Seven days ago the world went insane. Against all laws of logic, individuals everywhere developed incredible powers that defied nature. Governments struggle to contain and control these odd occurrences but they fail. In some places, these empowered people fight for control using their abilities. In others they hide, fearing what will happen if they are revealed for what they are. In Clinton they do both. Some people have become celebrities, living in the light. Others have become shadows in the cities alleys and streets. A lot has happened in a week.
Sun rises on the city. A new day dawns. The people wake.
In a back alley two men wearing hooded jackets meet. One of them hands the other cash; he receives a brown paper bag in return. Genesis, a new drug manufactured by someone with a 'talent', is taking the streets by storm. It fills the user with an intense adrenaline high that makes them feel like they can do anything. Some people perform unnatural feats of strength or endurance - but their body pays the toll. People with torn muscles or broken bones and wide eyes fill emergency rooms, swearing they were fine.
On a city street a man wearing a brightly coloured lycra suit with a big T on the front lies bleeding. His eyes hold nothing but shock. He wheezes out breaths, bright red blood bubbling out of the gunshot wounds in his chest. A man wearing a cheap suit and a balaclava drops a pistol as he realizes he has just shot someone. He sprints down the street, dropping his forgotten stolen money, people parting in fear to let him pass. Both men think the same thing: "It wasn't meant to happen like this".
A door bearing the mark of a notoriously violent gang explodes into pieces as a man wearing a leather biker jacket is thrown through it. The entire bar goes silent as a middle-aged business man walks inside, neatly avoiding the wreckage that was once an entrance. He looks around once at the surprised faces and adjusts his glasses. A biker that had been standing by the door slams a pool cue into the back of his head. It shatters, shards cutting the bikers hand. Unfazed the man throws his assailant across the room as if he had weighed no more than a pillow. "Excuse my interruption", he says. "But it's time for my daily community service"
Sun rises on the city. A new day dawns. The people wake.