(well, technically it is sunday so, here you go...I have one problem with this episode, it may not be a big deal, but I'm like a perfectionist when it comes to certain things...also, I had a scene planned for this episode, however, it was so long, I am going to have to put it in the next chapters...anyway, enjoy!)

Saturday, September 13, 2014, Late at Night.

After the funeral was over, I couldn't talk with anyone there. I couldn't bear the loss of such a close friend, I went straight home. I sat there, by myself, the pain was deep. It felt like there was a knife sticking right through my chest. That night, I couldn't sleep; I went outside and sat on the porch, trying to let the cool air clear my mind. That's when I saw him.

"Who?" Jason interrupts

The Watcher...I came up with that name by myself. Yes, I think I have a knack for those things. He was stalking me all day. From the funeral to me at my house, he followed me. Spooky? Yes. Intimidating? No.

With my powers, I could take on anyone, I wasn't scared. I pulled off my sweatshirt, wearing a t-shirt underneath. I called him out. The man in his black trench coat just stood there, speechless and motionless. So, I walked out there to him.

He never moved, he just stood there...thoughts ran through my head, Dasiou, the bank robbery, everything that has happened the last few days. It's just so much stress, and this man in his black clothing. He knew me, I know he did, why would he be following me, did he know I had powers? I don't know...but he never will. Because in my stress, I charged up my hand, and sent thousands of volts into his body. He flew back away. I walked out to his dead body on the ground. His face now revealed in the light of a simple street light post. His coat was open. I saw some papers sticking out of his pockets. I grabbed them, and this is what it read.

"If you're reading this, you probably killed me out of anger, with that said; I did not deserve to die. Just like your friend...I'm sure it gives you much pain, now you know how I felt when you killed my wife. I am after you, Jake; I am after you and all those power people who have made this world a horrible place.

"No..." Jason says.

"It was signed, the Pickster"

"Pickster?"

"Yep...that's not all."

"What else did you do?" Jason says kind of scared.

"I turned around for a couple of seconds, and when I looked back, he was gone..."

"So...he's still after you."

"He's pissed off for my doing back at the bank."

"I told you, Jake, it wasn't your fault!"

"Well, this psycho sure thinks so! But does he even consider that one all-black dude? No!"

"Well, you can take him on!"

"I shocked that guy to death and he's alive! This guy has powers, he's stronger then that one dude from the mental institution!"

"Tantrum"

"Yeah"

"Well, you had it easy, the meteor hit a mindless psycho! It's not like he knew what he was doing"

"Not the point!"

"I know, I know, but don't worry, you might have lost control, but you didn't kill anyone, even that girl at the bank...it's not your fault, so cheer up!"

"Right...right..."

Jason and Jake walk outside, "So uh, have you seen Rachel. It's been days and she hasn't shown up."

Jake is speechless.

"Uh, Jason"

Jake points out to Jason what he is staring at. Jason looks over and sees a big armored truck in the middle of the neighborhood. Three armed men in Camou suits barge into a house, another man sits back waiting for them to return. He carries a small radar gun, which is beeping quickly.

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, the two men hold a young man by the arms and the other guy has a gun to his back. He is struggling hard, trying to break free. They throw him into the back of the armored vehicle, and shut the door. Moments later, dents begin to form inside-out of the back of the truck. The man inside was trying to punch his way out. With no luck though, the armored truck drives off.

"They just took that man away!" Jason says.

"Why?"

"Probably because he had powers...turn on the TV!" Jason yells to Jake.

He runs back inside the house and quickly flips the TV on.

Jason runs over and hops onto the couch in a semi-cool fashion, has they switch it to CNN news.

"Oh my..." Jason starts.

"God..." Jake finishes.

On television, inside a huge storage base, they show hundreds of cages, electrified on the bars.

"As you can, we are ready for taking action. Right after President Obama declared that power people be put away, governmental scientists quickly gathered these jail cages. Specializing for keep these people imprisoned."

