THE OLD FRIENDS

The cold, sterile walls of the high-security prison pulsated with a low hum as alarms echoed through the futuristic facility. In the heart of the maximum-security wing, where the most dangerous individuals were kept, a peculiar disturbance was unfolding.

In Cell Block Omega, a cylindrical chamber suspended in a state-of-the-art containment field, a transparent tube with a metal plate showing a name Adrian Novak. housed a man Strapped to a specialized medical bed with an oxygen mask on his face covering his full face, Novak's body was covered in intricate neural nodes and surrounded by pulsating energy fields. Tubes connected to his body, infusing him with a cocktail of futuristic sedatives as well as for his food to suppress his S-rank abilities. His eyes, however, glowed with an otherworldly intensity, hinting at the formidable power within.

A series of rapid, rhythmic beeps emanated from the control panel outside the cell as the security protocols started to glitch. The lights flickered, and the containment field wavered for a moment. The prison's artificial intelligence system, tasked with monitoring the inmates, struggled to comprehend the unforeseen breach.

Unbeknownst to the prison's security personnel, Adrian Novak's consciousness transcended the physical constraints of his restrained body. He closed his eyes, tapping into the vast reservoir of his abilities. The room around him began to blur as he delved into the realms of possible futures.

He saw potential paths unfolding before him – guards patrolling the corridor, surveillance drones hovering above, and the intricate network of security systems. Novak sifted through the chaotic web of probabilities, searching for the one path that would lead to his liberation.

As the alarms intensified, the tube that contained Novak began to ripple with energy. The sedatives, meant to keep him subdued, proved ineffective against the sheer force of his will. The neural nodes on his body glowed brighter, absorbing and redirecting the sedative's energy into a burst of power.

With a sudden surge, the containment field shattered, sending sparks flying across the cell. The transparent tube cracked open, and Novak's body floated in the zero-gravity field. Guards, alerted by the chaos, rushed towards the compromised cell, their weapons drawn.

Novak's eyes opened, glowing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. A shockwave rippled through the air as he harnessed his ability to manipulate time and space. The guards froze in their tracks, trapped in a suspended moment, unaware of the unfolding events.

Floating freely in the shattered remains of his prison, Novak charted a course through the frozen guards and breached the security doors. The alarms wailed, but time itself seemed to bend to his will. As he navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the prison, he glimpsed the myriad possibilities that lay ahead. "Just you Wait for me, Eren," Novak's voice hissed through clenched teeth, resonating with an ominous undertone that sent shivers through the air

""Hello, students" a cheery voice declared. "My name is Walter Anderson, and I will be your instructor for your first year." the whole class struggling to move even an inch looked toward the bearded man confused "As you might have noticed, none of you are able to move. This is because I have made this entire classroom my very own domain." As the students start to calm down the man says "First of all, this will be the first and last time each of you will visit this classroom, as all of our classes will be held in a very special area full of slinks and mutants." As fear took control of most students and the man enjoying teasing his new toys says in a condescending tone "Oh, for those of you who are unaware, slinks are monsters. Got it?"

Walter releases his ability, and the students regain self-control in the first few moments. This has made him known and feared by the class.

"Everyone is able to move again, I hope. So, let's go to our new wonderland," said Walter with an eerie smile on his face.

The students stood up, except for Airen, and started to follow the teacher. Intrigued by his teacher's ability, Airen began to think of different scenarios where he could win. However, Airen was interrupted by drops of water falling in front of him. As he looked up, he saw tears streaming down the red cheeks of a brown-haired girl.

Confused at this predicament, Airen asked the girl, "Why are you crying?" The girl responded in a very cheery voice, "Because I thought I killed you." Airen, now able to see her unusually colored eyes, remembered her as the bully from yesterday and remarked, "Oh yeah, you're the girl that was going to kill the that dude."

The girl explained, "That guy was harassing me and my friends. I only hit him because he was not leaving us alone, and I accidentally hit you."

"That was no accident. I deliberately made you punch me. You don't need to feel bad," Airen said to ease the girl's guilt. Trying to change the subject, Airen asked, "Funny coincidence that we are in the same class."

The girl replied, "Yeah, I actually saw you yesterday when you were beating that blind girl. By any chance, are you a sadist?" She added, "I don't mean to be rude, but you did go too far, even if she insulted you first."

Airen, attempting to be polite, answered, "I was trying to hold myself back from beating her like in the past..." Airen stopped, not wanting to reveal his violent history.

The girl figured out Airen's personality, saying, "Hmm, I thought as much. You're trying to repent for all your bullying and bad deeds, but your old classmates still hate you with a passion."

"Don't worry. I'm in the same boat. People hate me with a passion too, but for a whole different reason. Anyways, we should get going before that teacher comes back," Anna said, being a little friendly as she left with him to their new classroom.