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[color=F0E68C][h2]September 7th | Alan's Apartment | NYC / NY | 20XX[/h2][/color][/Center]

Lindy simply watched Alan closely. He felt his face, as if he hadn’t even realized he wasn’t wearing them. That was weird, to say the least. Were they unnecessary? Did he just wear them to look cute? There were plenty of possible answers, Lindy was certain. But he didn’t seem overly confident in saying anything. Was it an uncomfortable topic? She was starting to regret asking, she was just trying to get attention off of herself. She didn’t realize it’d put him on the spot like this.

She wasn’t going to press; But admittedly was surprised when he just walked away. She tilted her head and watched him, eyes widening from her squinted expression at the sight of those beautiful cinnamon rolls. He was good at tempting, and if this was his way of distracting her, she wasn’t going to argue with it.

[color=F0E68C]”H-”[/color]

She didn’t have time to respond; As her mouth opened to speak, Alan spoke to her instead. Not to leave this room, huh? She knew it. He was faking the glasses! All this time and she thought he had legitimate eye problems, though with how they looked on him she could understand. He rocked the look pretty well. Maybe it was the slight babyface. 

[color=F0E68C]”Your secret is safe with me.”[/color] She replied, in a knowing tone. Here came the admittance; She’d hear him out and not tell anyone. Simple as that—

Why was he staring at her so seriously?

She relaxed as he sat down, listening to what he had to say, Her eyes widened at the revelation that he had been at the university attack: She couldn’t even tell he had been to a hospital or anything, with how healthy he looked. Though considering her, that wasn’t too farfetch’d…

… Wait, no.

Mutations? Alan was claiming after the attack he could see clearly, and beyond that, he was claiming other things happened too? Lindy momentarily looked down at her hands, before Alan’s talk of being a madman drove her to look back at him. No, he wasn’t a madman. But this was something Lindy didn’t expect… And wasn’t liking one bit.

Eyes scanning him and the mirror, she let out an audible gasp as she witnessed not only his hair changing colors, but his eyes as well. Lindy usually would play this off as an illusion or trick, but these things seemed too real. The way it changed was strange, beyond any effects she’d ever seen right in front of her eyes. He presented this to her with trust, and she felt pain in her lip as she bit down on it, unsure of if she could do the same.

… What the hell was she saying? He trusted her. She couldn’t betray that.

[color=F0E68C]”My god… Alan,”[/color] She spoke softly, standing. She gestured towards her head bandaging, finding herself needing to explain. [color=F0E68C]”I was there, too. I don’t know exactly why, but emergency dispatch found me on the steps outside with my head busted against the stairs. All I can even remember from that day is what doctors and my mom told me.”[/color] 

She hesitated. The way she threw Xander… That had to mean she was strong, right? That’d be easy enough to show off. [color=F0E68C]”I was hospitalized. I didn’t notice much was weird except for how easy my recovery ended up being. But— I… I discovered something awhile ago. Don’t get up, don’t panic. Be quiet,”[/color]

His mom was asleep. She’d make this quick so there’d be no witnesses. Lindy gripped both sides of Alan’s chair; And with ease even she didn’t expect, she picked both it and him up off the ground. She raised him up somewhat, though not to the point of going over her head. She held him in place momentarily before lowering him back to the floor as gently as she could.

[color=F0E68C]”That was like holding a textbook.”[/color] She boasted, backing away a little, with a small smile curving on her lips. It was kind of fun, but also terrifying. If they had both been in that attack… God, had Xander been there, too? He went to that university. And that fire…

Three people. Herself, and two she knew. This attack, what the hell had it done? Changing eye and hair colors? Super strength? Fucking self-igniting? How many people were like this? The attack had a lot of victims, a lot didn’t make it… But the three she knew had made it all came out with weird abilities, apparently. 

It didn’t take a genius to consider it the cause.

[color=F0E68C]”Alan… I think whatever that was? It changed people. It can’t be a coincidence that we both were there and we changed, right?”[/color] She questioned to him, the thought again rushing through her head: That terrorist attack. It changed people.

How many people it changed was the question.