"Many of these people have already been captured."

Clips are shown of people being taken away.

"Some have been easy, others have not been."

Another clip is shown where a girl phases through the men until they shock her with a special gun, and take her out.

Jason's eyes widen watching this.

"The ferocity of these new creatures has the government taking action. After the tantrum incident, and the attack on the President, Obama has decided to take drastic measures in protecting the United States."

"Yeah, right"

"What?" Jake says.

"Do you know how many of those people are good? And don't deserve such pain?" Jason says. He's doing more harm than good, because all the other power people will just rebel and attack!"

"Why aren't you going into politics again?"

----Meanwhile----

Blake, Alice, and Hank sit inside an old abandoned apartment. Blake is eating some beans right out of a can, and Alice chows down on some berries that she kept in her bag. Hank stands up, just staring at them.

"You people act like were poor!"

"We are..." Alice says.

"Um, hello...we just flew to New York..."

Blake gives him a dirty look...

Days ago...

Blake and Alice arrive at the airport, and find Hank mumbling to himself while pacing back and forth.

"Hank" Alice says.

"Alice..." he mumbles...and then he lifts his head up just like the light bulb went off, "Alice!" he says more exuberantly.

"Why are you still here?" she asks.

"Well, I kind of forgot about the plane ticket thing and I tried to convince her, but apparently she has no guilt for the poor...so..."

"So you want me to tell the girl to give us plane tickets to New York."

"And you don't even have my power to read minds."

Alice smirks.

"Oh yeah...I forgot again."

"So, let me ask you this, Hank." Alice says, "How on earth do you have the powers to read others minds, but, you can't even remember your own memories."

"Makes you wonder, huh?"

"I'm just glad to be out of Georgia, that place has too many bad memories..."

"Well, now that we're here we can track down that bastard who tried to kill us!"

"Dude, I know him, he's pretty powerful, and has the mind of an insane mental patient."

"Well, anything's better than just sitting here."

Meanwhile....

Jake and Jason arrive back at Jason's place where Brandon is sitting at the dining room table. His whole face is a pale green, and is freckles have turned a dark green. Is hair is also getting a green hue.

"Hey, Jason, who's the alien?" Jake says.

"Shut up, Jake!" Brandon yells.

"It's just some side-effect to this cold I have."

"You must have it really bad."

"Yeah...I've had a fever all day, I'm barfing non-stop, and my eyes are really bloodshot."

"Just get some rest" Jake says.

"I will...but turn down the heat; it's burning up in here."

"It's just your flu!" Jason yells.

"I don't know about that Jason, I think I'm starting to sweat."

Jake walks over to the thermostat on the wall. "That's odd..."

"What?" Jason asks, almost hesitant.

"It's like 69 degrees."

"That's strange."

"You're not feeling it at all?"

"Eh, nope." He says, and then quickly changes the subject, "So about this power capture thing..."

Jake looks at him funny.

Sunday Morning, September 14, 2014

Brandon lies down in bed, his face covered with sweat, his clothes and sheets are stained with sweat, he tosses and turns before he wakes up urgently, almost as if he awakened from a bad dream.

"Damn, I hate this..."

He rubs his eyes and walks over to a mirror. He opens his eyes to find the iris is completely red.

"My God!" he screams, "What is going on with me!?"

Meanwhile...

Jason sits down on the couch watching an episode of Family Guy while eating Frosted Mini Wheat. Jake walks down the stairs at that moment.

(Editor's note - I had Frosted Mini Wheats that night, and was watching Family Guy while writing this...I figure, what the heck? lol)

"Dude, I just realized I stayed the night last night."

"Yeah you crashed at eight, figured I'd let you sleep."

"Thanks man, hey is that Family Guy?"

"Hell yeah, it is..."

Jake hops the back of the couch and sits down, "I love this episode"

"We interrupt your current broadcast to bring you an update on our current situation."

