[h1][center][color=yellow]Michael Thomas
Candle Lighting Vigil, Miami[/color][/center][/h1]

In the midst of the gathering surrounding the candle lighting vigil, Michael stood on the sidelines to observe behind the scenes. Though the weather and atmosphere was soothing, Michael could not help but to be a bit aggravated. He displayed this by his numerous sighs and the shaking of his head from time to time. [I]These guys are weak... What a waste of time.[/I] From what he could gather from the crowd, they were a sobbing mess and the Evos in the area were Level 2 at best. He could have left, but a piece of him couldn't help but to feel bad. They were helpless and it didn't help that they couldn't do anything about it. He leaned his back against a signpost which was not as comfortable as he expected His eyes looked from person to person until they set on a man who had just realized he was next up to speak. [I]Him.[/i] Michael thought as he focused on his target. 


 


The man was a father and a husband. If it was ever up to him, he never missed a Sunday of church. He was currently widowed due to the riot and had spent a lot of his time debating with himself about whether or not he would speak or even attend for that matter. He was hurt in a way Michael could not understand. He stepped to the podium with his sweat spotted light blue dress shirt, khaki slacks, and dark brown dress shoes. A bouquet of flowers hung from the tight grip of his left. He did not think he could do this, but that did not matter as he felt a dizziness. He shut his eyes in response and shook his head before everything went black. There was nothingness. 


 


When the man opened his eyes, he was not the same man. His stature was strong and confident. The way he looked at crowd was how a proud leader looked at his loyal subordinates. Ironically he was just a puppet being used by Michael who smiled in the background. 


 


"Today... I was going to come up here to speak about the tragedy of the riot... The only person I loved most in this world was taken from me, and I honestly don't know what to do with myself..." The man's feelings spilt into Michael's control over him, but the young telepath accounted for it. In fact, he preferred it. "Then I got to thinking... What the hell are we doing?! Seriously! We come here crying for our loved ones, trying to feel sorry for ourselves, and regretting we ever tried to do what we thought was right! Is this what they would want? For us to just... to just give up like this?! Sure, we may not have helicopters and hitech equipment, but we have numbers... For Christ's sake, we have people with powers on our side! What the government is doing to these people is wrong. And yes I said people! They put them in prisons for just using what is natural to them. That's like telling me that I can't speak! That I can’t walk! That I can't sleep!" Several people began to feel inspired, and Michael could just hear the thoughts of others that were slowly being swayed as well.  


 


"What about Quantum and the Evo Division?!" Michael shouted from the back. [I]This shit is priceless[/i] 


 


"Quantum should be brought down! Yes I said it, and you should all say it too. It's their faults the world is the way it is! Don't you find it weird how this group who has helped with regulating Evos has Evos in their ranks? And these laws don't apply to them! I bet you all didn't know that did you? You think it's weird that the most dangerous and powerful Evos are either in prison or in their ranks. Doesn't that leave them with all the power? And yes, feel free to record this. Put it on YouTube, sell it to a local new station... Because these questions aren't just for you all in the crowd, it's for those evil fearing pricks locked away in their offices. The mayors, the governors, the congressmen, the president... all of you don't even realize that you're feeding a beast that you don’t even have control over. With that I'm done. May all who passed in the riot find peace." The man turned from the podium as people clapped and set his flowers with the other tributes. 


 


[I][color=yellow]Good job! Now get going. You gotta celebrate at home.[/color][/I] 


 


Michael was pleased by the speech, and almost decided to stay. He could already see that others were going to also speak out against the government. Reviving a dead resistance wasn't his goal, but it satisfied him. He was ready to leave, but he noticed a thought that made him stop mid step. His sights landed on Evan who had a wandering thought about an Evo, a powerful one at that. [I]Stopped a storm that big? That probably means should make one too. No name, but he's looking into it... I guess I'll stick around, at least until someone breaks this whole thing up.[/I]