Mutants high

Not ordinary

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 happened.

The ground trembled. Not enough for others to notice, but Alan felt it deep inside his bones. The cup cracked in his grip. His fingers glowed faintly, silver threads dancing over his skin like lightning veins. He stumbled back, breathing hard. His reflection in the pool shimmered not his face, but something else. Something... powerful.

A whisper curled into his mind. “You were never ordinary.”

At that same moment, far below the city beneath Mutant High a girl with pale eyes jolted awake, screaming.

“He’s awakening. We must find him… before they do.”

                        001

"I'm not going to that party."

I shoved my books into my backpack, the locker door slamming with a loud clang. The sound echoed down the hallway, but I didn't care. If anything, I wanted it to match the storm in my chest.

Guy, my best friend since middle school, leaned on the locker beside mine with a teasing grin.

"Why not? It's not the party it's Connor Danny's party. Everyone's going."

"Exactly why I'm not."

I snapped the last zipper and swung the bag over my shoulder.

"The last time I went to one of his parties, I ended up drenched in punch, with half the school laughing. I'm not signing up for round two."

Guy raised his brows, clearly unconvinced. "Come on, Alan. That was freshman year. People forget."

I shot him a look. "Do you forget the guy who pantsed you in gym class? Yeah, neither does the internet."

"Touché," he muttered, falling into step beside me as we headed toward the courtyard. "But still... you're Clark Alan Mayor's son, most liked student, basically a school celebrity. What are you afraid of?"

I stopped, turned to him, and said, "It's not about fear. It's about self-respect. I don't care how rich or popular Danny is. I'm not letting him screw with my peace again."

Guy watched me walk away in silence. But something about the glint in his eye told me he wasn't done yet.

"...We'll see about that," I heard him mumble behind me.

SOMEWHERE ELSE – UNDERGROUND, MUTANT HIGH

A dim, bluish glow filled the underground facility's hallways. Hidden beneath the city, Mutant High pulsed with quiet energy home to those the world feared, and hunted.

Mr. Walter, the head of the facility, stood stiffly outside the infirmary, arms crossed, worry etched into every line on his face.

"She's been like that since dawn," he muttered. "She won't wake up."

His assistant offered a soft nod. "It's Cherry. Her visions come like that sometimes. Give her time."

Before he could respond, a sudden gust of wind and a blur of motion swept through the hallway. MK ,Matthew King stood before them, breathing hard from a sprint.

"She's awake," he said. "But... something's wrong. You should see this."

They rushed into Cherry's room. Her eyes were open but they glowed a pale, eerie white, her body trembling.

"Cherry!" Mr. Walter called, kneeling beside her.

She didn't look at him. Instead, her voice came out low, repetitive, distant.

"We have to find him... before they do..."

MK exchanged looks with the others in the room.

Mr. Walter's voice dropped to a whisper. "Who is "he"?"

But Cherry didn't answer. Her vision had begun and the clock had started ticking.