, knowing they’re not just afraid of him… they’re afraid of what happens to people like me when we get too close.