Scientific Report on Global Phenomenon of Awakening Powers

In the early 2000s, an extraordinary and unprecedented phenomenon emerged across the globe, wherein individuals began exhibiting a wide array of supernatural abilities, ranging from pyrokinesis to dramatic physical transformations, resembling traits of various animal species. Referred to as "awakening powers," this phenomenon has intrigued researchers and scientists alike, sparking a wave of investigations to comprehend its origins and implications. Current data suggests that approximately one percent of the global population has undergone these awakenings. However, within this select group, only one out of twenty individuals possesses powers deemed noteworthy for detailed scientific scrutiny, indicating the rarity and complexity of these extraordinary abilities. This report provides a brief glimpse into the fascinating world of awakening powers, shedding light on the enigmatic nature of this global occurrence.

Dr. Olivia M. Hawthorne, Senior Researcher

Parahuman Management Agency

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It has been about two months since Henry awakened his power at the late age of twenty, most parahumans awakened between twelve and eighteen but there were some cases of up to thirty so he wasn't exactly out of the spectrum.

Even his awakening was nothing grand, he was crunching for college and it seems that was enough stress for his awakening to trigger

What was out of the spectrum was how long he had managed to not have to use his power actively, but that ended tonight as his interests clashed with keeping a low profile.

It was a shitty night in Seattle, but it was often the case with just how cloudy it is in this city. Henry sighed as he reclined on the car’s seat as he let his mind fall onto the connection he felt all the time since he awoke as a parahuman, and soon enough he could be more than just the boring Henry but he became The Rat King as the sewage workers called him unknowingly.

He could make a network of all rats and organize their goals up to a degree, so he had spent all this time snowballing the amount of rats he was connected to the point that it could count as a small army. But tonight he ordered the rats to amass beneath and around a certain building close to the docks, it was unremarkable and low profile and those were probably the reasons that made a group of human traffickers settle onto that building.

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He was a selfish man and he didn't lie to himself about that, if it wasn't for a girl he was interested in being brought to this building he wouldn't be about to do what he was planning for the last twenty minutes. He could only chuckle at the fact that the girl didn't even know his name and he was going to such great lengths for her, he shook his head and refocused on his rats.

He had a few inside the building that didn't stand out due to how dirty the place was, so he took his time as no girl was being abused and instead they were drugged in an empty room. had they touched any of them he would have rushed things even more.

“And so it begins” he muttered in his chilly car as his grip on the steering wheel tensed, and after a deep breath he sent the order.

Rats rushed by the hundreds onto the building, there were about a dozen of the traffickers and their weapons were a shotgun and many handguns. The shotgun was worrisome but he had more rats than they had shells for, so the rats broke in at the same time.

It was gruesome, his power had never taken the feral side of the rats away but it had only given them other priorities other than cannibalism or ferocity. But now that feral side was just the thing he needed so he let them go all out, and he could feel it all as the rats tore onto the traffickers flesh many at a time. How the rats ignored their injuries and the deaths among their ranks, his back shivered as he felt the rats die and he he had to struggle to not puke the three cups of coffee he had since lunch.

The screams could be heard from the place he was parked in, so could the gunshots. So now it was time for his role in all this as he grabbed a burner phone and dialed 911, the sound of the call broke the silence that made his mind go to the rats as the assault came to an end and the rats started to feast on the flesh of his enemies.

“911, what's your emergency?” was what the voice of a older woman on the other side asked

“Hello i am the parahuman known as the rat king, i'm in the Harborfront Warehouse District on the western side and i just killed about a dozen people” Henry started to talk as he knew what he had to say and he hoped not to be tracked by the call “they were human traffickers and now im leaving the scene, there are seven drugged girls on a locked room so send some officers to handle that and also the bodies”

He then cracked the phone with his hands covered on a set of kitchen gloves and threw it out the window as he started the engine, his part was done so now it was time for the actual enforcers to do theirs.

He ordered the rats to disperse, and found that some rejected his order, clearly frenzied by the blood. He could only ignore them as he made sure to drive properly as he left the district and went back home.

He vomited once he was home, and took a shower to take the feeling of dirtiness away before going to bed without having dinner as his stomach turned each time he remembered the feeling.