[b]San Francisco, California - Jason Korvil - Cafe[/b]

[I]Those things are monsters, they can’t be around the rest of us. I have kids how can people feel safe with them walking around and the worst type of people have gotten powers now.[/I]

Thoughts from an older white lady walking inside a nearby grocery store. Jason sat down at a table at a cafe watching videos on his laptop. This had become one of his favorite past-times since the manifestation of his abilities. Sitting outside at random cafe’s, enjoying a nice strong caffeinated brew & surfing the thoughts of random passerby’s.

People were filled with all sorts of thoughts he’d found out. This the psych major’s ultimate dream, being able to truly analyze people. It had served him well with his private practice allowing him to flourish the past two months. He’d even done some cold calls, catching some disturbing or risky thoughts from people that he talked into coming to the clinic. Between his practice & the evening support groups he’d started for Altered Humans he was feeling as though he put his powers to good use.

At least for regular old Jason, but not Justice. Justice had different ideas about how to use their powers. Justice was like a brother to Jason, the older brother he never had. Being the eldest sibling he was expected to be the example. Sometimes the pressure of that was too much, and finally the facade of strength cracked when his father was sentenced. From that moment in the darkest nether regions of his mind, the crevice of his subconscious his desire to be coddled and have someone to look up to expanded. His innate yearning to have someone else be the role model and him simply following their lead. Thus Justice was born, a fragment of his personality who’d grew up to lessen that burden on poor Jason.

[I] “Jason you need to rest, let me take over for now. We’re sitting out here watching people like birds, I don’t want to hear them chirp anymore. There so predictable it’s almost funny. The ones you expect to be the judgmental pricks are, the ones who are suffering have this victim mentality about the whole thing that won’t go away because of this trauma or that trauma,”[/I] Justice spoke from within the confines of Jason’s mind, the alternate personality having a conversation with the primary one that was Jason.

[I] “I do understand, perhaps I do need to rest.  I mean you heard the President’s announcement, the blood tests are starting soon they will do horrible horrible things to us. [/I] Jason replied to his other self. As he said that he looked up to notice a convoy of armored vehicles pulling up to a wax-mart. 

It didn’t take but a few minutes for the military to began setting up shop in-front of the grocery store. Soon he was able to see why, the exact reason the soldiers were planting themselves in-front of the super-center. Some medical professionals had accompanied them, they were setting up a blood testing center. Jason whipped out his phone going clicking into the twitter app. Searching about the blood tests and altering his settings to only show things from nearby his eyes widened. At other nearby places with large amounts of foot traffic including popularly frequented fast food restaurants & gas stations the same things were happening.

“The National Guard’s been deployed! This is nuts, there gonna find those freaks and drag them out of the corner there hiding in.” One man in his early 20’s spoke, he appeared to be speaking with a friend of similar age. The two youths were emerging from a game-stop that was next to the cafe Jason was sitting at.

“Yeah I hope they get em formal, the las thing we need is super powered black people. They commit enough crimes as it is.” The second man said the two friends laughing with each other. Jason’s teeth grinned and he rubbed his scalp to ease the anger that was rising in him. He despised people like them so callous in their hatred. As the two men hopped in their vehicle getting ready home to play the new games they’d obtained from the store.

“Justice…will be served.” Jason watched as the youths pulled out of their parking space into the main road. Jason turned his head in every which way seeing an SUV was speeding down the street and using his powers he used an invisible force that caused the SUV to spin out of control zooming until it crashed into the youths.  A loud BOOM being heard as the two video’s collided, glass shattering, and the screaming of the youths as well as the SUV driver a middle aged white mom who’d been blasting country music while driving blowing her horn at everyone else who was trying to take their time on the road. Two sets of people who were both just a drain on society in Jason’s opinion from the brief observation of them out among everyone else. Using his ability to cause a violent collision between them was something that brought a smile to his face. Or rather Justice, the representation of everything Jason wanted to have protect him was in control. People around the area where whipping out their phones some to call 911, others to take pictures & record video of what just transpired. Jason stood up from the cafe and walked over to the trash to discard the near empty coffee cup. The age of loud mouthed oppressive bullies was over, thanks to the energy storm the world dynamic was changing. The oppressed shall rise up and become the oppressors, and finally thanks to these powers the meek shall inherit the earth.

[b]San Francisco California - Floyd Banker - Drinks on Us[/b]

Floyd had parted ways with Rita after some bomb sex, delicious Mexican food & a couple backwoods. He enjoyed being around her for sure, she was fiery. He liked that personality in a woman, although some weren’t fans of the combative chicks he liked to go to war with his girl.

