it had been a long few days. everyone had felt it. and things were, amazingly, starting to get boring for zachary. so it was time to show his face. there had been hundreds of thousands- maybe even approaching millions- of dollars of property damage and looting, dozens of people in icus across the city and even a handful dead, along with the hundreds of people with minor injuries.
but even blood was getting boring. people seemed to have ignored, or perhaps forgotten, the fact this was for mutants. he wanted to make things better. maybe he’d been a little heavy handed- but then, daken had taught him that the best entrance was a big one.
he found his way to times square. most people were ignoring him, a youngish teen, in decent clothes, keeping to himself? in all this panic, that was practically a saint. until the people causing the fuss over a woman’s handbag noticed him and stopped, coming over.
‘boss?” one of them said, folding his arms over his chest.
‘yes. it’s time. take the fight right to them.”
















