But there was something...wrong, about the man who had joined the gathering. 

She was struggling to hear now that she had powered down. The night wind and rain were becoming a little too eager and the momentum the rally had gained showed no signs of diminishing in the near future. The red-headed guy - a crimson beacon in the grey of the evening - was bobbing up and down, now, as he started showing off his levitation skills, whipping the large platform from side to side. The audience that had gathered supplied a few oohs and aahs, which seemed enough to sustain his demonstration. He grinned, his white cheeks turning pink - approaching the shade of his hair - as the effort required for him to exert began to increase, along with the impressiveness of his display. Dr Douglas muttered to herself; stupid. Trying to help people like that was pointless. It was if they [i]wanted[/i] to be taken down by the authorities. Did they not have any life preservation instincts?

The prickle of unease did not subside. She found herself peering hard at the man back in the alley (trying to ignore the fact that it was now the scene of several murders) but there was no outward sign that he was particularly unusual - though by the others' reactions, she could pretty much guarantee he was some kind of mutant. So what, exactly, could he do? 

For the second time that night, she gave in. She reached for her electrical sense and unleashed it, yet again. 

Oh my, Dr Douglas thought, stunned. The strange guy ran on electricity. That, was quite a revelation in itself. She could see he was made of flesh and blood - well, it certainly seemed that way - but it seemed as though an electrical component was concentrated in his chest area, from what she could make out; a golden, pulsing point in her mind's eye. She glanced at the others. It was irrational and stupid and probably the worse decision she had ever made, but she felt, as a fellow mutant, she needed to protect them - whoever they were - from this threatening being. Maybe that would erase the guilt she felt for leaving the mutant crumpled up on the car she'd fled from earlier. 

She kept her thumb and finger on the frame of her glasses, keeping her eyes fixed on the shadowed man and focused deep on the electrical thrumming that seemed to source from where his heart should be. How very odd. And something seemed almost...familiar about it, or him, or whatever the thing was. Though she couldn't quite place her finger on it, nor afford to divert her attention into sifting through trivial memories. She pulled mentally, beginning to drain the writhing spark in the man's chest. She immediately felt the toll it took on herself, and after draining a considerable amount and letting it flow through the ground, she stumbled backwards and slid down the wall in exhaustion, breathing heavily and feeling dizzy. Maybe that would have some effect on the creature - hopefully as much as it was having on her.