Chapter 5 – The Night He Left
Two weeks later, the glow came back.
This time, it wasn't just on him.
At the hospital waiting room, he saw the same colors around everyone — blues, reds, yellows, and dark blacks that drifted like smoke.
A little girl coughing had green mist curling around her throat.The old man across from her had none.
He blinked. Still there.
When he reached out his hand, the smoke moved.
It slid toward his palm — slow, alive — like it knew him.
Then pain.Sharp, white, endless.
His chest seized.He collapsed.
Nurses rushed over.Alarms screamed.His mom screamed louder.
He caught flashes — Tanya crying.His dad frozen.His little brother whispering,
"Don't go, Timmy… please don't go."
And then — silence.
Black.
No light.No sound.No Ultra Buff.No city noise.
For the first time in forever, he wasn't in pain.
Warm.Peaceful.
Then, faintly — a voice:
SYSTEM ACTIVATING…USER: TIMOTHY WREN.CONDITION: TERMINAL — OVERRIDDEN.WELCOME TO THE SUPERHERO SYSTEM.