"What is happening? I can hear noise everywhere!"
Supre turned his head sharply to the left, his heart pounding against his chest as waves of urgency filled the room. The once-quiet house had transformed into a storm of anxious voices, hurried footsteps, and the sharp instructions of the delivery woman echoing against the walls. Every second felt heavier than the last.
He looked directly at the delivery woman, his voice trembling despite his attempt to remain calm. "Please, hurry. We do not have much time left."
Across the room, his wife lay on the bed, her face glistening with perspiration, her body trembling under the intensity of the pain. She let out a piercing scream that seemed to shake the air itself.
"Haaaaa! I don't think I can do this!" she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of exhaustion and fear.
Supre's heart ached at the sound of her distress. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side. He gently took her hand in his, gripping it firmly yet tenderly, as though transferring his strength to her through that simple touch. He leaned closer, his voice soft but steady.
"You can do this," he whispered. "You are stronger than you think. I'm right here with you. Don't be afraid."
The delivery woman, focused and composed despite the tension in the room, positioned herself carefully and began giving firm instructions.
"Push! Push! Push!" she urged with controlled urgency.
Supre's wife gathered every ounce of strength left within her. Her breathing grew heavier, her fingers tightening around Supre's hand. The room seemed to pause, suspended in anticipation, as she gave one final, determined push.
And then—
A cry pierced through the tension.
The baby emerged, small yet powerful, filling the room with the unmistakable sound of new life. The sharp, beautiful cry of the newborn replaced the earlier screams of pain, transforming fear into relief within seconds.
Supre froze for a brief moment, overwhelmed by emotion. His eyes glistened as he looked at his wife, exhausted but radiant, and then at the tiny life that had just entered the world.
The chaos had given way to joy.
Just as Supre stretched out his trembling hands to receive his newborn child for the very first time, the atmosphere in the room shifted abruptly. The door burst open with a violent crash, slamming against the wall with such force that everyone inside instinctively turned toward the sudden intrusion.
Standing at the entrance was Supre's identical twin brother.
A slow, unsettling smile spread across Jim's face as he stepped forward, his shoes echoing against the cold hospital floor.
His presence alone seemed to drain the warmth from the room. The nurses froze. The delivery woman held her breath. Even the faint cries of the newborn seemed to soften under the weight of the tension that now filled the air.
"Surprise, surprise, brother," Jim said smoothly, his voice laced with mockery. "Did you miss me?"
Supre's expression hardened immediately. The joy that had illuminated his face moments earlier vanished, replaced by visible disappointment and frustration.
His jaw tightened, and his eyes locked onto Jim with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
"Jim," Supre said firmly, his tone low but controlled, "don't make this any harder than it already is."
Jim chuckled softly, tilting his head slightly as though amused by the warning. "Oh, brother," he replied casually, taking another step into the room, "it doesn't have to be hard. Not at all. In fact, this could be very simple… if you just hand the baby over to me."
A wave of shock swept across the room. Supre instinctively moved closer to his wife and child, his protective instincts taking over. He positioned himself between Jim and the delivery bed, his body tense and ready.
"Jim," Supre responded, his voice now firmer and edged with resolve, "you know very well that's not going to happen."
Jim's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it—only calculation. "Yes," he said quietly, almost thoughtfully. "I figured you would say that."
His eyes darkened as he straightened his posture.
"Which means," Jim continued, his tone dropping into something far more serious, "you've chosen the hard way."
The air grew heavy with unspoken history and unresolved conflict.
What was meant to be the most beautiful moment of Supre's life had suddenly transformed into the beginning of a confrontation neither brother could avoid.
Anna, her strength nearly depleted by the agony of childbirth, summoned the last measure of her fading energy and leaned weakly toward the delivery woman. Her voice was barely audible, trembling and fragile, yet filled with unwavering determination.
"Please," she whispered urgently into the woman's ear, "take my baby… place him inside the spacecraft. Send him away from Earth immediately. He must not stay here."
Without hesitation, the delivery woman understood the gravity of Anna's command. Cradling the newborn child carefully in her arms, she moved with astonishing speed.
Within seconds, she disappeared from the room, racing toward the hidden launch site where the advanced space vessel awaited. The roar of its engines began to hum in preparation, echoing through the night as she secured the infant inside the protective chamber of the spacecraft.