It made sense that the energy plague had turned her into a literal human flame-thrower then. Perhaps powers were a reflection of people’s personality traits, then again how could genetics care about your feelings? In the end what did Floyd know, more peculiar thoughts floating through his skull from over-consumption of marijuana.  He decided to take his mind off things and accept Darius’ invitation to go out for some drinks. After all his pockets were more flush then usual thanks to getting his drugs through Rita.

It was a bit of a comfortability stretch to initiate doing business with the cartels. But he felt with superhuman powers at his disposal it couldn’t go wrong. Or at least not as wrong as it could without them. He strolled through the streets whistling just like any other guy, the only difference was he was currently invisible. As he strolled down the side-walk he noticed a girl he had an intense dislike of. Brianna, while he was out here he decided to make the most of his time and get enrolled in classes. Sure he already had a semi succesful business, a media & marketing firm Paradise Productions but he wanted something more. He wanted the validation that came with a piece of paper saying he really was intelligent.  Why limit his options to any one thing, he wasn’t that type of guy. Who knew what the future held, and with a lengthy arrest record from his past he wanted to develop as many skills as possible that he could convert it into equitable skills.

“Girl you won’t believe it. But he put..it down! I’m telling you! And he drives a hellcat, this negro getting some bread fat-real he not one of them broke boys like you be talking too.” Brianna was being loud & obnoxious as usual whilst on the phone talking to one of her friends. Trading stories about the men they lured into their bed-rooms to pump dry of any & all financial assets. That behavior made Floyd’s blood boil, he grew tired of hearing women spouting this nonsense more and more since City Girl’s rise in popularity.

Suddenly a thought popped into Floyd’s mind an immature one at that but he couldn’t resist. He approached the female he had such disdain for making sure not to bump into anyone else on the side-walk considering he was unseen. As he neared closer to her he stuck his foot out causing her to trip.

“Guh AHH!! Brianna yelped from loosing her balance and fell face forward into the sidewalk. She cried out as she planted her face into the sidewalk screaming out. Some dude nearby who’d seen her fall rushed over to her while Floyd inched away from the scene holding back intense laughter.  As he walked away he saw blood oozing from Brianna’s forehead showing that she’d really hurt herself with that fall.

“Stupid bitch.” Floyd muttered to himself as he turned a corner & finally was able to laugh aloud about the situation. Not wanting to be outed as the invisible bitch tripper he slipped into a dark ally where he reversed the effects of his power becoming part of the visible spectrum again. “Shit I thought I was feeling like Ghost when I got my first duffel bag full of cocaine, but this takes the cake.”

Floyd amused himself with his own inside jokes about Power, even though he was only speaking to himself. He took out his phone to look at how far he was walking distance from “Liquid Paradise” the bar he was meeting Darius at. He’d much rather have went to china town himself as he found a pretty nice bar run by a Vietnamese guy down there. Not to mention the had specials on drinks tonight and he’d seen some gorgeous asian women over there last time he went. The fact that he was extra sauced up on Hennessy could have played a role on how many pretty women he saw there as beer goggles often did but he was willing to trust that his intoxicated brain didn’t bump the women up too many points on the attractive scale. 

It wasn’t long before he’d made it to the outside of the establishment. “Took ya long enough negro, the hell was you doing taking the scenic route? And where the hell is yo car, don’t tell me that shit got repossessed I new you ain’t owned that BMW. Yo ass was capping bout being up huh.”

Floyd turned to see the very friend he’d come over here to meet up with. Darius, who was a little older than him.  Well maybe more then a little Darius was in his early, very early 30’s as he liked to say. He was very light skinned, had an impressive muscular build, and was sporting a white wife beater and some sweats. Not exactly the preferred garb at bars but at a whopping 240 pounds all muscle not many people wanted to address or correct Darius in public unless he was really making an ass of himself. Floyd was glad he was on the big guy’s side walking up and dapping up his friend. “Nah bruh my car just fine, I was fucking with Rita, and pussy so good I just started walking and shit like I got extra energy now. I forgot I even had a car.”

“Oh I see what happened yo ass took a uber to her spot, got too fucking high, and just walked from there.” Darius asked as they began approaching the entrance to Liquid Paradise.

“No bruh I got that shit on me, and I’m finna make a play. No need driving with this shit if I don’t got to, there aye bruh come over here.” Floyd waved down a hispanic man who was smoking a marblo red like it was his last. The man hurried over to Floyd and Darius, the trio walking into the parking lot ducking behind a parked SUV. Floyd reached in his nike duffel bag taking out a large bag of powder cocaine handing it to the man in exchange for a stack of blue bills.

