Despite Nettiaya's best efforts to concentrate in class, he simply could not focus. That strange message last night... Who on earth could have sent it? He'd tried replying - demanding further explanation, or even exemption fell the damn thing, yet he'd gotten nothing. It shouldn't really have bothered him - a joke text like that - yet he couldn't get it out of his head.

It certainly didn't help that, for whatever unfounded reason, he felt somehow... different. Ever since that message had arrived, he'd felt a niggling change in his own body; as though he'd grown some new muscle that he had yet to flex.  

How troublesome... Not to mention the fact that, if this entire thing was true, he would shortly be finding himself faced with a violent crop of jumped-up teens, all hell-bent on murdering each other for a wish. How pathetic... It was so typical of his unenlightened peers to ditch their humanity in a quest for power.

If not for that stupid colour-tracker app, Nettaiya could have quite happily hidden for the duration of the 'war', watching with a sigh as the other colours tore themselves apart. As it stood, he was in trouble. The moment someone locked onto him, he would be an easy target. He hadn't even found out his powers yet... 

This was all such a mess yet, somehow, Nettaiya didn't feel at all frightened. If push came to shove and he did find himself targeted by another teen, then he'd be able to think of something; some means of escape. There wasn't a single kid out there who could face up to him strategically - he was a genius after all.  Nettaiya tapped his phone through his pocket. The first step would be to locate any colours around him. The next step would be to watch them carefully, noting their abilities and likely weaknesses. Most importantly however, was the third step. To hide amongst the crowd - to cling to groups in order to shield himself. His foes would scarcely be able to pick him out as a target if he hid in a crowded room. Grinning, Nettaiya began to scheme - drawing up plans in his head. Perhaps all this would be fun after all... Provided it was someone else on the front-line, and Nettaiya could watch.