Snow was released the next morning. Skins was there with the other boys to take him away. As they walked through the hospital halls, he could feel their stares... From patients and doctors alike. He heard them whispering and his cheeks turned red. He didn't like this... He pulled the collar of his shirt and let out a shaky breath. Skins squeezed his shoulder, as if reading his mind and feeling his uncomfortable state. Snow looked up at her and gave a little smile. He was glad she was on his side. The drive back to the house was quiet and Snow stared out the window the entire time. He could see people walking the streets with signs about the end of the world... They were afraid of what the mutant genes meant. He closed his eyes and sighed when they entered the tunnel. In what world could he ever be seen as normal?
When they got inside, they all gravitated with Snow to the dining room where he slammed his hands on the table and leaned over it, looking at them all.
"We can't keep sitting around like this. The plan you guys came up with isn't going to work. We start with the prisons. The other ones Skins talked about. We'll break everyone free and then we build our army."
"Army?"
"Narcolepse said there's going to be a battle and I believe him. He says it's unavoidable and it could go one of two ways. And to tip the balance in our favor, he says we need to consider other ways to defeat someone without killing them."
"Ooh!"
Books raised his hand.
"I got that covered."
Snow looked his way and nodded.
"I'm thinking that if we can get Books the materials he needs, he can build a soundwave weapon that works as a pulse, killing all the monsters within range."
"That actually sounds like a lot of fun."
Books smiled and pulled a pen and small notepad from his back pocket. He started jotting things down and mumbling to himself.
"As for the rest of us, we need to go find those prisons and set them all free. We'll need a place for everyone to stay to gather themselves and prepare for the battle. Nobody needs to die on the field. We just need to use our abilities to subdue our enemies."
"You've really been thinking hard about this, haven't you?"
Skins said.
"I've had a lot of time on my hands, so yes. And Books is right about something he said to me recently. He said it takes gentle consideration of the words and actions of your kind to put fears to rest. Or something like that. My point is..."
He looked around at everyone.
"We need a big publicity stunt to show that while we are powerful, we are not dangerous. And this battle will be that for us. We can hold a conference about it later. We should prepare our wants and needs for the future."
"That is... Assuming we'll win."
Nicholas said. Freak swatted his arm.
"Of course we'll win."
Snow smiled at Freak who smiled right back.
"Let's prepare and do this, then."
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*Slight Trigger Warning*
-Mentions of self-harm
-Old scars
A week later, Snow headed into his room and flicked on the light, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw Narcolepse standing in front of the window.
