After our injuries are healed, we were scolded by Doc, and then free to go.

I walk through the park, and find a bench to sit at. I watch as these two birds fly around.

"(Y/N)?"

I look over and see Arlo.

"Yes?"

"Can I sit here?" I shrug.

"Go ahead." He sits down, and we sit there in awkwardness.

"I'm sorry." He says breaking the silence. I look at him with a confused expression.

"I'm sorry for making John this way. I could've left him alone, and he would still be the schools cripple."

"But then he would still get beat day after day. It kinda good what you did."

He looks confused.

"Because of you, People started to realize that our society needs to change. Remi told me that you guys started a Safe House at one point. That was a step in the right direction. If we help John, and everyone one else, we could make this world better."

"How would we do that?"

"We could give people training in combat, and help them develop their abilities."

"What about like a safety force."

"Safety force?"

"Yeah, the strongest people in the school put together and they can enforce the rules."

"No that won't work. The abilities have to have a range from 1-10. If we have all the strong people in a group, they are using fear to control the students. We need to do this to change the idea of strong people being in control."

"Ok, I get it now, but how?"

I sit in silence thinking, when I get the aha moment.

"I think I got an Idea."

**************

I walk through the halls. Everyone is whispering about the fight.

I knew she lied about her ability.

It was scary watching her, she beat up John like he was a punching bag!

She just like him, a Monster.

I ignored them, and continued walking through the halls, when something caught my eye.

I stop and look at the paper.

I ripped it down and shoved it in my pocket. Remi ran up to me, holding up her phone.

"(Y/N) look, the paper has been posted online."

I grab her phone.

Shit!

I feel a ringing in my pocket, and I pull out my phone to see a number I don't recognize. I answer it, putting the phone to my ear.

I quickly hang up the phone. I throw it on the ground and smash it.

"What was that for?"

"So they don't track my number."

"Who's 'they'?"

"My mother."