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[Smallville Season 1 Opening]

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Location: United States of America, Site Crown - Temporary Containment & Evaluation Facility.

3rd Person Pov

Three Week Later after the classroom incident, the observers decided they could no longer wait. Even since there's no error or accident from Krison in the observation wing. Meaning they're could test his powers in the field. Krison was led from his reinforced room into a large, underground testing chamber deep beneath Site Crown. The room was wide, empty, and heavily reinforced, with thick concrete walls, blast-resistant observation windows, and multiple high-speed cameras. Colonel Jason Richter, Dr. Lena Voss, A scientist who was assigned to study him, and several silent military personnel watched from behind the glass.

Test 1

Krison stood alone in the center of the chamber wearing a plain gray jumpsuit (Which is not his style). His glasses kept sliding down his nose and put it back in. He looked small under the bright overhead lights. Dr. Voss’s voice came through a speaker.

Dr. Voss: [Speaker] Krison… My name is Dr. Lena Voss, we need you to try and summon something small. Not a tank. Not a vehicle. Just one object. Something simple that you know very well. Can you do that for us?

Krison: *Nervous and Nodded* Y-Yeah.... I'll t-try.

Krison’s hands were shaking, He closed his eyes and tried to focus the way he did when he played games or painted his models. He pictured one of the smallest things in his collection — a single 1:64 scale Hot Wheels car. Specifically, a red 1969 Chevrolet Camaro he had owned since he was nine. He knew every curve of it. Every detail.

The pressure behind his eyes returned, heavier than before. For a moment nothing happened. Then the air in front of him distorted, like heat rising off asphalt. A soft crack of displaced air echoed through the chamber. When the distortion cleared, a perfect, full-sized, real red 1969 Chevrolet Camaro sat on the concrete floor in front of him.

Not a toy. Not a model. A complete, functional car. The headlights were off. The engine was silent. But it was solid metal, rubber, and glass. The doors could open. The interior was fully detailed. It even had a faint new-car smell mixed with the scent of hot metal that always seemed to accompany his summons.

Krison... on the other hand, stared at it, breathing hard. His nose had started to bleed slightly. Which felt incredibly dizzy and the Rising pressure.

Behind the glass, the observers were silent for several seconds. Dr. Voss was writing her notes and surprised that he did it..... But seeing a functional car was surprising.

Jason: He didn’t just make a model… He made a real car.

Dr. Voss was already scribbling notes, eyes wide with a mixture of scientific excitement and unease. Krison wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and looked up at the observation window. His voice was quiet and tired.

Krison: *Tired* I only wanted the little one….

That was the first official test. A single red Camaro — permanent, real, and fully functional — sitting in the middle of a military testing chamber, proving that even when Krison tried to keep things small, his power did not understand the difference between a toy and the real thing.

Test 2

Two days after the Camaro incident, the observers decided to push further. Krison was once again brought into the underground testing chamber. The red Chevrolet still sat in a secured vehicle bay elsewhere in the facility — permanent proof of what he could do. This time, the atmosphere behind the observation glass was heavier. Colonel Hale stood with his arms crossed. Dr. Lena Voss had a tablet ready. More armed personnel were present than before. Krison stood in the center of the chamber, looking even smaller than last time. He had barely slept. Dr. Voss’s voice came through the speaker, calmer than she felt.

Dr. Voss: [Speaker] Krison… this time we want you to try something from one of your games. Something alive. Infantry. if you can. Just a few soldiers. Nothing larger. Can you try?

Krison’s mouth went dry. He knew exactly what they meant. The conscripts & The GI’s from RA2. The troops he had ordered around on screen for years without ever thinking of them as real.

The air in the chamber distorted. A sharp series of cracks echoed as reality bent. When the distortion cleared, three men stood in the middle of the room. They were real. Each wore the exact brown uniform of a Soviet conscript from Red Alert 2. Each carried a functional AK-47-style rifle. Their boots scuffed against the concrete.

They blinked, confused, breathing, looking around the strange white chamber with wide eyes. One of them muttered something in Russian. Another raised his rifle slightly out of instinct before freezing when he saw the observation windows and the armed guards beyond the glass.

Krison staggered backward, blood already running from his nose. His legs tremble. He couldn't take such energy in his body. The three conscripts turned toward him. For a moment they seemed to recognize him as their commander — the same way units in the game would respond to the player. One of them gave a nervous, automatic salute. Behind the glass, the room had gone completely silent. Colonel Jason’s voice was low and tight.

Jason: *Surprised* Sweet jesus, They’re… alive.

He said in the shock expression, It feels like someone could cheat codes or Sandbox. But this...... is breaking the law of psychic. Dr. Voss stared at her readings, then at the three soldiers who had not existed thirty seconds earlier.

Dr. Voss: Vital signs are normal. Fully physical. They’re not projections..... And they're humans.

Jason: Dear God. Imagine the soldiers are born and ready for conflict. If the foreign powers like Russia, China & the terrorist WLF found out about him.... Shit, World War 3.

One of the conscripts looked at Krison and spoke in accented English, voice uncertain.

Conscript: Comrade… where are we? What are our orders?

Krison’s face went pale. He shook his head rapidly, backing away until his shoulders hit the wall.

Krison: *Dizzy* I don’t know......... I don’t know-

The strain hit him harder than before. His knees buckled, and he slid down to the floor, glasses crooked, blood dripping onto the front of his jumpsuit. The three summoned soldiers remained standing, real and permanent, waiting for commands from a terrified 13-year-old boy who had never wanted to be responsible for anyone’s life.

Jason called the medic help Krison. The medical team carry krison and take to the medical bay. That was the second test. It proved two things the observers had feared. Krison could create living, thinking soldiers. And he had almost no control over what came next.

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Next Chapter: The Meeting

(A/N: 1200 Words bois. The chapter soon.)