NEW ATLANTICS – CENTRAL DISTRICT – MORNING
New Atlantics wakes the way it always does—
confident, orderly, unaware of how fragile it really is.
Sunlight slides across steel towers.
Transit rails hum.
Cafés open their doors.
A city convinced it is untouchable.
Then—
The sky bends.
Not metaphorically.
Physically.
A low-frequency pressure wave ripples through the air, strong enough to rattle windows, subtle enough that people don't panic yet.
They pause.
Look up.
And feel it.
CITY CENTER PLAZA
A businessman drops his phone.
A child covers her ears.
A street musician stops mid-note as the sound warps, bending downward like it's being dragged.
Then—
CRACK.
The air splits open.
Space folds inward.
And she appears.
Descending slowly, weightless, framed by fractured beams of pale, violent energy.
Her body floats unnaturally still—
arms slightly apart,
head tilted forward,
as if gravity itself is waiting for her instructions.
Her eyes glow void-white.
Not angry.
Not curious.
Empty.
A woman stares up at her and whispers—
"Is that… a person?"
The woman in the sky lifts one finger.
The plaza implodes.
Concrete rises, curls inward, and collapses as if crushed by an invisible fist.
Cars flip.
Glass detonates.
People scream.
The city finally understands—
This is not an accident.
INN – NEW ATLANTICS HQ – COMMAND FLOOR
Alarms ignite across the operations floor.
Red warning overlays flood every screen.
PSI EVENT DETECTED — CLASS OMEGA
ORIGIN: CENTRAL DISTRICT
SOURCE: HUMAN (UNCONFIRMED)
Analysts shout.
Technicians run.
Then—
MADISON CONNOR steps in.
She doesn't raise her voice.
She doesn't need to.
MADISON CONNOR :Freeze the noise.
I want eyes, not panic.
Screens reorganize instantly.
Live feeds zoom in.
The floating woman dominates every angle.
Madison's expression hardens—not with fear, but recognition without memory.
Something old.
Something wrong.
ANALYST : Director—energy readings are off the chart. Telekinetic output beyond any known human threshold.
Madison leans forward.
MADISON CONNOR : Is she enhanced?
ANALYST : If she is… then whoever did this rewrote the rules.
Madison exhales slowly.
MADISON CONNOR : Activate Echo Team. Full response.
A junior Agent who newly recruited with Agent Tom hesitates.
AGENT MIKE : What about Agent Steel, ma'am?
Madison doesn't look away from the screen.
MADISON CONNOR :No.
The word lands heavy.
MADISON CONNOR:He's not a weapon you deploy when things go wrong.
He's what you protect when they do.
Orders transmit.
Echo Team mobilizes.
COMMAND FLOOR – OBSERVATION PLATFORM
CHARLES LIVINGSTON steps beside her, hands clasped behind his back.
Two directors.
Two cities.
One impossible problem.
CHARLES LIVINGSTON :She's not alien.
Madison nods.
MADISON CONNOR:No.She's human.
(beat)
Or she was.
They watch as the woman lifts her arm—
—and an entire street bends upward, folding like molten metal.
Agents are hurled aside like debris.
CHARLES LIVINGSTON :How does someone do that without tearing themselves apart?
Madison's jaw tightens.
MADISON CONNOR:They don't… unless someone already tore them apart first.
Charles glances at her.
CHARLES LIVINGSTON :Hydra?
Madison's answer is quieter.
MADISON CONNOR:Something worse.
NEW ATLANTICS – CITY CENTER
Dropships scream overhead.
ECHO TEAM deploys in precision formation.
Energy shields activate.
Neuro-suppressors hum.
The floating woman finally looks at them.
Tilts her head.
Almost curious.
ECHO TEAM LEADER, AGENT BENJAMIN :
This is the International Intellectual Network!
You are endangering civilian lives—stand down!
She studies him.
Then—
TELEKINETIC WOMAN:You speak as if this place belongs to you.
She flicks her wrist.
The Agent Benjamin is SLAMMED into a building.
Alive.
Barely.
Other Agents open fire—containment rounds freeze midair.
She compresses them into glowing spheres and lets them drop harmlessly at her feet.
TELEKINETIC WOMAN:Gravity listens to me
The fight explodes.
Agents are lifted, crushed, thrown.
Buildings fracture like paper.
The city becomes her instrument.
NEWSROOM / LIVESTREAMS – SPLIT MONTAGE
Cameras shake.
Feeds stutter.
Social media detonates.
"SHE'S BREAKING THE SKY"
"WHAT DO WE CALL HER?"
"SHE'S NOT A MONSTER—SHE'S A GOD"
A trending tag emerges—
#SKYBREAK
CITY CENTER
She hears it.
Smiles.
TELEKINETIC WOMAN:Skybreak…
She rolls the name across her tongue.
Approves.
Raises both arms.
The sky BENDS—clouds twisting, light refracting violently.
Echo Team braces.
They are losing.
Not because they are weak.
Because she is absolute.
INN – COMMAND FLOOR
Madison grips the railing.
Hard.
MADISON CONNOR:She's not improvising.
CHARLES LIVINGSTON:She's executing a pattern.
Madison nods grimly.
MADISON CONNOR:Which means she's following orders.
A feed glitches.
Static.
A distorted silhouette flickers for half a second—
—and vanishes.
Madison sees it.
Charles sees it.
They say nothing.
They don't need to.
CITY CENTER – FINAL MOMENTS
Skybreak descends slowly.
Surveys the ruins.
Not with rage.
With ownership.
SKYBREAK:This city fears me.
A pause.
SKYBREAK:Good.
She launches upward—
—vanishing in a shockwave that shatters windows for miles.
Silence follows.
Smoke.
Rubble.
Survivors.
Echo Team regroups—alive, broken, defeated.
INN – COMMAND FLOOR
The room is quiet now.
Madison straightens.
Director again.
MADISON CONNOR:Track every psi residue.
I want patterns, not theories.
She hesitates.
Then—
MADISON CONNOR:And keep Agent Steel out of this.
Charles studies her.
CHARLES LIVINGSTON:You're protecting him.
Madison meets his eyes.
MADISON CONNOR:I'm protecting what happens if he loses himself.
She looks back at the city.
MADISON CONNOR:Because if she is what power becomes without memory—
(softly)
—then Jaxon is what it becomes when memory fights back.
A new name spreads across the world.
SKYBREAK.
And somewhere unseen—
A manipulator smiles.
TO BE CONTINUED..