Sammy gripped the scissors tightly. He was having a hard time dealing with his hair. It wasn’t only super long, but now seemed to have super durability since the incident. Sammy was getting frustrated so he threw down the scissors. His powers were out of control. His hair would grow super fast on its own. It would change its colour at random. And it would move around like an appendage, picking up anything, which it was doing right now Sammy noticed. His hair had wrapped around the scissors, gently swinging them around. Sammy grabbed the scissors from his hair and sighed. Not much he could do now, besides cut his wild hair. As he resumed cutting, his phone buzzed. He put down the scissors and picked up his phone. It was a message from a his buddy, Johnny.

[i]Dude I heard stuff about that party. Weird stuff. If you want to talk about it I’ll be at the rec centre after school.[/i]

Johnny was a cool guy but Sammy wasn’t sure he could confide in him about the aforementioned weird stuff such as his newfound superpower of super unruly hair. So Sammy set down the phone. But before he could get back to cutting his hair his phone buzzed again. This time a message from a private number.

[i]For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.

I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.

That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here.  We were set up from the start to be exposed to whatever that stuff was.

They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night.  Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.  

They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form.  Or using their powers for greed, or just plain chaos.

I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it.  They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do.   As for who I am?  Just call me Apollo for now.  Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.

As soon as I hear back from you, meet me at the janitor's closet in the west hall after school.  Once you're there, we can get this show on the road.[/i]

Sammy was freaked out. This Apollo knew who he was, his number, and his newfound secret. He could expose it. Sammy knew his mother would freak out and think he was demon possessed or something if she found out. But Sammy knew he should play along to find out Apollo’s intent. And maybe, just maybe, he would have answers. Either way Sammy would need to head back to school, his lunch break was almost over now but Sammy could make it in time, his house was a five minute walk from the school.

Sammy quickly finished trimming his hair as well as could be done with little time, figuring he could hide the rest in a hood. He then stared at the mirror. His hair was coloured green and white currently. Figuring now was a good time as any to try and practise with his power, Sammy began to focus. After twenty seconds of focusing hard he began to see his hair change back to his natural dark brown. Once it had changed completely he left the washroom. As he went down the stairs Sammy saw his mother watching some daytime TV. He hoped she wouldn’t turn and notice his slightly longer hair. But luckily for him whatever she was watching had engrossed her. Sammy quietly made his way down to the main floor and then to the door. He quickly said goodbye to his mom, who responded quickly, clearly not wanting to miss her show. As he got onto his house’s front steps, Sammy remembered to reply to Johnny.

[i]Sorry man, I’ve got plans for after school. Maybe we can hang at the mall or somewhere tomorrow?[/i]

As he was texting the phone was taken out of his hands by his hair. Sammy sighed again. Hopefully this Apollo guy knew how to control these powers.