"Young boys and girls of vision, for so long we have lived under dire oppression, our lives by certain abominations who now walk among us. We have lost parents, brothers, sisters, even little children to these terrible monsters and yet for three good years, we have endured. We had hoped the powers above would protect us, we had waited for their intervention. But now, it is over. The endless wait is over. Today I present to you the Non Weapon! With this harmless defensive weapon, you can always protect your family from the terror of mutany. You can always remain safe!"Teddy Abraham's voice was everywhere in the school, and even in some other parts of the neighborhood. He had make sure to plant wireless speakers in strategic locations. His movement must rock the entire city, the entire nation."We have seen one of our own, a young girl, she took down a mutant on her own. From her we draw hope. No more, I say. No more. We have seen too much deaths on account of these mutants. The non we

Dusty Dylan. That was the name he had chosen for this show. A few minutes earlier, Dylan had realized that his fake villain bailed on him in the last moment even after receiving half his payment. Yet the show had to go on. So he raced back to the site of protest to find Jude, but Jude was nowhere to be found. Worse, he found Ariana giving a speech to the public."Okay this is going really bad."Thankfully, he found Ashley Quill."What's going on? Are you not supposed to be planning the fake attack?" Ashley Quill was suprised to see him."Something has happened. He won't be joining the plan anymore.""Why?""He suddenly thinks Teddy Abraham is right. That we need the non weapon to save society". Dylan was more confused as he recounted the shock. The bloke he chose for this mission did not even care about society. He was a guy who cared nothing about laws or reforms or movements. He only cared about money. Yet today he had seemed totally different, as though Teddy Abraham had gotten thr

Hawkings stood of in front of his TV. A cigarette burned between his lips as he fumbled with the remote control. The glass cup in his other hand spoke of whiskey, and he did not expect to be having a visitor."The protests in the street have turned to riots and the riots are going crazy wild. If the mutants themselves were to go on a global rampage, it couldn't be any worse than this." Hawkings scowled. "Damn TV reporters." They always made things seem worse than they actually were, undermining the efforts of the police force. His men were out in the middle of the street trying to contain all these madness, and there was someone who hid on the streets, flashing cameras and thinking they can make stupid statements like this.His radio chimed. "Inspector, we are having a bigger situation here, it can no longer be contained. Permission to request for backup from the mutant control agency."It was Bolton, Hawkings's right hand man."No." The irritation grew from his stomach. "Request for