Down in the street below, it seemed as if thousands of people were walking down, holding signs and chanting something undiscernible, even though there were actually only a couple of hundred. They were moving as a fluid pack, and the street seem devoid of all but them, as if everyone ran when they saw them. I leaned closer to the window, trying to see what their signs were saying, but I was pulled back by Greenstein.

"Don't let them see you." I ducked down as Greenstein closed the curtains, but not before she slightly cracked open the window. I crawled over to where I had left the remote, making sure I stayed close to the ground, and changed the channel to the news.

"A demonstration is currently taking place within the streets of Albany," the reporter said, which didn't help me at all. "We will talk about it after the break."

"Really?" I found myself nearly throwing the remote at the television, wondering why my timing had to be so poor. "I don't care about the stupid commercials, I need to know what the hell is out there!"

"Be quiet." Mrs. Greenstein tapped my shoulder, pointing to the couch. "Sit down, and stay there until I tell you otherwise."

"Okay." I was annoyed I would have to stay to the side, but I complied anyway. Then I realized what I was just thinking.

I actually wanted to do something? I was beginning to think that I got possessed, and I wasn't really Giovanna anymore. I was like, Higilish, or something like that.

I am not going to fight people, I will stay here. I am not going to fight people, I will stay here.

"I am not going to fight people—"

"Why are you giving yourself a pep talk on not fighting people?" I jumped as Ms. Greenstein spoke, not realizing I had started to talk myself.

"Uh, so I don't fight people?"

"You are changing every day," she muttered, before leaning towards the window and listening through the curtains.

The sound of glass shattering rang into the apartment.

The television was still on commercials.

I began to hear some of the voices clearer, though I didn't know if they were closer, or someone had just gotten a megaphone.

"Find all Superhumans, find all Superhumans!" I jumped up as I heard that, the hairs on my neck standing up straight.

"Someone needs to call the police," I said, as if that wasn't obvious.

"Someone will. Now stay there, I do not want you running off now." Mrs. Greenstein's voice sounded more rushed now, as she peaked between the curtains. "I think they're raiding the apartment buildings."

"Well, then we can't stay here."

"They're trying to trap us. If we go out there, they'll find us." I nearly laughed at the idea of that.

"This isn't some cool spy novel, Greenstein. They're not that smart." I took a few steps away from the couch, much to Greenstein's dismay. "But, people are going to get hurt if I don't do something. So, I'll make them follow me."

"Giovan—"

"Don't worry about me. Just call the police." And with that, I ran, before Mrs. Greenstein could say anything else.

There's an emergency escape right outside of my dad's window, one that doesn't face the street. I made no hesitation pulling it open, even though there was a little voice in the back of my mind that was telling me this was the stupidest idea ever created by man. I kept my gaze towards the street as I climbed down the fire escape, having no idea what I'd even do once I got down there. It didn't matter to me at the moment; I had to just get them away from what they were doing.

No one had noticed me by the time I got to the ground, the crowd still cheering as random people were dragged out into the street. They hadn't stopped moving, though, as the group made a slow crawl down the street. They were probably moving towards the capital buildings. Was this really a protest? It looked more like a riot to me. I looked around in the alleyway, not finding anything that I could use to distract these people.

Instead, I just slowly inched along the wall of the alleyway, staying out of sight as I listened to the crowd.

"What will we do to all of those bastards?" A guy on a megaphone yelled to the crowd. I couldn't see him well from where I stood, but I hoped it wasn't the same guy as the other demonstration. In that case, the answer would be "kill".

"Well, let me tell ya," this was a woman's voice, "we don't want 'em here! In my hometown of Dothan, one killed an entire family! And would've killed all of us normal people if my brave father hadn't stopped him! They will do the same here!"

The crowd grew into an uproar, as they started to move faster down the street. I saw some people getting dragged through the street with the crowd, but they weren't visible long enough for me to see who they were.

That didn't stop my curiosity, though, and I dumbly took a step forward, just enough out of the shadows to possibly be recognized as a human being. I locked eyes with one of the protestors, who looked like she was about to walk up to me.

"Let them go!" The woman stopped as a voice boomed above us, looking up instead of at me. I retreated a few feet into the shadows, shaking as I waited in the sudden silence.

"Those people mean no harm to you!" Another voice said, but this one sounded farther. Looking across the street, I saw a figure standing on the roof of a building, but I couldn't discern who it was, even if the voice sounded familiar.

"Kill them!" Was the oh-so polite response by the man on the megaphone, sending the crowd into another array of chaos. I dropped back into the alleyway a bit more, as people started trying to throw random objects onto the building across the street and my own building next to me. For some of those that missed, they came weirdly close to where I had been standing, at forces that would've surely hurt me.

"Well, they can throw hard, I'll give them that," I muttered, slipping into a crack next to a dumpster. It smelt horrible, but at least I was too far for anyone to hit me with whatever they could find.

In front of me, strings of vines grew down the building from seemingly nowhere, letting me know exactly who was above me. Roopal, back in action. It was the first time that I had even heard him being around since Nadia nearly killed him, and with how much I stalked the news during my prison sentence, it probably meant that this was the first time he was out. His figure slipped down the vines, landing at the entrance to the alleyway and staring out at the crowd.

Once again, everything was silent for a moment.

"If you have complaints, I am always available to speak to you personally, but this is not the way to do it." I could hear Roopal speaking, but the crowd just continued to yell over him, now throwing objects into the alleyway. Ricocheting off of the floor, some of the objects came dangerously close to me.

I moved slightly more behind the dumpster, like the coward I was. I heard some sirens down the street, but I had a feeling they weren't going to be arresting the demonstrators. I started my way back forward, caring mostly about Roopal's chances of getting arrested at this point.

Then, I saw the flames.

This was not what we needed at that moment.