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 happe

*MUTANT HIGH – ASSEMBLY HALL*Following the confidential meeting with the directors, one conclusion echoed louder than the rest every off-campus activity had to be suspended. No field trips. No weekend visits. No exceptions. Danger was looming, and no one could predict when or where it would strike.The vast assembly hall thrummed with uneasy energy. Muted whispers bounced from wall to wall. Students shifted in their seats, glancing around with furrowed brows and anxious frowns. The call to gather had come suddenly and at Mutant High, sudden never meant safe.Some huddled close, exchanging theories in hushed tones. A few tried to keep their cool, slouched in their chairs, arms crossed, but their eyes betrayed the tension. Even the most carefree mutants weren’t smiling. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.Then the doors opened.Mr. Walter entered.He didn’t need to speak to command silence. The murmurs died almost instantly as his polished shoes echoed with each step toward the stage. H

The moment Alan stepped into the men's restroom, he was hit by a wave of harsh chemical odor mixed with something fouler stale urine and dampness clinging to the air. He paused, face twisting in disgust, one hand instinctively covering his nose. His eyes scanned the room: white tiled walls, urinals lined up some clean, others clearly neglected."Ugh," he muttered, his voice muffled behind his hand. "What the actual hell… Don't tell me Danny was messing with me."He walked further in, though "walk" might've been generous. His feet dragged along the floor, each step sluggish, cautious like his gut was warning him. He turned the corner, toward the stall area, when a muffled sound caught his attention. Voices low, hurried.He didn't hesitate. With a swift motion, Alan kicked open the door.What he saw made his blood run cold.Piper.She was crumpled on the floor, duct tape slapped over her mouth, arms tied behind her back, legs bound. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes wide and wild wi

Draven.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 were right,” he murmured,