Zero walked casually down the sidewalk, street clothes donned trying to be "normal". Although he wasn't even sure he knew what normal felt like. The city was, as always a bustling metropolis with all colors and characters prancing about. The street-side hot dog vendor was filling the air with a delicious aroma. Although he had the day off Zero always enjoyed walking the streets and people watching, and in all honesty someone with his unique "gifts" never really had a day off. Unaware of the awkward glances and penetrating stares by passers by Zero kept his head down and feet moving forward. The whispers started subtle enough, however soon the chatter rose to an audible level and the staring became almost a non-verbal assault by the strangers on the street. One large and somewhat poorly put together man approached Zero as he turned a corner onto a side street.
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"Yous' one of dem freaks aint ya?" [/color]the hulking figure pondered aloud. [color=ed1c24]"I know cause I was you what on the internets...."[/color] This man was clearly not one of high level intelligence however his sheer bulk seemed to slightly diminish Zeros' size. [color=ed1c24]"We don't want none of your kind 'round here, you muties should be ended, all of yous'"  
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Zero shot the man an awkward, almost offended glance. He was still getting used to living in his own skin after recent events left him with powers he himself didn't fully understand. This was precisely the problem Zero was trying to avoid, just stay out of the spotlight and try not to get involved with any stupid, scared "normals".

[color=0076a3]"Listen fella, I don't want any trouble.... I'm just a regular guy like you, trying to make his way..."[/color]
This thought only seemed to enrage the lumbering oaf in front of him, turning the furrowed brow from one of confusion, to one of anger.
[color=ed1c24]"I ain't no freak yeah?, I should pop your scrawny neck for that"[/color]
With that said a bowling ball sized fist came hurling toward Zero in the form of a right hook.
Zero quickly ducked as the large man followed through with his strike decimating a stack of wooden pallets next to him.
As wood chips flew into the air Zero took off back down the street, fleeing from this rather aggressive man who was now charging after him.

He skillfully took a corner and headed toward the large park in the center of the city, narrowly avoiding a large crate that came screaming over his shoulder, the bumbling mass of rage and human still in tow. The large man was screaming obscenities and calling Zero a freak as he pushed over on-lookers in pursuit. Zero pulled his hood over his head and quickly dove into a set of thick, overgrown bushes that bordered the park. Rolling through the brush he was sure he slipped his pursuer, and now catching his breath he sat in awe at the massive plant structures that seemed to dominate the landscape in the center of the city. He never noticed how beautiful and wild this place looked, then again in Veridian City it helped to never notice much of anything, ever...Things were simply safer that way.

Zero stopped as roughly 40 yards away he saw what looked like a large red throne made of plant life, and seated upon it was a strikingly beautiful creature that Zero couldn't be sure was even human. Standing in front of it was the cocky cheese-ball Streak. They seemed to be conversing although he couldn't hear what they had been discussing. There was a third figure though he couldn't make out who...or what it was. Zero wanted no part of this, however, he seemed to have gotten himself turned around and now could not find his bearings on how to exit the park.

As he shifted his weight [color=fff200][i][b]*SNAP!*[/b][/i][/color] a branch broke underneath his feet. [b][i][color=1b1464]SHIT![/color][/i][/b],
he thought.... 
[i][b][color=1b1464]maybe they didn't hear that?[/color][/b][/i]
He stood frozen hoping he could remain unnoticed.