"This is Eileen Merryweather with Witt News, reporting live with breaking news from the Aethas Estate mutant rehabilitation facility."
The female reporter aboard the police helicopter gestured for the cameraman beside her to aim his camera at the scene below: scorched ground, overturned burning cars, and flames still raging.
A chubby boy with curly hair stood angrily inside the police cordon, wearing a red jacket.
The cops had all trained their guns on the boy. Beyond the police tape surrounding the standoff, a crowd of ordinary onlookers had gathered.
"This incident was caused by a mutant boy. He overturned two police cars, fires have broken out everywhere, and several people have been injured. The police are working to bring the situation under control."
The reporter delivered her commentary professionally. Through the cameraman's lens, the boy was clearly on the verge of losing control.
"Stay away from me!"
The boy's hands glowed red as he warily watched everyone trying to approach him, like a wounded animal.
"Fuck off! Get away!! Everyone, back off!!!"
The officers raised their riot shields and retreated step by step, but that still did nothing to calm the boy's agitation.
"I'll burn you all to death! Back off!!"
"Stay away! Do you want to die?!"
The boy panted rapidly, sweat covering his head. Despite his bluster, his eyes held unmistakable unease and terror, as though even he hadn't expected things to spiral this far out of control.
A rumbling noise drew the reporter's attention.
A stealth fighter revealed itself overhead.
"The X-Men have arrived on the scene. Wait, their landing spot seems to have been taken by a taxi."
"Oh! Sorry, first come, first served, guys. This spot belongs to Mr. Deadpool's personal ride. Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you can bully our little car out