The laboratory was a scene of chaos, the metallic tang of blood hanging heavily in the air.

Scientists and guards who had the misfortune of crossing paths with David's tentacles lay strewn about, their bodies twisted and broken.

The once sterile environment was now a battlefield, filled with the sounds of desperation and pain.

Noel stood amidst the carnage, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

One of David's tentacles lashed out toward him again, not with the intent to harm, but to capture.

Noel reacted instinctively, raising a telekinetic shield that shimmered in the dim light, deflecting the appendage with a resonant thud.

With a surge of determination, Noel counterattacked.

He summoned his knife back to his hand with a flicker of telekinesis, the blade gleaming with lethal intent.

He lunged forward, his movements fueled by a mixture of adrenaline and fury, slashing at the tentacle.

The knife connected, slicing through the grotesque flesh.

Green blood spurted from the wound, the sickly hue contrasting sharply with the crimson stains around them.

Noel's heart pounded with a momentary surge of hope as he saw the damage inflicted.

But that hope was short-lived.

Before his eyes, the wound began to close, the flesh knitting together with unnerving speed.

In seconds, the injury had vanished as if it had never been.

Noel's grip tightened on the knife, his mind racing.

He had hoped to weaken David through attrition, but this rapid healing was a formidable barrier.

Desperation clawed at him, but he forced it down, focusing instead on his next move.

"It's no use. Be a good boy and give up," David taunted, his voice dripping with smug confidence as he commanded his tentacles.

The tentacles launched a barrage of attacks on Noel, each strike aimed with deadly precision.

Noel's movements were a blur of desperation and skill as he parried, dodged, and counterattacked with every ounce of his strength and agility.

Each time he landed a blow, the tentacles healed instantly, the green blood flowing and then disappearing as if it had never been.

David stood at the center of the chaos, protected by an impenetrable shield.

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Noel's telekinesis was useless against him, and every attempt to teleport close was met with a swift, punishing response from the tentacles.

They guarded David with a relentless, almost preternatural vigilance.

Noel's body screamed in protest, exhaustion creeping in with every passing second.

His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation feeling like fire in his lungs.

Sweat and blood mingled on his skin, the strain of the battle pushing him to his very limits.

The tentacles moved with an eerie synchronicity, anticipating Noel's every move.

He could feel his strength waning, his reactions slowing.

His vision began to blur around the edges, the edges of consciousness fraying.

Yet, he forced himself to keep fighting, driven by a fierce resolve that refused to be extinguished.

Noel's telekinetic shield held firm against the onslaught, but the force of the tentacles' impact sent him staggering backward, the jolt reverberating through his battered body.

He braced himself, ready to counterattack, but a tentacle shot out with lightning speed, coiling around his leg and yanking him off balance.

Panic surged through Noel, and he instinctively teleported, escaping the tentacle’s grasp.

But no sooner had he reappeared than two more tentacles ensnared him, their grip unyielding and merciless.

They coiled around his torso, squeezing with relentless force.

Agony flared in every nerve, his bones feeling like they might snap under the pressure.

"It's time to come back, Noel," David said, his voice a chilling whisper of triumph.

The tentacles pulled Noel closer, their constriction tightening with every passing second.

As he was dragged forward, Noel caught sight of David preparing an injection.

His heart pounded with a mix of fear and anger. He knew all too well what that vial contained: a potent sleeping drug designed to incapacitate him completely.

"Don't worry. You will wake up soon." David said with smirk.

Noel's anger flared at the smug expression on David's face, a seething rage bubbling up inside him.

He was so close, yet the tentacles' grip rendered him powerless.

Frustration and desperation intertwined, fueling his determination to break free and end this once and for all.

The tentacles constricted tighter, squeezing the breath from his lungs and crushing his ribs.

Noel's frustration grew into a burning need to escape, to unleash his fury on David.

He summoned every ounce of power within him, his eyes glowing an intense blue.

Blood began to trickle from his nose, a stark reminder of the physical toll his abilities were taking on him.

His vision blurred, the edges of consciousness fraying as darkness threatened to close in.

But Noel refused to surrender.

With a guttural cry, he poured every last bit of his strength into one final, desperate move.

"Haaaa!" he roared, his voice echoing through the lab, raw and filled with defiance.

The power surged through him, an overwhelming force that radiated from his very core.

His telekinetic energy exploded outward in a blinding flash, his will manifesting in a burst of unstoppable force.

The tentacles were flung away, their grip shattered.

David was hurled backward, his smirk wiped away by a look of shock and fear.

In that instant, everything around Noel was violently pushed back.

The walls of the lab buckled, equipment was sent crashing, and the air itself seemed to vibrate with the intensity of his release.

Noel stood at the epicenter, his body trembling, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

His eyes blazed with an unearthly blue light, a testament to the power he had unleashed.

David scrambled to his feet, disoriented and stunned by the sudden shift.

The tentacles, now severed from their master’s control, writhed uselessly on the floor.

"What?" David was startled, his eyes widening in shock.

But he didn't have a moment to recollect himself.

Noel was already in front of him, his body bloodied and battered, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

It was clear that he had no energy left, every movement a testament to his sheer willpower.

Yet, he held something in his hand.

David's gaze locked onto it, and his face twisted in horror.

"You bastard!!" he cried out, recognizing the object immediately.

It was the same injection he had intended for Noel.

"Goodbye," Noel said, his voice a hoarse whisper, laden with finality.

With the last of his strength, he plunged the needle into David's neck.

The drug took effect almost instantly, and David's furious eyes glazed over as he sank to the floor, slipping into unconsciousness.

Noel watched David collapse, a mixture of satisfaction and relief washing over him.

His body screamed in protest, every muscle and bone aching from the brutal fight.

He, too, fell to the ground, but he couldn't allow himself to rest. Not yet.

The fire of his revenge still burned brightly within him, urging him forward.

Gritting his teeth, Noel began to crawl, his vision blurred and his limbs trembling.

Each inch felt like a mile, but he pressed on, driven by the need to see his vengeance through to the end.

Blood smeared the floor beneath him, mingling with the debris of the shattered lab.

Just as he reached for a nearby table to pull himself up, the room was suddenly bathed in a cold, harsh light.

Noel squinted against the brightness, his heart pounding in his chest.

A large screen on the wall flickered to life, displaying the face of a man.

"So you're Noel," the man said, his voice cold and detached.

His expression was unreadable, his eyes sharp and calculating.

He exuded an aura of power and authority that was unmistakable.

Noel's breath caught in his throat.

He recognized the man from countless reports and whispered rumors.

Robert, the head of Nexus, the very organization that had turned his life into a living hell.