Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Sunday, February 17
The sun shined bright in a Calgary February Sunday. The snow was blindingly white, the ice was melting, and the cloudless sky and singing birds apparently made some people forget that it was still winter and driving still required the utmost caution. As such, there was a car accident in 4 Avenue and 3rd Street in the South East. There were no deaths, and only one wounded, but it was still mid-morning.
The crash had been notable for its extremity. Police officers figured that one of the cars had slided over the thin sheet of ice covering a notable section of the road. Sliding to the side and appearing in front of the car in the next lane too fast for the driver to stop. The resulting collision marked the beginning of a series of crashes and sharp moves made as people in the intersection were unable to stop fast enough. Resulting in six cars being caught in the mess. After interviewing the witnesses, officer Jordan was wondering whether or not this was another one of the escalating acts of vandalism they'd seen as of late. Three of them had said that they'd seen someone push the first car, one Todd Eldridge's old rusty thrice-used thing, onto the second one, only to mysteriously disappear afterwards. Which kind of fit their profile given no one at the police station knew what on earth was going on with this vandalism.
It seemed gang-related. Train station windows had been broken, trains had been spray-painted, bus stops had been set on fire. The word "Masseter" had been written in one way or another in all three, and they figured it could be a gang name, but no one really knew what was going on. The city was in a quiet panic, Calgarians had quite a talent for forgetting about a given issue after it was first noted. Whether it was changing laws about driving, creating a new institution to help mutants, or some robberies and vandalism, Calgarians as a populace could only be outraged for so long before they forgot why it was supposed to be important in the first place and got on with their lives.
Officer Jordan was from Red Deer though.
The crash, and the surrounding band of policemen, firemen, and the ambulance now disappearing into the distance, could all be seen from Booker's BBQ and Grill, the place for all-you-can-eat crab and live music. Bruce(The catfish named after the late previous owner) swam around lazily, and there was a local rock-and-violins band playing as the waitresses worked. There were only six customers, one of whom was named Austin Ramsey, and another of whom was named John Kozak. The whole place looked deserted.
The Calgary Drop-in Center, on the other hand, had an enormous crowd. It was the eve of family day, after all. Countless volunteers moved beds, changed mattresses, cooked food and organized boxes, among them one Tari Walser, as well as many homeless arriving early to lunch, or late to breakfast, including Dan Wilton and Nico Smith. Two runaway mutants.
The car crash was also visible from the drop-in centre, though less easily unless you were in its side. However once 11:00 hit, it ceased to be the most noteworthy and attention-grabbing thing in the area.
The explosion took up its place.
It had been a small explosion, more noise and light than anything else really. It had been followed by someone yelling something unintelligible, and chaos erupted. Most citizens started running to a safer area right after the explosion, the cops' guns had been taken from them and many of their fingers broken before anyone could realize it. A speedster was responsible of course. A woman with green dyed hair, dark brown skin and glowing eyes made other, smaller explosions. They were mostly to cause panic after all, and they were working. The amount of actual destruction they caused was negligible, over all now that the firemen were dousing the small fires that had spread near them. The speedster couldn't take care of the firemen, he was a little busy with other things. Besides, a bunch of firemen wouldn't stop them. Cops couldn't stop them. This was their city now.
The cops had resorted to hiding among the remnants of the car crash and planning a way to stop or at least slow down these people while backup arrived. Most if not all of the cops in the city would be in the area within the hour, but you could do a lot of damage in that time, especially since they had a speedster among them. They didn't know what to do, most in the group had at least a few fractured phalanges and they had no weapons.
A colossal, muscular man over two heads taller than everyone else in the area had appeared near the drop-in centre, and started destroying everything in his path.
It wasn't noon yet, and the day was already a disaster.
edited 4th Sep '12 11:25:08 AM by Faramir