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Chapter 15 of Have You Come To Meet Your Match

Alexander Joseph Luthor was a visionary. An exceptional creative. A genius of unparalleled scope.

He stood as one of the greatest minds of the 21st century. Innovator. Inventor. Businessman. An architect of the future. His ideas didn’t just belong to the pages of academic journals or patent offices—they very well reshaped the very structure of the world.

Lexcorp, the behemoth of industry he inherited from his father, had grown from a handful of small ente...

(The Echoes Beneath Us) Chapter 10 of Before My Very Eyes

The place was unsettling, even at a glance. High walls rose around it, their stone darkened with age and a damp that seemed eternal. Moss clung to every crevice, and twisted vines spiraled up toward the iron spikes lining the top. In the center, a single gothic building stood, its spires clawing up toward the sky like skeletal fingers. The windows were narrow, glinting faintly in the sunlight like watchful eyes, and the entrance was a massive double door, half-open, as if waiting to swallow t...

(The Echoes Beneath Us) Chapter 9 of Before My Very Eyes

Megumi Fushiguro had not been having a good couple of months. Or a good year, really, if he was being honest.

It started with the abrupt end of his holiday, cut short by an urgent call from his benefactor. The call had come late at night, Gojo-sensei's voice on the other end unusually heavy.

He was used to Gojo-sensei’s unpredictable nature by now, but this time, there was an unfamiliar weight in his voice.

Something serious.

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Have You Come To Meet Your Match (Chapter 14)

The rumble of the jet engines hummed softly beneath me, a near hypnotic thrum that worked its way through my bones, almost soothing—almost. If not for the murmured voices ahead, just discernible over the hum. Superman and Wonder Woman were in the cockpit, speaking in tones that they must have assumed were private.

They probably thought they were being subtle, letting their conversation fall just beneath the whirring drone, but I heard them as clearly as if they were speakin...

Have You Come To Meet Your Match (Chapter 13)

"I didn't bring you here to fight.”

There was an exhaustion to his words, like each syllable had been dredged up from somewhere deep, dragged out against his will. He sounded almost… resigned.

"Then why are we here?" My words came out sharper than intended, serrated with something like anger—or maybe defiance. I couldn’t tell anymore.

Clark exhaled through his nose, a short breath that fogged the cold air between us. He didn’t answe...

Have You Come To Meet Your Match (Chapter 12)

"You're a natural," said Clark—he’d insisted I call him that, just Clark, not Superman.

We were soaring now over what seemed to be the deepest parts of Antarctica. Cold. Freezingly cold. Where the wind howled fierce with the very voice of the cold. Little belonged in this freeze, little would survive here.

"I had to work at it," he said, flashing me a grin. "Flying took me a few tries to really get it down. Learning to let go of the fear, to just—"

Have You Come To Meet Your Match (Chapter 11)

“This is Diane Coleman, reporting live still at the scene of the Cadmus fire. We were just pulling out, heading back to the studio when—” The camera jerked violently, swinging to capture the chaos unfolding. A fire truck lay twisted and shattered, smoke curling in the distance. "Oh my god— someone was just thrown through a fire truck!"

The camera shook, a blur of movement as the reporter scrambled closer. Every frame flickered with a rush of panic before it steadied a...

Have You Come To Meet Your Match (Chapter 10)

Dinah Lance figured the Watchtower had begun to feel more like a tomb than a sanctuary to these kids. The sterile metallic walls, the cold hum of machinery, the clinical decor—all of it seemed to press in on them now. Whatever novelty there was in being stationed aboard an orbiting spaceship had worn off.

That would explain why they’d finally come forward, insisting they’d had enough bed rest. They were ready to talk. Or at least they thought they were.

Before My Very Eyes (Chapter 8)

The laughter was a jagged thing, raw and unrestrained, like a creature that had forgotten how to be human. It clawed its way out of his throat, wild and hollow, a sound too eager, too sharp—like the snap of bones under teeth as he ripped the arm of the person whose throat he had crushed beneath his heel.

His hair, a dark, matted mess streaked with dried blood, stuck to his face, slick with sweat and something more foul.

His eyes glittered in the low light ...

Interlude (Before My Very Eyes Chapter 7)

"You were given your time with him, just as you requested," the first elder intoned, their voice carving through the shadowed room. It echoed like a dull bell, absorbed into the wooden talismans draped around numerous paper Shojis, obscuring their presence behind tradition.

The incense spiraled upwards, slow and deliberate, as if time had grown languid in their midst. "That request was granted with the understanding that nothing could be hidden from your eyes—nothing about...

May We Live In Interesting Times Chapter 14

The Invisibility Cloak was surprisingly roomy, Hermione thought, as she moved through the quiet corridors of the castle. Maybe it was because she was alone under its shimmering folds this time, unlike the cramped adventures she’d shared with Harry and Ron. With only herself to conceal, the cloak seemed to flow more freely around her, granting her a greater ease of movement. She took full advantage, stepping quickly, silently, her pace brisk as she wound her way through the familiar moving s...

Have You Come To Meet Your Match?!! Chapter 9 (Independence day Finale)

Dick Grayson’s mind raced. The relentless surge of Genomorphs clawing their way up the elevator shaft reminded him of a tidal wave—one that would not stop until it had consumed them. Even now, as they ascended, the elevator shook with the force of the creatures battering the shaft’s walls.

From beneath, a G-elf’s jaw forced its way through the jagged hole in the floor of the elevator, foam dripping from its mouth as its rabid eyes fixed on them. A growl, primal and vi...

