The Demonstration

Outside Westminster a small gathering was developing. First there were five, then a couple more joined, another four, another five. Soon there were a good hundred. The gathering had been pre-arranged over the internet by Sarah, a girl with long dark wavy hair, a prominent nose and a serious look about her. She was known amongst her circle as being extraordinarily tenacious. She was going to find out where they were taking these “phenomenon”. It was like Guantanamo Bay all over again and she wasn’t going to stand for it. With their hand made placards they marched up and down demanding justice.

35° and Rising

Victor surveyed his surrounding. He was standing atop Hampstead Heath looking out across London, hands on hips, chest puffed out. It was mid-day and the sun was beating down. He had never felt stronger. It had only been yesterday when two Morphora goons suited up to the max had jumped out of a van and tried to take him in. They were no match with the sun at its zenith. Crash Bang Wallop. It took only a few minutes for Victor to dispose of them.

He was unsure how they heard about him. There was that car crash where he had saved three peoples lives, including a small child, that had appeared on the local news. Why they blamed him he’ll never know, he was no where near the crash when it happened. This saving people is a thankless job it seems. It’s not all bad, Victor mused, I looked damn good on TV.

I saw one....

The phenomenon as they'd been dubbed were merely a picture in a paper, a flash on the news, a link on an email. I never really thought about them too much and I didn't really think there were too many of them either. I wasn't even sure the tax hikes they were talking about to pay for the Morphora teams were worth it. I mean, safe from who? The threat had be "neutralised" right?

That was until I saw one...

The train was hot and full as I travelled from Southall to Paddington. Luckily I'd got a seat but was wondering whether picking one near the window such was a good idea. As I stared out of the window, I noticed a boy was running next to the train. A normal looking kid, jeans, stripey top but sporting a metal neck brace. As he started to get overtaken by the train he finally pulled himself loose of the collar and flew forward running faster than the train. As he approached the next station he leapt over the fence and into the tops of some trees behind.

I turned back into the carriage and met the eyes of the commuter sitting opposite. He raise his eye brows, shook his head, sighed and returned to his book. I wondered why no one pointed or said anything...then I realised this is London!