{Smallville Opening Credit}

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Location: Unknown

3rd Person Pov

Krison sat in the back of a sleek, black van, his hands pressed tightly against his knees. The interior was sterile, devoid of any warmth, and the seats were stiff, as if designed for someone who wasn't supposed to be comfortable. A low hum of the engine vibrated through the vehicle's frame, but the sound did little to calm the storm brewing inside his chest.

Agent Thompson and Agent Wells sat across from him, both silent as the city blurred past the tinted windows. Their stoic expressions said it all: this was serious. The world they were about to enter wasn't one Krison had ever imagined, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it.

The world he knew-his school, his friends, his family-was gone. In its place was this unfamiliar, cold reality. Krison had no idea where they were taking him, or why he was going along with it, but deep down, he understood: he had no choice.

"Where are we going?" Krison finally asked, his voice rough from the silence. He wasn't sure if he wanted the answer. Every part of him wanted to believe this was all a nightmare, and that he'd wake up back in his bedroom, safe and sound.

Agent Wells glanced at him from the front seat, her eyes softening. "You're not the first person with powers like yours, Krison. There are facilities-places where we can help you understand what's happening to you. Places where you'll be safe."

Krison leaned back against the seat, biting his lip to keep from shouting. "Safe? You call this safe?" His voice cracked with frustration. "You're taking me somewhere I don't even know, and all you're telling me is I'll be 'safe'? How do you know?"

Agent Thompson shifted in his seat, his gaze meeting Krison's through the rearview mirror. "Because we've seen people like you before. And we've kept them safe. Not just from others, but from themselves. From the danger they don't know they're capable of."

Krison wanted to argue, but the words stuck in his throat. What if they were right? What if his powers could hurt someone again? He'd barely been able to control the tank, and that was just the beginning. What else could he do if he lost control? Could he summon something worse?

The weight of it all pressed down on him like a thousand tons. And for a brief moment, he considered running. But where would he go? Who could he trust?

The van came to a sudden stop, breaking Krison's spiraling thoughts. His stomach lurched as the door slid open, revealing a stark, concrete facility. The building was large-too large to be a regular government building. It looked like something out of a movie, the type of place people were sent to disappear, where secrets were kept behind thick walls.

The air outside was colder than he expected. A stiff breeze tugged at his jacket, but it did little to shake the fear that had settled inside him.

"Come on," Agent Wells said, her voice firm as she stepped out of the van. "We'll take you inside. The sooner we get you settled, the sooner we can start working on controlling your abilities."

Krison hesitated, looking back at the van, the dim streetlights casting long shadows. For a brief second, he almost ran. But the thought of being caught, of being taken back to whatever he had just escaped, stopped him cold.

He had no choice but to follow.

Inside the facility, the walls were even more oppressive-gray concrete and fluorescent lighting everywhere. There were no windows, only long hallways lined with steel doors. It was like walking into a prison, even though no bars were visible.

Agent Wells led him down one of the halls, stopping in front of a door marked with a simple label: Training Room 17. She turned to Krison with a serious expression. "This is where we'll begin. There's a training program here designed to help you control your powers, teach you to use them safely."

Krison's heart raced again. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be here. It felt wrong, like he was being shoved into a box that he couldn't escape from.

"What kind of training?" Krison asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's not just physical training," Agent Thompson replied, walking up beside him. "We'll work on the psychological side too-how to manage the emotions that trigger your abilities. It's a lot to take in, but you'll have the support of experts who've helped others with powers like yours."

Krison looked up at the steel door, the feeling of being trapped crawling up his spine. "And if I don't want to stay here? If I don't want to go through this?"

"Then you'd be putting yourself-and others-at risk," Wells answered simply. "You've already shown what you can do when you're not in control. Imagine what could happen if it escalates and you lose control again."

The words hit harder than Krison expected. He felt his body stiffen, the weight of his situation pressing down on him.

Agent Wells opened the door, motioning for him to step inside. "We can help you, Krison. But you need to be willing to take the first step. It's the only way you'll learn to control your powers."

Krison hesitated, his breath shallow as he stared at the room beyond the door. He had no idea what lay inside or what kind of training they would make him go through. But it was clear that he couldn't go back. The world had changed, and he had to adapt.

Slowly, he stepped inside.

The room was a stark contrast to the outside. It was lined with soft mats, and there were large, padded barriers along the walls. It looked like a gym, but with a sense of sterile, military precision. In the center of the room stood a few different instructors-most of them looking calm and focused, but all exuding a sense of power that Krison could feel just from their presence.

One of them, a tall woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense expression, stepped forward. "Welcome to your new reality, Krison," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "We're here to make sure you don't become a threat to yourself or anyone else."

Krison glanced around, trying to read their faces, but the unease in his chest didn't go away.

"Let's get started," the woman continued. "We'll begin with some basic exercises to help you understand the limits of your abilities. You're not going to learn everything in a day, but you'll start to see how to control what you can do. It's a process."

Krison nodded slowly, though his mind was still in a whirlwind. Is this really what I want? But as he looked around the room, a strange feeling settled in. Maybe this was his only chance. If he didn't learn to control his powers, he might end up hurting someone. He couldn't live with that.

The door behind him clicked shut, and Krison stood alone in the center of the room, facing the reality that his life was no longer his own. It was time to embrace what he had become-and learn how to live with it.

The first lesson began, and with it, Krison's journey into the unknown.

{To Be Continue}

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