Ever since he had agreed to work at the institute Cassius had been called many things by many different people. Freak, traitor, monster, hot, sexy, crazy, bastard. Sadly, people wouldn’t understand that he was doing the right thing.
People like him are dangerous, that night had taught him that. He could still remember the screams as he got into the water, the way the chlorine filled pool crackled because he couldn’t control his powers. It got onto the news that day only the story that was told wasn’t what had really happened. They told everyone that the wiring for the lightning wasn’t up to code, that a live wire had broken off of the ceiling landing into the water frying everyone inside.
But it wasn’t a live wire, and not everyone died, there was one survivor. One person lived because he was the one that caused the current.
People like him shouldn’t be allowed to go near normal humans, too dangerous and deadly. He didn’t try and hurt anyone, really, he didn’t but that didn’t mean that it didn’t happen.
It was like he was a ticking time bomb ready to go off, people like him they needed to be controlled they needed to be taken care off before they went off.
It was why that when they went to take him in, he didn’t try and fight them, his body was as white as porcelain back then his young body shaking. They came dressed in armour made of what looked like rubber and were carrying what looked like a mix of high-pressure water guns and tranquiliser darts. Maybe they planned to try and kill him with water if he tried to resist.
He still didn’t know the truth about that, they refused to tell. He had spent most of his life working with them and yet they didn’t trust him. He didn’t blame them; he was a monster but still he couldn’t deny that the realisation was biting.