{Chapter: 012 - Chaos Beneath Neon Skies}
The film never made it clear exactly when the story began. There was no opening timestamp, no conveniently placed newspaper headline announcing the date. It simply dropped the viewer into the middle of a chaotic world full of gifted individuals—each harboring powers that defied logic and challenged reality.
Now, walking down the crowded, neon-lit streets of Hong Kong, Aiden was faced with the same uncertainty. The air buzzed with city life—horns honking, chatter in multiple languages, the aroma of street food wafting between tight alleyways—but beneath all of that, Aiden could feel something strange. Something that didn't belong.
The countdown had begun the moment he entered this plane. Twelve hours. That was all the time he had here. Not a second more. And judging by the tension in the atmosphere, Aiden was certain the plot had already begun… or was about to explode into motion at any moment.
He had to move fast.
The world of Push was divided between three major factions:
The first was the group of protagonists, led by a young man named Nick and his psychic ally, the girl named Cassie—both entangled in a desperate search for a vial of serum that could unlock or enhance superpowers.
The second was the Division, a secretive government organization hunting down powered individuals, using and experimenting on them like lab rats.
And the third… the most unpredictable faction of all… was a Chinese triad, a crime family comprised of a father with unknown abilities, twin brothers who wielded destructive soundwave attacks, and a younger sister, a cold and seductive prophet who could see the future—the infamous Pop girl.
Aiden's mission was simple, but far from easy:
Devour more than three abilities before time runs out.
And yet there was one problem he couldn't ignore—Prophets.
Seers. Watchers. Oracles. Call them what you will, but in this world, they are dangerous.
They didn't fight with fists or fire. They fought with foresight.
They could see a dozen steps ahead, manipulate others without lifting a finger, and avoid death just by knowing it was coming.
Aiden couldn't afford to play by the rules. If he wanted to consume powers in this world, he'd have to start by eliminating the threat of prophecy.
"There are two major prophets here," Aiden muttered to himself as he turned into a quieter side street, scanning the crowd with a predator's focus. "Cassie—the young girl on the protagonist's side, and the Pop girl from the Triad."
Cassie had a noble heart. She wanted to save her mother from the Division. She was chasing after a man named Nick, hoping to retrieve the special serum currently in the hands of Kira—an escapee from the Division and another powered individual.
But the Pop girl… she was different. Arrogant. Cruel. Beautiful. Dangerous.
"If they can see the future… can they see me?" Aiden asked himself, the question lingering ominously in his thoughts. "Better to strike first."
His cold musing was interrupted when his gaze locked onto a familiar figure.
Leaning casually near a street food cart, barking in rough Cantonese to the vendor, was a man with slicked-back hair and a face only a mother could love. His posture was cocky, his voice slightly nasal—and unmistakable.
One of the Bleeders.
The sonic scream brothers.
If he was nearby… then perhaps the rest of the Triad wasn't far off. Or maybe they had split up to cover more ground. Either way, it didn't matter. Aiden had found his first target.
A crooked smile spread across his face as he casually approached the man. His footsteps were light, his presence calculated to seem harmless—just another foreigner lost in Hong Kong's maze-like streets.
"Hey man, you got a lighter?" Aiden asked, tapping the Bleeder's shoulder with the tone of someone looking to light a smoke.
The man turned slightly, annoyed, one eyebrow raised.
Before he could speak, Aiden gave him a charming grin and held up a lighter of his own—John's lighter—flipping the switch and producing a soft, steady flame.
"Oh, right… silly me. Looks like I had one all along," Aiden chuckled.
Then his smile darkened.
"Your little sister's a Watcher, right? She sees the future. I've always wondered—did she see this coming?"
"What are you—"
The Bleeder didn't finish his sentence.
He opened his mouth, instinctively preparing to unleash a sonic wave of destruction—but Aiden was already ahead of him.
With a flick of his fingers, the flame from the lighter moved—lifted by invisible will, twisted by raw pyrokinetic force—and flew directly into the Bleeder's open mouth.
There was a muffled shriek, then a sputtering cough of smoke as the man staggered backward, choking, his throat scorched from the inside.
"No more screaming today," Aiden whispered.
With inhuman strength, he grabbed the Bleeder by the collar and slammed him into the narrow alley behind the cart. The man's legs kicked, but Aiden pressed forward, his grip like iron.
"Don't bother struggling. Be a good little weapon and maybe I'll make your death painless," he whispered into the man's ear.
Aiden's mind was focused, his tone cold. His fingers tightened.
The Bleeder gurgled, eyes wide with pain and confusion, still trying to recover from the burning sensation in his throat.
"You should thank me. You'll be the first," Aiden said with a smile devoid of warmth. "The first gift this world will give me."
He let the silence stretch for a moment as he dragged the man deeper into the alley.
Then Aiden leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms casually, as if he were merely waiting for a friend.
"Now let's see if your dear little sister saw this moment coming," he mused aloud. "I'll give her… five minutes."
He glanced up toward the sky, a few rays of light filtering between the alley walls.