May We Live In Interesting Times. Chapter 13- Miss Know it all

Hermione stirred, her mind clawing its way through the dense fog of unconsciousness. Every movement felt sluggish, like she was swimming through water, heavy and slow. The first thing she became aware of was the dull ache spreading across her body, particularly her neck, where a throb pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. Her fingers twitched, instinctively rising to touch the spot, but as her hand brushed the bandages, pain seared through her like fire.

She gasped, the sound ...

Have You Come To Meet Your Match! Chapter 8: Independence Day 5

I flew through the jagged hole in the seventh floor—where Desmond had smashed through— and was greeted by a series of sounds filling the air

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

A grotesque, rhythmic series of cracks, like wood splitting under pressure, echoed through the air like a firecrackers popping off.

Desmond lay sprawled on the ground, his hulking form twitching and writhing as Bones knitted back together. Fast—too fast. His body ...

Have You Come To Meet Your Match Chapter 7: Independence Day 4

It said something about the durability of the beast that the brutal, crimson light—supposed to melt through steel like hot knife through butter—barely made it past its thick blue hide. Sure, it bubbled and scorched something fierce but that was it.

My heat vision was only leaving deep, charred streaks across his chest

Still its concussive force slammed into Desmond like a wrecking ball, driving him backward.

BOOM!!!

The...

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Have You Come To Meet Your Match Chapter 6: Independence day 3

As his eyes fluttered shut, his body collapsed forward, seemingly weightless. But before he could hit the ground, a G-elf moved caught him smoothly. The motion was almost too perfect, —no jerk, no hesitation. The creature turned, cradling his unconscious limp body while the G-gnome that knocked the kid out climbed on its shoulder and they took off.

That seemed to be the signal. Like a switch had flipped, every G-elf around me snapped their heads toward me and charged. There...

Have You Come To Meet Your Match Chapter 5: Independence Day 2

Darkness. That’s the first thing I remember.

Then a familiar voice, low and resonant, cut through the void. "Awaken, brother. It is time.”

My eyes snapped open.

The darkness shattered, giving way to blinding light. The world around me surged into clarity, as if existence itself had been switched on. Colors and shapes resolving into distinct images with startling speed. Before me stood a face so familiar it was like gazing into a mirror....

Have You Come To Meet Your Match Chapter 4 (Independence day)

Washington DC.

July 4th 07:00 PST

___________________________________

“For those of you just tuning in, we are reporting live from a fire at the Cadmus research facility in Washington, DC. Our field correspondent Diane Coleman is on the scene. Diane, what can you tell us?"

Dubbilex clicked the buttons, raising the volume higher.

"Hello again, Gary," the blonde woman on-site began, her voice calm amidst the chaos behind her. "Cur...

May We Live In Interesting Times Chapter 12 (Chamber)

When I woke, the room was a pit of shadow, only the dim glow of a candle flickering on Snape's desk. The scratching of his quill was the only sound in the room, rhythmic and unhurried as he meticulously graded papers. The classroom felt more hollow than usual, eerie without the usual hum of students.

Crabbe and Goyle had vanished, leaving me alone on the cold stone floor, still bound by chains. If not for the raw ache in my throat and the clinking sounds the chains made with...

May We Live In Interesting Times Chapter 11 (Consequences)

My hand pressed against my forehead, trying to ground myself against the relentless pounding in my skull. The spell rebound was still wreaking havoc on my senses. The storm outside matched my inner turmoil as lightning flashed and thunder followed not a moment later. We’d finally made it off the train, but the relentless weather pursued us as we clambered into the carriages.

Blaise had opted to go on ahead, smugly linking arms with Pansy Pankinson and the others. I could ha...

May We Live In Interesting Times (Chapter 10: Idea)

Blaise’s eyes were clouded in deeper contemplation than when I first entered the room. I couldn’t blame him. I’d handed him a puzzle, one that twisted and tightened the already heavy burden on his mind like a vise.

He was always the one to observe, to analyze, before committing to anything. In many ways, he was more dangerous than Crabbe and Goyle combined, for while they relied on brute strength, Blaise Zabini wielded his intellect like a blade.

But w...

Before My Very Eyes Chapter 6 (Cast)

Gojo was being Gojo.

“Look at you,” he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "My little larvae that was scared he was gonna get executed a while ago has bloomed into this beautiful butterfly."

He suddenly wrapped his arms around himself in an exaggerated, theatrical embrace. He tilted his head to the side, as if he were about to nuzzle into his own shoulder, all while making loud smooching sounds.

“Oh, Satoru-kun, you're just too good!�...

Before My Very Eyes Chapter 5 (Arena)

The Gojo clan was full of battle maniacs.

Tucking my shoulder in, I braced myself for the punch whipping toward my face. The impact came like a sledgehammer, reverberating through my bones, rattling them to their core. It was like standing at the edge of an explosion—forceful, unyielding, but somehow, I remained standing.

Adrenaline surged, heightening my senses. I could feel every fiber in my arms straining to absorb the blow, every tendon tightening under...

Before My Very Eyes Chapter 4 (Anew)

The first time I heard there was a color darker than black, I dismissed it as nonsense. Black was the final frontier, the ultimate void, the color that signified the end of everything—no light, no life, no hope. What could possibly be darker than that? But curiosity gnawed at me, and I couldn’t resist. After school, I sat at my computer, fingers flying over the keyboard, searching for answers.

Color darker than black, I had typed.

The search results flash...