Perfect—now we shift from chaos to aftermath, mystery, and the arrival of the high-tech people.
Zazz: The Uncontrollable Boy
Chapter 3 – The Morning After
Silence.
That was the first thing Zazz noticed.
No screams.
No footsteps.
No laughter.
Just… silence.
Slowly, his eyes opened.
The sky above him was pale grey, the first light of morning breaking through drifting smoke.
Zazz didn't move.
He couldn't.
His body felt heavy, like every part of him had been drained.
"…Where… am I…?" he whispered.
His voice was dry.
Weak.
Unfamiliar.
Then the memories came back.
Not all at once.
But enough.
The birthday.
The laughter.
The voice.
The explosion.
Zazz's breathing became uneven.
"No…" he whispered, forcing himself to sit up.
His hands shook.
His vision blurred.
But he looked.
And wished he hadn't.
The orphanage was gone.
Not damaged.
Not broken.
Gone.
What once was Salam Home was now a field of destruction.
Walls reduced to debris.
Metal structures twisted and exposed.
Burn marks covering the ground like scars.
Zazz's heart pounded.
"No… no no no…"
He stood up slowly, stumbling forward.
"Meera?" he called.
No answer.
"Rahman Uncle…?"
Nothing.
His voice grew louder.
"ANYONE?!"
Only the wind replied.
Zazz dropped to his knees.
His hands dug into the dirt.
"I… did this…"
Tears fell silently.
"I killed them…"
For a moment—
There was only grief.
Only regret.
Only emptiness.
Then—
A sound.
WHRRRRR—
Zazz froze.
He looked up.
Something was in the sky.
No.
Multiple things.
Dark shapes descended through the clouds—silent, controlled, unnatural.
Not helicopters.
Not anything normal.
They hovered above the ruins.
Watching.
Scanning.
Zazz slowly stood.
His eyes narrowed.
"…What now…?"
One of the machines lowered toward the ground.
Sleek.
Black.
Covered in glowing blue lines.
A door opened with a sharp hiss.
From inside—
They came out.
Humans.
But not normal.
They wore dark suits embedded with technology, their eyes covered with transparent visors displaying shifting data. Small mechanical devices floated beside them, scanning everything.
Weapons rested in their hands.
Not guns.
Something more advanced.
One of them stepped forward.
Calm.
Precise.
In control.
"Subject Z-15," the man said.
His voice was clear.
Cold.
Like he already knew everything.
Zazz's fists clenched.
"…My name is Zazz."
The man paused.
Then nodded slightly.
"Designation: Zazz. Noted."
Zazz glared at him.
"Who are you people?"
The man didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked around at the destruction.
At the ruins.
At the bodies buried beneath.
"…Power output exceeded projections," he said quietly.
"Emotional trigger confirmed."
Zazz stepped back.
"What are you talking about…?"
The man looked directly at him.
And for the first time—
There was something in his expression.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Something else.
Interest.
"We are here to take you," he said.
Zazz's heart skipped.
"…Take me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
A small pause.
Then—
"Because you don't belong here."
Zazz's eyes widened.
The wind picked up.
Ash and dust swirled around them.
"…Then where do I belong?" Zazz asked quietly.
The man turned slightly, gesturing toward the hovering aircraft.
"With us."
Behind him, the other agents raised their weapons slightly.
Not attacking.
But ready.
Zazz looked at them.
Then at the sky.
Then at the ruins.
Everything he knew…
Gone.
"…And if I say no?" he asked.
Silence.
Then the man replied—
Calm.
Certain.
Unavoidable.
"You won't."
For a moment, nothing moved.
Then—
A faint glow returned to Zazz's eyes.
"…Don't decide that for me," he said.
The air shifted.
Again.
That same pressure.
That same dangerous feeling.
The agents reacted instantly.
Weapons raised.
Machines activated.
"Energy spike detected!" one of them shouted.
The man held up his hand.
"Wait."
Zazz stood there.
Breathing slowly.
Trying to control it.
Trying not to lose himself again.
"I don't know who I am…" he said.
"I don't know what I am…"
His voice shook.
"But I know one thing."
The ground beneath him cracked slightly.
"I'm not your weapon."
The silence broke.
The man smiled.
Just a little.
"…We'll see."
The morning had begun.
And with it—
A new world Zazz was never meant to see.