Ian's POV

I hooked a mag to my gun and put my sight on the kids. Dan and Jessy held rifles in their hands and were cocking them. Scott's heavy breaths were getting worse. He wore a black jacket and held a brief case.

"Ian, Scott's acting like a pussy," Dan said smirking.

"Watch your language kid," I replied. "Scott, you have to be strong."

"How can he be strong when he doesn't even have any powers. He's so weak and useless." Dan glanced at Scott with a smirk.

Scott exhaled and fixed his gaze on the floor. Dan was right, Scott was weak. He didn't even know how to...