Mason opened his eyes and blinked away the black spots covering them. His head was humming and it was few seconds before his vision focus and he could see where he was.He was in his room back at the orphanage with his back laying on the bed. He could easily tell it was his room because of the ceilings and the big, fat poster of the black winter Soldier that hung on his wall. He was his favorite one among the neohumans and Mason had gotten it from the store after saving a lot of money to get it.'But how did I get here?" Mason pondered as he continued staring at the ceilings. The last thing he remembered was him fighting against the mutated razor wolf before strangling it to death. And then he had slumped down on the ground along with it as he awaited his fate. Yes, he was slashed several times by the beast and had felt he was going to die. So how had he managed to survived?Mason continued to ponder as he ran his hands towards the spot he had been slashed only to noticed that it was

"The best way to stop the other factions is to create our own faction. That way, we will be able to take down the other factions." Jasper said with a huge grin plastered on his face while Mason had a look of shock morphed across his face."What!" He half-yelled. "Are you out of your damn mind Jasper? Is that suppose to be your best plan or what?""Yeah. I mean think about it Mason, what better way to deal with the bad factions than to take matters into our own hands since no one else seems to be helping. With a faction of our own, we could slowly take out the weak ones, stop the robbing and as time goes on and we grow, we could then take out the stronger factions and spread words within and outside of Beverly town of our faction so we can stop other neohumans from ever coming here to do shady things. Just think of it Mason, this way your family can be saved and several thousands others too."Jasper explained and took a moment to calm his breath and as he did, Mason couldn't help but