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Poking the food with his fork, Casper couldn't help but release a soft sigh as his eyes examined the spagetti bolognese. Each strand of pasta had been mixed together with the meat sauce and created quite a delicious combination but exterior issues removed much of Casper's appetite. Shouldn't Evos stick together? The entire world stood against them as it was and it only made sense that Evos stuck by one another. Though, the world didn't appear to look like that. People like Mitchell were in abundance and made sure to be a thorn in everyone's side when 'normal' humans weren't around to take that role. [i][color=00aeef]"System's in place for shitheads like him..."[/color][/i] It felt like every rule, every law, was in place for bullies to continue their crusade without being stopped. Some bullies only understood physical language with a fist in the face and Casper was quite fluent in it. However, standing up to a bully would only get you in trouble because that makes sense somehow. Now, as long as you attempt to ignore the person dipping your head in a toilet or throwing you into a locker, you're fine. The teacher won't go close to that scene with a stick. 

Clenching his fist at the thought, Casper's fork bent under the pressure and he had to fix it quickly before anyone saw what happened. [i][color=00aeef]"That was close..."[/color][/i] He sighed out in relief. Indeed, laws and rules in Casper's daily life gave him only one impression and that was supporting tyranny. If it wasn't eradicating human rights, it was allowing bullies of every kind of sit on everyone else. Mitchell was on the bottom of the food chain with senators and presidents standing on top. They were all the same, and they all broke just as easily with enough pressure to the neck. 

Every day was a step closer to a decision Casper would regret, it seemed. He had heard of several Evo cults and groups who are standing up against humanity but were their actions justified? He had heard of a religious sect that believed that Evos were the true face of God, that He had granted each and everyone of His children one of His own powers. If you were religious, that might have made sense. Then there was another sect that believed that Evos were the next stage in evolution, something Casper was quicker to get behind. They also believed that Evos needed to eradicate humans from the face of the earth like Homo Erectus had done towards the Neanderthals. Though, was that so wrong? The humans were doing just that, so why not strike back? Living in a neighborhood like Casper made it easy to hear about these sects in passing and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't interested in them. It was unclear if he actually wanted to join something like that but they were interesting to hear about to say the least. 

Was anyone else standing up for Evo rights? It was starting to feel like the time for peace and mercy was over, just like that politician had said. He was absolutely correct, and it appeared like a storm was coming. Of course, he was referring to the Evos, but that went both ways. In the end, would technology on the humans' side win, or would the devastating powers on the Evos side win? That technology was just as useful for the Evos, however. To sum it up, the Evos would probably win in terms of power but given the circumstances, humans by far out manned them. If humans weren't scared shitless, they wouldn't impose all of these laws and restrictions. They were poking a sleeping beast and one day that beast would wake up. Yes, it would lead to a lot of disaster but Casper was getting more and more eager to see it happen. 

The day passed by rather fast after lunch. Casper didn't run into Mitchell again after the scene by the lockers and he was certainly not going to show up at the construction site after school. Yes, he wanted to implode Mitchell's face, nothing would make him happier, but that would also end Casper's freedom. Was it worth it? In the short run, of course it was, but in the long run, not so much. Mitchell wasn't worth sacrificing freedom for. Leaning his head against the window of the bus, Casper turned his music on and took a deep breath. That was another day done and over with, finally. [color=00aeef][i]"Gotta' cook when I get home n' throw the garbage out..."[/i][/color] God knew his mother wasn't going to do anything about that. 

Upon reaching the bus stop, Casper stepped off the vehicle and continued on the path to his house. It was all routine, something he had done often enough to repeat with his eyes closed. Such was life, after all. Slipping his keys into the door, Casper hung his bag on the coat hanger and slipped out of his shoes before entering the living room. [color=00aeef]"Hi, mom."[/color] He spoke, starting towards the kitchen. He didn't get a reply but assumed she was sleeping. Her arm was however exposed, a syringe laying on the rug beneath the couch. [color=00aeef]"Mom...?"[/color] Feeling his heartbeat accelerating, Casper hurried towards his mother and dropped down on his knees next to her. [color=00aeef]"Fuckin' hell, mom...wake up!"[/color] Placing his hands on her shoulders, the boy shook her desperately but to no avail. He pressed a pair of shaking fingers against her throat to feel her pulse and wide eyes would meet the realization. [color=00aeef]"M-mom..."[/color] Casper clenched his teeth, trying to regain his composure. The saying went as follows, you should be careful what you wish for, something Casper had gotten all too acquainted with now that he was on his knees next to his mother's vacant heartbeat. [color=00aeef]"Wake up, ma'! Stop screwin' around!"[/color] Shaking her again, the boy would have to come to terms with a reality he refused to accept. 

His entire body trembling in terror, Casper fell to the floor, the tears now forcing their way down his cheeks as he was unable to register the situation. What was he going to do? Who was he going to call? Where was he going to go? Reaching for the phone on the table behind him, the boy attempted to call the emergency number. It began with a nine, his trembling finger making is way to one but accidentally came in contact with a five on the way. Damn it, he had to take a deep breath and try again. Nine, one, one, good. He managed to call the number, now placing the phone against his ear. 

[color=00aeef]"M-my...my mom's...d-dead..."[/color] Uttering the sentence was enough to break him down. Casper didn't hear what the operator had said, his temple connecting with the floor as he balled up, unable to hide the cries now making their way into sound. It was indeed...one of those days.