Unrest of many || Closed rp
To say this was a long time coming was an understatement. Despite the human race’s many achievements, it had the many flaws. One of the most profound was the hatred and fear of those not exactly life the current generations. It persists even today with the range of people who have powers. Either through genetics, curses, accidents, or even human invention. These individuals were feared or hated, just as much as they were liked. Unless you were classified mutant, then it didn’t matter if you saved the world a dozen times over. This was a long time coming. It always had been.
Registration, the public called. A file filled with the identities of individuals with powers and what they could do. The ability to track them and take them down if they stepped out of line. To dictate if you were even allowed to help people at all. And even employ an individual for the government, the only thing that was a choice really.
Jessica refused the law, though not as outspoken as some of the heroes that were now considered fugitives. She wasn’t a mutant, no that would imply her powers were unique. She was a werewolf, it was still genetic yes, but far from being a mutant. Didn’t stop humans from classifying her as such.
So here she was, running from the ‘cap-killers’ simply for being unregistered. But the female’s conscious wouldn’t have even considered letting innocent people get her. This price was worth it, but they wouldn’t get her. No, not today, not ever. Keeping a good several feet ahead, the wolf glanced back before darting a corner. Jessica Hale needed to hide, but how could she? There seemed to be no end in sight.
“Somewhere dark....maybe that can buy time...”
Days like this was when the werewolf hated technology and human’s fear.
