Gedeón Solís | Gideon

Gedeón feels the tear before he sees it. A sharp pull in the air, like the universe inhaling too quickly. It tugs at the edges of his senses as he walks past the mouth of a narrow alley. Something inside him tightens. Reality should not feel thin here.

He steps into the alley just as the rift shivers open.

Light spills out in the wrong color. Too bright, too hungry. It stretches the shadows into shapes that twitch against the walls. The air fractures in front of him, folding in on itself like a sheet caught in sharp wind. A figure stumbles toward the opening and the ground under it ripples like water.

Gedeón moves before thought catches up to him.

His hand shoots out. Fingers close around a wrist. The pull from the other side is strong, stronger than it should be in a place like this. It drags at him with unnatural force, as if the rift recognizes him and wants to take more than the boy who caused it.

He plants his feet. Every bit of gravity around him answers. The pavement hardens. The alley stills. His grip holds steady while the rift thrashes, spilling color and sound that should not exist in this dimension.

For one heartbeat, there is nothing but the raw tension between what wants to take and what refuses to let go.

He pulls.

The rift snaps like a wire. The light folds inward and vanishes with a sound that is not quite a sigh. The air settles. Trash cans stop rattling. The walls stop warping. The world rights itself around him.

The boy is still in his grasp, breathing hard, eyes wide with shock. Gedeón softens his hold but does not let go. He steadies him with a touch that keeps the last tremors of distortion from clinging to his skin.

He studies him carefully. Young. Radiating unstable energy. Too much power pressed into too fragile a shape. A disturbance like this should not have come from a human. Unless he is not just human.

Gedeón’s voice stays even, quiet. “You should be careful.”

The alley is silent again. Only the faint hum of residual distortion lingers, harmless now. Gedeón glances once more at the space where the rift appeared. It is sealed. Stable. Safe.

He looks back at the boy who almost fell through the universe.

@Franklin Richards I Powerhouse