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ocation: Facility Unknown

3rd Person Pov

It had only been two days since Krison Mason stepped into the high-security facility, yet the world outside had already begun to buzz with the aftermath of his school incident. He wasn’t sure how, but the media machine had already latched onto his story, spinning it into something far bigger than his accidental display of power. News outlets were calling it the “Tank Incident,” while others speculated wildly about who Krison was and why he had the ability to summon military equipment from thin air.

Krison stood in the center of the training room, feeling the weight of his powers again as the instructors moved through their drills. But his mind was elsewhere. His abilities were still new, unrefined, but now there was something else growing inside him—something darker, heavier. The media had turned him into a spectacle, a weapon, a living mystery. And it wasn’t just the headlines; it was the questions, the stares from the few people who’d seen him pass by.

TV News Screen

The screen flickers, switching to a news anchor in a dimly lit studio.

Anchor (Sarah Mitchell): Good evening, and welcome to Prime News. In a shocking turn of events, a 12-year-old boy from Texas, identified as Krison Mason, has caused a nationwide stir after what’s being called the Tank Incident. During a routine school presentation, Mason reportedly summoned a fully operational Abrams tank in the middle of his classroom, causing panic among students and teachers. The U.S. government has yet to release a full statement regarding the situation, but sources confirm that Mason has been taken into protective custody under government supervision. Authorities are also investigating the boy's extraordinary powers, which appear to be linked to advanced military equipment.

The screen cuts to footage of the school, with police cars parked outside and students being escorted out by law enforcement. News cameras flash as they capture the aftermath of the event.

Anchor (Sarah Mitchell): Sources from within the Department of Homeland Security have indicated that Mason’s abilities might not be isolated. They suggest there may be other children with similar powers, but authorities are remaining tight-lipped for now. Meanwhile, conspiracy theories are spreading online, with some claiming that Mason is part of a government experiment gone wrong. We’ll continue to monitor this developing story.

Cut to an interview with a local teacher, shaking in front of the camera.

Teacher Mrs. Douglas: It was… it was terrifying. I’ve never seen anything like it. One minute, he was giving a presentation, and the next, the whole room was filled with smoke, and there was this huge tank... I didn’t know what was happening.

Krison stared at the screen, his fists clenching at his sides. He couldn’t believe how fast things had escalated. This wasn’t just about a mistake or an accident anymore—it was national news. His face was now associated with a terrifying weapon, and people were speculating about his powers as though he were some kind of freak, an enigma to be studied or controlled. He had become a symbol of something unknown, and he hated it.

In the facility, Agent Wells and Agent Thompson had been keeping a close eye on the media reports. They understood the implications. The government had already classified Krison’s case as a matter of national security. The more attention he attracted, the more dangerous it became—for Krison and everyone around him.

Agent Wells: We need to isolate him even more. This is getting out of hand. If the media gets too much of a lead, the wrong people will take an interest.

Agent Thompson: The more we hide him, the more questions it raises. The public is already speculating. If we control the narrative, we might still be able to protect him from becoming a target.

The tension was rising, and the pressure weighed on Krison’s shoulders as he moved between the grueling training sessions. The instructors continued to push him, asking him to summon small items at first—military tech, simple drones, even trucks. But every time he succeeded, his nerves shattered more. What would happen if he summoned something bigger? Something uncontrollable?

The door to the training room swung open, and one of the instructors entered, his face grim.

Instructor (Marcus): Krison, you need to see this.

Krison followed him through the long hallway, the sound of his shoes echoing off the cold concrete. They stopped in front of a TV that was mounted to the wall in a small lounge area. Krison’s stomach churned as he saw himself again on the screen. This time, it was a different station, but the report was the same—his image was everywhere, now tied to the military-grade technology he had summoned, with speculation mounting about whether he was the future of warfare.

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The anchor switches to a new broadcast.

Anchor (Michael Davis): Reports are coming in that Krison Mason, the young boy from Texas who summoned an Abrams tank at his school, may not be the only one with powers like this. Experts are now warning that there could be other children with extraordinary abilities, and the question on everyone’s mind is: Is this the beginning of a new arms race? Or perhaps an unknown threat?”

Cut to an expert panel discussing Krison’s case.

Expert 1 (Dr. Elijah Blackwood): Krison Mason’s abilities are unprecedented. Summoning a tank of that caliber at such a young age suggests a very deep connection to advanced military tech—whether by accident or design. If this is the beginning of a larger trend, we need to approach it carefully. We could be dealing with something we’re not prepared for.”

Krison’s breath hitched in his throat as he watched the expert on TV continue his speech. It was becoming clear that Krison wasn’t just a child with powers—he was a threat, in the eyes of the world. The words the experts were using, the way they spoke about him as if he were a weapon… it was like they had already written his future for him.

Instructor Marcus turned to him, his expression sympathetic but firm. “Krison, you need to understand that this media storm is only going to get worse. You’re not just some kid anymore—you’ve been labeled. People are afraid of what they don’t understand.”

Krison felt the bitterness rise in his throat. “What am I supposed to do about it?” he asked, his voice small but filled with anger. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t choose this!”

Marcus sighed deeply. “You’re right. You didn’t ask for this. But now that it’s happening, you need to be ready. The people outside are scared, and some of them will want to control you. Others will want to use you. It’s up to you whether you let them.”

Krison glanced back at the TV screen, where another expert was explaining how the military might use his powers to their advantage. He gritted his teeth, a fire burning inside him.

“I’m not a weapon,” Krison muttered under his breath. “I’m just… just a kid.”

Later that night, alone in his quarters, Krison tried to push the images of his face plastered across the news out of his mind. But they kept coming back, replaying like a nightmare. The weight of the world had already fallen on his shoulders, and the question lingered in the air: Could he escape it?

His powers were real. The military knew it. The government knew it. And now the world knew it too. Krison’s only choice was to decide whether he would be the one to define his own future—or whether he would be defined by others.

As Krison lay on his bed, staring up at the sterile ceiling, a single thought echoed through his mind, one that both terrified and empowered him:

The world was watching. And if they thought he was a weapon... then maybe it was time to show them what he was really capable of.

{To Be Continue}

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