[b]Atlanta, Georgia - Jordan Whittaker - Georgia State Dorm Room [/b]

“Ain’t this some shit.” Jordan groaned looking at the horrifying news on the television in his college dormitory. His plan to escape to Atlanta, and find a new life away from guns, selling heroin, fighting, and other unsavory behavior had been unraveling rapidly thanks to “The Incident” & being Empowered. He remembered vividly when the lights all went off in the city,a global blackout, panic, sirens blaring, and then everything went out. Net thing he knew he woke up in the outskirs of the city shirtless, and a week later. The whole entierety of the experience had been disturbing & heightened his teenage PTSD from gang banging.

“Can you believe that, some Pastor he is! Who is he to call these people demons, he’s the real monster.” His girlfriend Tiara protested as she walked back into the living room where Jordan was and kissed him on the lips then sat down and put her hand on his.

“Baby stop, I know what your trying to do. I’m sorry that Shannon died, but I keep telling you the only reason we survived that car accident is the grace of God, I don’t have no damn powers, I’m not one of them things.” Jordan protested although he quickly realized what he said would effect her. “ I ain’t mean to call em things Tia-”

“Oh fuck you! That’s not okay Jordan. “His girl protested as some tears welled in her eyes both of the harsh reminder that her cousin Shannon was killed, as well as the fact that the guy whom she idolized and held a place in her heart had been the one to utter the most recent hatred statements about her. [i]Maybe I Was wrong about him being Empowered, there’s no way we survived that accident that entire Bus everyone on it that hit us and two cars full of people behind that got involved all died, even our car is totalled and we still here maybe it was God[/i] Tiara wished she could remember the nature of the accident but the memories of the time & everything around it were gone from her mind.

“I know babe I’m sorry, I mean look even if I was one of them well I would have to get the fuck outta here. I mean I’m sure it’s bad everywhere to be an real life mutnat, but in the A everything going on it’s gotta be up the scale. I mean look Shannon got killed and she lives in Miami, her power wasn’t even violent.” 

“Look I need some fresh air babe please let’s stop talking about her, I’ll come back later I’m sorry.” Tiara felt bad about trying to coerce Jordan into revealing he was empowered, and got up to leave much to Jordan’s disapointment who sighed and went to focus on watching the rest of the news report about Pastor Grady, only to learn a hospital downtown had been brought down, as well as riots & other violent acts.

“This whole situation is a fucking mess, jesus christ, got my girl mad at me but I can’t tell her Im gonna have to go back home, this shit is fucking insane.” As he sat back in his couch he shrugged wanting to figure something out when his phone began buzzing and he reached for it only to hear a voice he’d hoped was from his nightmares rather then part of reality.

“Hello Whittaker, it seems you think my call was a warning? I know now what you are, and who you are. I will ruin your life, you see everything going on in the media? What do you think will happen if I take the evidence I have of you to the authorities? All those people on that bus, the honda, and the corolla are dead because of your power, you decided you and that wench of yours deserved a second chance at life more thn over 30 people? 

“Your fucking real.” Jordan balked realizing just how serious the situation was, and the person on the other line laughed.

“Listen Jordan, I told you what I want. If you want your family, your girlfriend, all of them to be safe, you’ll be wise to listen to me, or else. I’ll be calling back later to get an update on your homework.” Click.. A ping noise was heard, and thel ine disconnected Jordan holding the phone in his hand shaking about what was unraveling, now forced to accept the truth of his life being Empowered & the ramafications from his actions intentional or otherwise were dismantling his life more and more every day. 

“I have to find this motherfucker, rock his shit, and get the fuck outta here or else Tiara, Kandice, mama all them might get got.” A sigh of exhaspuration infused with stress & disapointment emerged from the struggling college student as he held his face down burying his vision into the carpet trying to figure out a remedy to his situation rather then just wallow in self pity.