"Ah, crap...I'll be in the bathroom." Jake says.

"Over the past night, over a hundred of power people have been captured and have their own "quarantine cell" on the whole east coast."

"Man..." Jason says with a gulp.

Clips are shown of certain people that have had powers, when a face comes up that Jason notices. He puts down his cereal bowl, and rewinds via DVR. He pauses it on a girl's face. His fist begins to glow a orange. The wooden table begins to sizzle and blacken. Jake then yells out. Jason's power quells.

"Dude, it's freakin hot in this house!!"

"Sorry..."

He looks back at the TV, with Rachel's face on the screen, he mumbles, "Now it's gotten out of hand..."

Later that day, near sunset...

Blake and Alice stand outside a Kroger. Alice holds two bags full of random foods, while Blake's full body is consumed by fire. Five cop cars surround the area.

"Put your hands in the air and put the food down and we won't fire!"

"Who's to say I won't?" Wildfire says.

"Listen, just cooperate and we won't bring in the real people you should be scared of." The cop says, hoping they won't hurt them. He was sweating like hell. You could easily tell he was scared of two power persons. He knows the stories, the rumors...their powers. Yet, he still did his duty. Either that, or he was sweating from the heat off of Wildfire.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes down from the sky, and two men appear. One man wore a red clothing with yellow bolts on his suit, everyone knew him, the Crimson Battery. But, there was someone new by him. He wore a dark burgundy, almost black costume. He had bright red boots and belt. And had a yellow stripe that went down the sides of his arms, legs, and down the middle of his chest. This was Heatwave.

"Hold it, all of you!" Crimson Battery says.

"And who are you two?" the cop yells, the stutter in his voice showed he was twice as scared as before.

"I'm the Crimson Battery, remember I saved you from that crazy psycho maniac tearing up the streets?"

"No..." he replies simply.

"Geez, don't cops watch the news?"

"Just trust us, we're heroes here and we're just trying to make things easier." Crimson Battery says as he walks toward the cops.

"Jake, no" Heatwave whispers.

"Fire!" one of the cops yell, and bullets fly toward Jake. Heatwave quickly slides in front of him, and focuses his power. When the bullets reach near him, they slow down, and begin to melt in mid-air.

"Whoa!" Jake says. Even Alice and Blake are both shocked by this.

The cops all stop shooting, and call in the backup.

"Crap, look what you did now!" Jason says.

"Dude, that was sick! Why the hell didn't you tell me you had powers before?"

"Well, I don't know, I guess I was kind of scared of them, or maybe I was just worried what others would think...or maybe some writer forgot to write it in earlier."

"Hey! I like some of his writings!"

"Not the point, Jake."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jake and Jason get back to reality and realize that everyone is staring at them. Even Blake and Alice haven't tried to escape yet.

"How about them Knicks?" Jake yells. Jason just looks down, almost embarrassed to be around Jake.

Alice then leans toward Blake, "I've really had enough of this...here, hold this!"

Alice hands Blake the bag who is saying, "No, don't..." the bag burns up in his hands and all the food falls to the ground. "Nice going, Alice!"

She walks up very casually to the front of the hero pack and begins to focus all her energy on the cops.

"What the heck is she doing?" Jake asks.

Within a second, every cop in front of them puts their weapons away, and gets into their cars, driving off.

"Come on, we should go before the government soldiers arrive, Blake as much food as you can. And you two...are you with us, or not?"

Jason acts in surprise, Jake whispers over to him, "Go ahead, she's cute!"

"She's also a thief." Jason says aloud.

"What are you going to do about that?" She walks up close to Heatwave, almost touching him, "After all, I can make you do anything I want...anything."

Blake's eyes widen, stunned by her actions.

"Um, well..."

"We will tag along!" Jake interrupts

"Then hurry your asses up!"

She snaps her fingers and both heroes quickly follow them.