The cubicles were pitch black without power. But she could hear the amorphous mass slithering, smell its acrid sweet odor.
"We're not firemen," Clair said. Asil donned her grey hijab. "We've got powers! It's time to do something, I'm going to help them!"
"Let it burn!" they chanted. Clair touched the slushy sidewalk. "Didn't want to do this..." An electric jolt scattered the rioters.
The mayor shouted into his iPhone. "Kids? I don't care! They're supers in a riot, keep the peace and shoot them!"
She grunted willing the boulder of snow and trash to do her bidding. It rolled into the flaming car, and Asil collapsed to one knee.
Beth grinned as Jon exited his stasis tube. He gasped…
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