"Don't move!"
Among the officers surrounding Alec's home, the lead officer raised a megaphone and shouted at him, "Put your hands up, then slowly lie down!"
"Are you trying to arrest me?"
Alec ignored the officer's shouts. His red-glowing eyes swept over the officers pointing their guns at him, taking in the wary fear written all over their faces.
By then, two officers had already moved to either side of Alec, aiming their pistols at him. Alec said nothing, but noticed that their hands were trembling as they gripped their guns.
"You seem to be afraid of Mutants."
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Alec's mouth. He could hear the officers' heartbeats speeding up.
"Son, I don't want to hurt you. Don't make me say it a third time! Put your hands up! Then slowly lie down!"
"What if I say no?"
Ignoring the officer's warning, Alec stepped forward. The officers on either side lowered their guns and fired twice at his shins.
Bang!
Bang!
But after the two shots, the people around them heard not Alec's scream, but the distorted clang of metal striking metal. The officers beside him didn't even see any blood seeping through the holes in his pant legs.
"Incredible."
Alec glanced down at his shins. Apart from feeling something hit him, he hadn't felt any pain. With sharp eyes, he could even see his shins through the holes in his pants. They weren't hurt at all—not even bruised.
Then Alec noticed two small pieces of metal by his feet. They were two bullets, completely bent out of shape.
"So this is how special I am."
That was what Alec thought. Then he looked at the surrounding officers, a trace of pity in his eyes. "I don't know how dangerous other Mutants are, but