"If she doesn't come… then your power's mine."
The clock had started ticking. The stage was set.
After that, Aiden didn't waste another word on his victim. He simply leaned against the grimy alley wall and began to flick the lighter open and shut, the flame dancing hypnotically with each click. A soft whoosh would accompany the flame's brief life, casting warm glows on Aiden's expressionless face before vanishing again.
Time ticked by.
Five minutes. Just long enough for a prophet to intervene.
But no one came.
The alley was still. The silence, broken only by distant traffic and the occasional murmur of the crowd beyond the alley mouth, stretched unnaturally thin.
Aiden finally sighed, the corner of his lips curling upward—not in amusement, but in a quiet, disappointed smirk. He tilted his head and stared into the bleeder's terrified eyes.
"It's a pity. I really thought she might come for you. I guess... she either couldn't see it coming, or she simply doesn't care enough." Aiden's voice dropped to a whisper, almost tender. "Either way… you can die now."
Before the man could even struggle, Aiden's hand clamped around his throat with unnatural strength. His devouring ability surged forth in an instant. The bleeder's body tensed, spasmed—and then went limp. There was no scream, no dramatic resistance. Just the silent theft of power.
Aiden stood still for a moment, absorbing the afterglow of the process. He could feel it. The power of high-pitched sonic vibrations now flowed within him, like a new chord added to his internal symphony.
"Huh... interesting," he muttered to himself, flexing his fingers. "That felt smoother than before. No resistance at all. Was it because of the system upgrade? Or maybe… the Evil Path bonus is working overtime."
He considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Whatever the case… I like it."
Aiden glanced down at the unconscious body at his feet—no, not unconscious. The bleeder's chest still rose and fell, but faintly. Curious, Aiden tilted his head, took a deep breath, and decided to test his newly acquired power.
He opened his mouth wide—and screamed.
No, not screamed. What came out was something more primal, more dangerous. A concentrated burst of sound erupted from his throat in a violent wave. The very air seemed to ripple with the intensity of it.
BANG!
The alley quaked.
Shards of glass rained down from nearby windows, shattering in a cacophony that echoed far into the street. A car alarm went off somewhere. Strangers gasped and looked around nervously, unsure of what had just happened some even started running.
As for the bleeder? He writhed on the ground in agony, hands clawing at his ears. Blood seeped from the edges of his mouth, eyes, and ears—his body convulsing in pure pain before going completely still.
Aiden lowered his head slightly, feeling the resonance in his chest fade. A pleased expression lingered on his face.
"Not bad at all," he murmured. "Not flashy, but it gets the job done."
With that, he calmly dusted off his sleeves and stepped out of the alley. The street beyond had returned to its normal bustle—vendors shouting, neon signs flashing, steam rising from food stalls.
Aiden made his way to a rickety outdoor noodle stand just beside the alley. He sat down like a regular customer, nodded to the old man behind the counter, and ordered a bowl of steaming beef noodles.
As the smell hit him, he closed his eyes briefly, savoring the aroma. He twirled the chopsticks thoughtfully as he ate, taking slow, deliberate bites.
But he wasn't there to enjoy the food.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the others.
If the bleeder had been here, then surely the rest of the Triad couldn't be far behind. The sound attack earlier wasn't exactly subtle—it would be impossible for them not to notice it. Unless… they already knew.
Aiden glanced toward the alley, his gaze narrowing slightly.
'Strange… No reaction. No rush to defend him. Are they not nearby? Or... is the prophet already aware of what happened and chose not to act?'
It wasn't out of the question. Prophets were always a thorny issue. Their visions of the future gave them unnatural advantages, the ability to avoid traps, to sidestep danger, to manipulate events from the shadows.
He bit down on a piece of beef and chewed thoughtfully.
'Maybe the watcher had a bad relationship with the bleeder. Or maybe… she foresaw his death and decided not to interfere. Could she be afraid of me?'
He tapped the side of the bowl with his chopsticks.
"Watchers are troublesome," he muttered to himself. "Too many variables."
Finishing the last of his noodles, Aiden stood, placed a few bills on the table, and casually made his way back into the city streets. His next goal was clear.
Since the Triad didn't show, he would go straight to the other Watcher—Cassie.
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It didn't take long for him to find the protagonist's home. Or more accurately, following two shady looking men following them for some time, he saw them stop and he witnessed two men walking up the narrow steps leading to the building.
Foreigners. Suits. Purposeful movements.
Division agents.
He instantly recognized their identities, which led him to pursue them, as he was uncertain of where to locate her. Thus, they found themselves in this situation.
Aiden's eyes narrowed as he watched them from the shadows of a nearby corner shop. One of them held a small object in his gloved hand—a photograph? No. A scrap of clothing.
Shadows.
Shadows are a psychic that is trained to block the abilities of other clairvoyants such as Sniffs, making any subject within their target radius appear "dark". Experienced Shadows will enhance the size of the area they can block and the intensity of their shielding effect.
Probably becouse Kira, Aiden thought.
