In the quiet city of Whitelock , New Zealand, secrets lurked beneath streetlights and silence. The government had one strict rule no mutants. Anyone caught with powers was executed on sight. No questions. No trials. Just blood and law.Behind the polished smile of Mayor Clark, fear ruled. His only son, Alan Clark, lived a life wrapped in privilege fancy cars, spotless uniforms, admiration from nearly every girl at school. Yet beneath all that, he felt… incomplete. Like something in him waited to awaken.It all started the night of the President’s son's party. The lawns of the Danny estate glittered with golden lights. Music thundered. Laughter spilled into the air. Teens danced like they had no past no future. Just now.Alan stood alone at the edge of the pool, a red solo cup in hand, untouched. His jaw clenched each time Danny passed by with his arrogant smirk. Memories from the Freshers’ Night burned in his mind shame, humiliation, rage. He should’ve never come here. Then it happen

The stiff silk of the blue tuxedo felt like a borrowed skin, one that didn't fit the frantic rhythm of my heart. My right heel drummed a hollow, relentless beat against the floor mat of the car, a physical echo of the knot tightening in my stomach. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned a ghostly white, my eyes fixed on the front door of Piper’s house. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to put the car in reverse and disappear into the night. Danny would be at that party. Danny, and whatever grudge he was currently nursing.A sharp tap-tap on the glass made me flinch so hard I nearly hit the horn.I rolled the window down, and the humid night air rushed in, carrying the heavy scent of vanilla and expensive hairspray. Piper stood there, a vibrant, jagged splash of crimson against the dark suburbs. The red gown hugged her frame, partially obscured by a white fur cloak draped over one arm. Her lips, painted the color of a fresh bruise, curved into a smirk that didn't q

“Aeron! No! Aeron, stop!”Like a flash of lightning, someone burst out from behind a broken toilet stall and lunged toward Alan it was Aeron.Hours earlierThe restroom was chaos incarnate. Cracked tiles crumbled underfoot, water pipes ruptured, and steam hissed through shattered vents. Alan stood in the center, eyes glowing an eerie purple, flames licking hungrily around his arms. The once claustrophobic, crumbling restroom now resembled a collapsed bunker, thick with tension and the sharp echo of the scream that still hung in the air.“You’re going to get yourself killed!” Violet’s voice sliced through the chaos. She emerged beside Aeron, both having sprinted to intercept Alan, but it was already too late. Violet’s fiery ginger hair was wild and tousled from the rush; her breaths came ragged and shallow. Yet Aeron didn’t hear her, his breathing was ragged, uneven, and the energy crackling around him twisted in dangerous, unstable spirals.With a sharp cry, Aeron lunged toward Alan, a

BACK TO ACTION OF THE DAYDraven.He stepped in like a shadow that had been waiting for the perfect moment calm, calculated, dangerous. An evil smirk curled across his lips as his gaze swept the ruined restroom, eyes flicking over each person like a wolf scanning prey.“Looking for something?” His voice was smooth, but laced with menace each word sharp, deliberate.But behind him… stood her.The air shifted. Everything stilled.Mouths dropped. Breaths caught.Piper.“What is she doing here?”“Wait, how is she okay?”“Is she a mutant too?”“Is she working with Draven?”The unspoken questions rippled through everyone’s minds as their eyes locked onto Piper, who stood silently beside Draven. Her expression wasn’t scared. Not confused. But eerily calm.And then she spoke softly, coolly her eyes never leaving Alan’s unconscious body.“I told you he was suspicious.”It wasn’t said to the group. No. It was directed at Draven.Draven tilted his head slightly, his smile thinning. “Indeed… you w

UNDERGROUND MUTANTS BASEA portal opened, and the five mutants returned from their mission. They weren’t alone. MK, who had dragged Alan, dumped him roughly on the ground at the mutant base, showing no remorse.“Hey!”Paige snapped, her voice sharp. “What did you do that for?” MK shot her a glare that warned her not to push her luck.“Let him be.”Violet patted Paige’s back. Paige’s lips were pressed into a thin line, clearly angry and wanting to speak up. MK’s look told her everything. “He was never a good person, so let him be,” Violet added, giving Paige a sharp glance. Paige’s face twisted in disgust.No one in the mutant base was kind. Everyone had their own struggles. She sighed heavily and looked down at Alan. He lay unconscious, oblivious to everything around him. When she looked around, she realised she was alone. No one had informed the higher-ups that they were back.“Hmph, such rude specimens.”As Paige dragged Alan away the walked away, the weight of silence hung heavy in