Meanwhile, Jim's laughter thundered through the building, cold and menacing.
"You truly believe you can take him away from me?" he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "No… I don't think so."
Supre stood tall despite the chaos surrounding them. His expression hardened, his eyes blazing with controlled fury.
"I thought you came here for business," Supre replied calmly, though his voice carried a dangerous edge. "Then let us proceed to the interesting part."
In an instant, Jim shot upward, bursting through the roof and ascending into the night sky. Supre followed without hesitation.
The two brothers hovered above the shattered building, their bodies radiating immense power. Then, without warning, they accelerated toward each other at unimaginable speed—so fast they appeared like streaks of light tearing across the darkness.
When they collided, the impact shook the air itself.
Using their legs with devastating precision, they struck at one another midair, each blow powerful enough to fracture steel. The force of their clash created shockwaves that rippled outward, shattering windows, splitting concrete, and sending debris raining down onto the streets below. The sky seemed to tremble as they exchanged relentless strikes, their movements too swift for the human eye to follow.
Each kick carried the weight of years of rivalry, betrayal, and unresolved hatred.
Every collision ignited bursts of energy that illuminated the night like flashes of lightning. Buildings cracked, the ground quaked, and the very atmosphere seemed to groan under the pressure of their battle.
Above the city, beneath the vast and indifferent sky, two brothers waged war—not merely with strength, but with pride, vengeance, and destiny itself.
Jim immediately noticed that the spaceship had already begun its descent through the atmosphere. Without hesitation, he launched himself forward at tremendous speed, cutting through the sky with a single objective—to intercept and stop it before it could complete its landing. The air around him trembled from the force of his acceleration.
However, before he could reach his target, Supre intervened.
With astonishing swiftness, Supre seized Jim by the leg mid-flight. The grip was firm and unyielding. In one fluid motion, fueled by immense strength and precision, Supre hurled Jim outward with such overwhelming force that Jim was propelled beyond the planet's gravitational pull. The sheer impact of the throw sent shockwaves rippling through the atmosphere.
Jim continued hurtling through space uncontrollably, unable to stabilize himself. It was not until he crossed vast cosmic distances that he finally slowed, finding himself drifting near an entirely different planet. The stars around him appeared unfamiliar, distant, and cold.
Meanwhile, Supre wasted no time. He ascended rapidly, positioning himself beside the descending spaceship to escort it safely away from danger. His movements were controlled and deliberate, as though he fully understood the stakes involved. Together, Supre and the spaceship broke free from the planet's atmosphere and entered the silent expanse of space.
But Jim was not defeated.
Regaining his composure, he redirected himself with explosive momentum and surged back across the void. In a matter of moments, he reappeared, his presence blazing with fury. Without warning, he struck Supre with devastating force, driving him back down toward their home planet in a violent dive.
As they plummeted, Supre acted swiftly. He raised his left hand and extended it toward the spaceship. From his palm erupted a colossal surge of compressed wind—an immense atmospheric force that struck the vessel with precision. The blast did not destroy it; instead, it altered its trajectory in an extraordinary manner. The spaceship shimmered briefly and then vanished, as though displaced through space itself—teleported far beyond immediate danger.
Jim witnessed this and his anger intensified.
In a final act of desperation and rage, Jim unleashed his most guarded technique—his secret blast. The energy gathered around him was catastrophic, radiating with a magnitude powerful enough to annihilate an entire planet. The surrounding space distorted under its intensity.
Supre understood the gravity of the situation. If even a fragment of that attack escaped into open space, it could eventually reach the child he was protecting. There was no room for error.
Drawing upon a technique never before revealed, Supre redirected the trajectory of Jim's devastating blast. With calculated precision, he bent the destructive energy back toward the planet itself. The moment the redirected force made contact, an explosion of incomprehensible magnitude erupted.
Light consumed everything.
The planet fractured instantly under the overwhelming power. Its surface disintegrated, continents shattered, oceans vaporized, and within moments the entire world was reduced to drifting cosmic dust.
Silence followed.
When the light faded, nothing remained—no land, no oceans, no structures, and no trace of life. The once-thriving planet had been erased completely, and no bodies were ever found among the remnants of its destruction.