I left the door slightly open, just as I found it and hid in one of the empty lockers which seemed to be designed as a makeshift clothes rack. I made sure not to shut it too tightly to not alert anyone who might have super hearing or some other ridiculous ability. I also tried to calm my breathing. Well, I tried and failed.

Honestly, I almost cried.

I heard footsteps frantically running up and down the corridor. The words 'intruder' and 'master' were constantly being murmured.

I heard a voice near the door suddenly tell everyone to silence themselves. It was another teenager but his voice had an air of authority to it.

"We mustn't tell Master!" He barked quietly. "He can't have gotten far. Maybe he's still below us. Or maybe he made his way to the garden."

Yes. I quietly celebrated. Maybe I could make my escape. Surely they wouldn't stop to think I hadn't gotten far and was right under their noses.

"He's in room 21." A nasally voice called out

Damnit!

I heard several footsteps swarm into the room. My heart was pounding as if it were about to shoot out of my chest. I tried so hard not to gasp, not to whimper, not to cry. I wasn't even an emotional person. These Powered Humans were just that scary.

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Stories of entire buildings being crushed. Earthquakes being summoned. People's brains fucking dripping out through their noses. These type of beings were no joke, especially when they were on to you. This really could've been the end of me.

Footsteps slowly crept into the room. The door creaked quietly as if it too was whispering. The footsteps grew louder and louder until- silence. This should've been the part where I ran out guns blazing. Or the part where they crush the locker and turn me into the dust. Surprisingly, everything happened rather quickly and less painfully. Before I had a chance to blink, the locker door was already open and a hand was fiercely holding me by the side of my neck. My knees buckled at the realization that now i was, as Reggie put it, "Royally fucked."

"Who the hell are you!?" barked my capturer with a low voice.

Before I could even mutter an answer, the nasally voice gave him the info that he needed.

"Jonathon Monty. Rookie journalist working for a small scale news agency."

Rookie!?

My capturer looked at me, his blue eyes staring daggers into my soul... Well not in a literal sense, thankfully.

He looked at the small crowd of kids and teens standing behind. The girl with the nasally voice was right beside him. Her long black hair almost shrouded her eyes, and unlike the rest of the mob behind her, she looked disinterested.

My capturer on the other hand, had a smile creep up onto his face. He looked back at the crowd and addressed them.

"Well guys. I guess the night's still young and we all seem restless. So I have an idea." He turned to look at me, his smile disappeared and his eyes narrowed at mine. "How about our guest here helps us wind down."

He yanked me and my body dove onto the ground. The surrounding crowd gave mixed reactions, not that I was brave enough to look back up and scan all their faces.

"Let's head to the garden." He commanded.