“Ah ease I see you later, I go now, pleasure do business Floyd I.” A  hand shot out from Darius grabbing the hispanic man’s shoulder causing him to freeze & tense up. “Aye what’s the big idea.”

“Calm down “Ese” let me count the money first shit you act ike everybody got 13 racks, predicate you looking out Darius,.” Floyd said thanking his friend from grabbing speedy Gonzalez to prevent him from speeding off before he counted all the proceeds from his drug sale. After a few seconds he confirmed he had all 13 K and Darius released the customer who left off a few choice words that let him know he wasn’t happy about the supposed “lack of trust between established professionals.”

It wasn’t until a few moments later they were both situated in the bar, Floyd producing a pre rolled Dank-Woods. Sparking up the flower, wax and kief infused cigar he took only three puffs before he started coughing profusely. “Shit gah damn this that strong ass shit forreal.” Floyd said between strained breaths passing the premium cannabis cigar to his buddy. 

“I’d hope so, I’ve seen these motherfuckers around in the store, these joints going for $50 to $60 a pop and that’s out here in Cali. Can you imagine back in Atlanta shits prolly be $100 for a blunt, I mean I’m good I’ve got iron lungs and I ain’t smoked all day some of us have real jobs so we can’t just blow down kush all day.” Darius teased Floyd although there was a hint of jealousy in his voice. He had a good job as an engineer but he did find it unfair that Floyd made his monthly income in a day just selling cocaine alone. Not to mention the other drugs he sold on top of his legitimate business. 

“Hey look man if you wanna work with me, ball out you always welcome. You know I’m getting money 10 different ways fa-shitsho.” Floyd announced with pride as a busty waitress in some thick fitting clothing came out producing their drinks and a plate of wings Floyd had ordered. Floyd slid her a $20 dollar bill propping it in-between her breasts as Darius grabbed a drumstick off the plate biting down into it passing the weed back to Floyd.

“Damn hold on there big fella, how you know this 20 piece wasn’t for me? I said drinks on me, I ain’t say wings.” Floyd protested as Darius continued to eat un-perturbed by his friends insane greediness.

“Bruh shut the fuck up I will knock yo ass out in the middle of the bar, and walk away with the duffel bag, damn don’t be a fucking crab. Like you got cartel bitches, a whole real business & fucking super powers, and you don’t wanna share wings? And I’m always looking out?” Darius said now sounding a little upset forreal causing Floyd to feel some guilt.

“Right right ighh you gotta point, shit It ain’t really going do nun to my funds. Ayo waitress, uhh Wass ya name Letucia yea lemme get another ten piece, make that teriyaki and throw in another order of fries, shit matter fact might as well get us another round of coronas two while you at it, multi-tasking is the shit right now.” Floyd said spitting off orders to the waitress whilst digging into the food himself in between hits. As it seemed he was having the perfect time out with his friends after spending some time with his girl he noticed something on the TV.

Nothing more about Project KIVA or operation KIVA whichever it was called, but something that affected him all the same none the less. Potentially more so as this was about the President’s announcement. He looked up at the television which was turned to Fox News reporting about President Forrester’s emergency enhanced act. “Awh man you gotta be kidding me you see this bullshit.” Floyd said in protest causing Darius to look up at & glance at the television screen.

The jolly brown giant’s eyes scrunched seeing what his friend was looking at. The bar had the subtitles turned on for anyone interested in keeping up with the news since loud hip hop music was blaring in the back-ground. Knowing that his own friend greedy and all was endangered by these new laws being announced was concerting to him. “You ain’t lied this guy some bullshit, it’s like he’s the republicans revenge for us finally having a black president.  And Obama barely even helped us.” Darius stated taking another wing off the plate and biting down.

“Yeah well I wish we could go back to barely helped then this guy and his bullshit make America safe again. You know every time he be saying that I just be wondering what the fuck is he talking about? Jim Crow laws really ain’t even end until the middle of the 60’s, so when he’s talking about safe again he can’t be talking about for us and defiantly not Altered humans, so who exactly is he making the country safe again for? Hmm Yeah exactly racist ass motherfucker. Type of shit he saying makes someone with powers really think about going along with that fuck shit Reaper be saying.” Floyd stared at the screen with the same attention & intensity he had when he noticed the announcement from CyberCorp about KIVA earlier today. At this rate he was going to take an extended break from viewing the news, every time he managed to catch a report recently it was negative & causing him to feel more and more uneasy about what was coming next.