{Opening - "Save Me"}

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Location: United States of America, Texas, High School.

3rd Person Pov

The hallway outside the classroom was crowded with students, all whispering in nervous, hushed tones. Some were still trying to process what had happened, while others were more focused on their phones, already recording footage of the aftermath. Word had spread fast-Krison Mason, the quiet new kid from Botswana, had summoned a tank right in the middle of class.

The doors to the classroom were locked now, and no one had entered or left. Mrs. Langford was talking to the principal, her voice shaky and filled with disbelief. Security guards were scattered throughout the hallway, looking out for any signs of danger, but it was clear that they were just as confused as everyone else.

Krison sat alone on the cold tile floor in the principal's office, his knees drawn up to his chest, his head buried in his hands. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, and a slight tremor of fear rattled through him as he replayed the events in his head.

What just happened? Why did the tank appear? His heart pounded in his chest, and every little noise made him jump. He never asked for this. He never wanted to hurt anyone. His powers had just manifested-out of nowhere, right in front of everyone.

"Krison, you're lucky no one got hurt," the principal, Mr. Reynolds, said, his voice cold and serious. He stood across from Krison, arms crossed tightly, but his expression was more concerned than angry.

Krison didn't look up. His mind felt like it was still spinning in a whirlwind. He couldn't focus. Couldn't breathe properly. The room felt too small, and the silence pressing in on him was suffocating.

"I didn't mean to do it, sir," Krison mumbled. His voice trembled. "I swear. I just-I didn't know I could do that. I didn't mean to..."

"Relax, Krison," Mr. Reynolds replied, his tone softer now. "I'm not here to punish you, but we need to figure out what's going on. That wasn't normal. And we need answers."

At that moment, the door to the office opened with a loud creak. Mrs. Langford stepped inside, her face pale and worried. Behind her, two men in sharp suits entered-a tall, stern-looking man with glasses and a woman carrying a tablet. They both radiated an unsettling sense of authority.

"These are government officials," Mrs. Langford said, her voice shaking. "They've come to... help us understand what happened."

Krison's heart sank. He knew what that meant-he'd read about government agencies that dealt with supernatural phenomena and powers. The realization hit him like a freight train: They're here for me.

"Krison Mason," the man with the glasses began, his voice flat and official. "I'm Agent Thompson, and this is Agent Wells." He gestured to the woman with the tablet. "We need to ask you a few questions about what happened today."

Krison looked up at them, his eyes wide. He didn't want to talk to them. He didn't want anyone to know about his powers. They were terrifying. Uncontrollable. If they found out everything, they might lock him away, experiment on him, or even...

"Don't be afraid, Krison," Agent Wells said, her voice calm but firm. She lowered her tablet and smiled at him. "We're not here to hurt you. We're just trying to understand what's going on."

"I... I don't understand it either," Krison whispered. His voice cracked. "I didn't mean to summon that tank. It just... happened. I can't control it. I don't even know how it works."

Agent Thompson studied him for a moment, his gaze sharp but not unkind. "Tell us exactly what happened. From the beginning."

Krison swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He looked down at his hands, which were still shaking. "I was just talking about tanks, you know, for my presentation. I was talking about the M1 Abrams and military technology. I didn't... I didn't even think about it. But when I talked about it, I just... felt it. Like, like I had to show them. Then, it just... it came. The tank just appeared."

He paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I didn't ask for it. I didn't even know I could do that."

Agent Wells glanced at Agent Thompson, who nodded slightly. "That's what we suspected," Wells said, her voice gentle but still authoritative. "We believe your abilities are tied to strong emotions or desires. The tank appeared because you were focused on it. And because of the way it came through, we think you've been unknowingly tapping into some sort of latent power-maybe even something that's been with you for a long time."

Krison's mind raced. Latent power? He'd never felt powerful before-just an ordinary kid who was a little strange. And now, suddenly, he could summon military forces? He could feel it building up inside him, and the thought terrified him.

"I'm not dangerous," Krison said, his voice pleading. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want this!"

Mrs. Langford knelt beside him, her face soft with concern. "Krison, no one thinks you're dangerous. You just need to learn to control it. We'll help you, okay?"

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway outside. The door opened, and the principal's assistant poked his head inside. "Mr. Reynolds, we have a situation. The media has gotten wind of the incident, and they're starting to gather outside. We need to address them before things get out of hand."

Krison's heart sank further. The media? He was going to be on TV? They'd call him a freak, a danger. He could already hear the headlines in his mind: Boy Summons Tank at School-What Happens Next?

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Agent Thompson stood up, his expression hardening. "We'll handle the media. But Krison, we need to take you somewhere where we can get more answers. You're not in trouble, but we need to figure out exactly what you can do-and how to control it."

Krison wanted to run. He wanted to escape, to hide somewhere where no one could find him. But he knew he had no choice. The fear of the unknown gripped him, and he was terrified of what would happen next.

As the agents led him out of the office, Krison glanced back at Mrs. Langford. She gave him a reassuring smile, but it did little to calm his nerves.

"Don't worry, Krison," she said softly. "We'll figure this out together."

As Krison was escorted down the hallway, the weight of the world seemed to press down on him. He had no idea what was coming next, but one thing was for sure: his life would never be the same again.

{To Be Continue}

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Next Chapter: Aftermath Pt.2