They weren't tracking anyone — they were masking the presence of someone.
In that scene, they entered the apartment to hide Kira's presence from other psychics like Watchers or Sniffs.
The Division was relentless in its pursuit. Kira, one of the female protagonists, had escaped with an experimental serum—a drug that could either amplify powers or break minds. It was what tied all the players together.
"For now… I'll let you live," Aiden whispered under his breath, staring at the two men as they entered the building. "Killing you now might stir up the Watchers. Let's not trigger the prophecy too early."
Instead of confronting them. Watching them enter the home of the protagonist Nick, he moved around the side of the house, slipping into the narrow alleyways like smoke. He began surveying the area, scouting possible entry points, checking rooftops, windows, emergency exits.
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He narrowed his eyes.
"The moment is near," he murmured. "The Shadows will leave, and that's when Cassie—the Watcher—will make her move. That's when the story truly begins."
He had no reason to doubt the flow of events. The system had mapped the major arcs and pivot points. Everything was unfolding exactly as expected. Cassie would arrive soon to find Nick, the protagonist. She was the spark that lit the fire.
And Aiden was the shadow waiting to consume it.
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Sure enough, it didn't take long.
In a quiet, neglected part of the city, far from the chaos of the main roads and the prying eyes of the Division, Aiden finally spotted her.
She looked nothing like a typical threat. Just a young girl—barely a teenager—with dyed streaks of pink, blue, and green running through her tangled hair. Her oversized hoodie hung low past her hands, and she clutched a new, unopened toothbrush tightly in her small fingers.
She was pacing nervously near a rusted stairwell, her eyes scanning the street as if waiting for someone.
Nick.
Aiden's eyes flicked to the object in her hand.
Nick's toothbrush.
So she had brought a backup. If he ran again, she would use that item to trace him. Typical Watcher behavior—always preparing for a dozen futures at once.
He stepped down from the rooftop silently, the shadows welcoming his descent. No one noticed him. Not even her.
He watched her for a moment from across the cracked sidewalk. She was so focused on what was coming next that she didn't even sense what was already here.
"I'm sorry," Aiden muttered under his breath, walking toward her. "But I need your ability."
He crossed the distance quickly. His presence was completely masked by his full efforts to remain silent. The Watcher didn't even look up until he was right in front of her.
When she did, it was already too late.
He smiled faintly.
"I will give you two choices," he said coldly. "One—surrender your ability. Two—die."
His tone was flat, but not cruel. In fact, it almost sounded regretful. "I'm only giving you a choice because... you're still just a child. Don't make me regret it."
The girl blinked up at him, startled and confused. "Who… who are you?"
But before he could answer, her instincts took over.
Cassie spun around and bolted.
She didn't even hesitate. Despite her age, her reflexes were sharp—clearly trained by years of experience dodging the Division and dancing between futures. She turned into an alley and ducked behind a dumpster with remarkable speed.
But to Aiden… she was moving in slow motion.
With a single step, he was behind her.
She gasped as a hand clamped on her wrist like iron.
"No," Aiden said softly. "You can't run from here. Not this time."
Her body trembled, but she still looked up defiantly.
"Wait—just tell me who you are!"
"It doesn't matter," he replied, crouching beside her. His eyes met hers. "What matters is that from now on, your ability... belongs to me."
Cassie opened her mouth to scream, but his hand pressed lightly against her forehead. A surge of energy erupted between them, invisible to the human eye—but deafening within the spiritual plane.
He began to devour her power.
Unlike his previous hunts in Marvel, there was no resistance. No backlash. No divine protection. Her foresight—the raw ability to see multiple outcomes at once—flowed into him like ink bleeding into water.
Aiden gritted his teeth as his mind was flooded with fragmented visions.
He saw Nick running through a forest.
He saw Kira holding a silver vial in a hospital stairwell.
He saw himself—standing on a tower, cloaked in black, the city burning below him.
He staggered backward as the devour was completed. The rush of information was unlike anything he had experienced. Many possible timelines splintered across his awareness, each one a road that could be walked—or broken.
Cassie slumped to the ground, dazed but alive.
"I left you with your life," Aiden whispered, his voice distant as his gaze went blank. "That's more than most would have given."
He stood there in silence for a long moment, breathing heavily, sweat forming on his brow.
Then he smiled.
"Sure enough… this is the benefit of the evil path. Who would've thought the rewards would come this fast?"
As he turned away, the fractured glimpses of the future still flickered in his mind—Cassie's last visions now echoing within his soul. Faces. Places. Battles yet to be fought.
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There's a controversial chapter involving Pop Girl from Push with Aiden losing his mind and have sex/forceful/r@p£ Pop girl and I'm considering adding at CH 14. While the original author didn't wrote these scenes and it's similar in tone to other R18 chapter, of course, I'll be writing these normal love makings. And he will larter get pop girl's heart! So I just wanted to check with you all first before moving forward.
As far as I recall, this would be the only chapter involving this type of scene, though I can't be 100% certain.
So, what do you think? Should I go ahead and write it?
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