Dr Douglas felt a scream rise in her throat as something crashed into the car nearby, but managed to supress it, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. She forgot about her 'locked-car' issue and edged forwards, towards the crumpled car. It appeared someone in a silver suit - teenage dress was becoming weirder and weirder these days - had fell from the rooftop above and Dr Douglas was certain they would need medical attention. Thank goodness she knew CPR.
 
But before she had reached him, she saw the figure move and scramble up, out of the dent they had made in the front of the car. She slowed slightly, confused. Surely the man must be near death after a fall like that. She held out a hand, to help the disorientated chap to his feet.

"God Dammit!" the man spat out, dazedly.

Synapses connected in her brain as she realised that the man wasn't really hurt and the silver outfit was not just some crazy, obscure fashion and her hand snapped back to her body. No ordinary man could survive a sky dive without a parachute, therefore he couldn't be an ordinary man. The silver seemed to be part of him. His mutation.

No, she thought quickly, no, no, no. She couldn't become involved in something like this, nor be associated with any mutants of any kind. Just being near one could be dangerous. She began to back away, her small heels clattering on the concrete slabs. To ease her guilty conscience, she reasoned with herself that the dude was alive and didn't look too hurt - he surely could survive without her help. Her head reeling, she tottered past her modern car, deciding to head back to the offices for her precious car keys, despite the impending darkness of night. She couldn't stay out here all night, especially considering the rally unfolding in front of her. 

The mutants' rights crowd had clearly gained some form of energy from the obvious display of a mutant ability and were chanting even louder - if that were possible - and Dr Douglas caught glimpses of people being pushed over. She hurried across the square, huffing and puffing in annoyance. Of all the days, she muttered to herself...wait. She caught a flicker of movement out the corner of her eye and her head snapped in the direction of the blur. She found herself staring at the dark opening of an alley, tucked away from the commotion of the mutant rally. She approached cautiously when a couple of people came into her line of vision. They were stood, panting, covered in a vivid red stain that looked suspiciously like fresh blood, with a host of limp, mangled bodies littered around them. She couldn't make out any of the victim's nor offender's faces; the lighting was too dim.

Her eyes widened as she scrambled to grab her phone, her fingers fumbling for the nine digit as she tried to back out of sight of the two. 

It seemed she had just stumbled upon the scene of a murder.