Arriving

Brandon was lying on a pile of boxes. The day had been quite long, and quite a few unexpected events had hit him all at once.

His mother and sister were currently on tour, visiting many places around the world.

When he turned 16 and didn't develop any abilities, he hoped he would at least develop some late powers, but by the time he turned 18, nothing had happened.

This caused him great depression, which made him move to a new house and live in isolation. However, he still had communication with his family, since they were the ones who supported him in moving.

Most likely, with an event of this magnitude, his mother had already found out about it on the news, and is quite worried about him.

"I'll call her when I get to the military camp and get a mobile phone," he thought as he kept looking at the clouds in the distance.

It wasn't too late, the whole event had happened early in the morning, so he still had quite a long day.

Distracted in his place, he heard a loud voice not far behind him: "Gather everyone. We are going to form several groups, and we need your cooperation."

He let out a sigh.

The emotional state he was in right now was a mess. 'I wanted to sleep so I could process everything, but it seems like my day is just beginning.'

The trucks began to move, and the soldiers began to pack. Two trucks were used to load the materials, and another 7 were used to load most of the people.

Obviously, not everyone was going to fit in these trucks, so children and the elderly were prioritized. Other people would have to follow the convoy on foot.

These weren't normal trucks; they had molecular shrinking technology, which allowed more people to fit inside, but even so, there was a limit.

Brandon went to truck number 5, the one assigned to him along with 3 other people.

The superhumans who participated as volunteers were given priority even over children and the elderly.

Something to note is that they were all young, which left Brandon wondering if the military had other plans.

People began to board the trucks in order with a ticket that identified them as a lot. Brandon watched as people assembled on the different trucks.

He noticed people carrying other belongings that made the spaces take up more. At that moment, two people could be heard fighting, as one was occupying a part of the truck with her belongings, and the other person could not get on the truck.

The superhumans in charge of that truck were about to take action.

At that moment, the man carrying a load took out a bag and tossed it to the superhumans. It was clear to see how the superhumans smiled and returned to their places.

Brandon wasn't a superhero; he was forced to participate in this against his will. So, he turned away and stopped paying attention to the situation. It was his turn to board his truck, and people began boarding one by one.

The same situation began to happen in this truck. However, unlike the others, the superhumans along with Brandon did not allow this to happen, which surprised him.

He was prepared to do nothing because he didn't want to make enemies by helping someone else. He didn't come to be a hero; he was only focused on his own goals.

"Stop," said a superhuman while standing in front of a fat and unpleasant man who had more than five suitcases to bring on the truck with his family. This fat man was stopped by a superhuman.

"Don't worry, I have enough money," said the fat man as he handed the bag to the superhuman with one hand and called his family to move forward with the other.

"Only people, no cargo," replied the superhuman, looking coldly at the man.

Ignoring the warning, the fat man began to climb onto the truck with his family and tried to hand them one of the suitcases. However, the suitcase broke in half, and all the contents spilled onto the ground.

"Only people," the superhuman repeated without changing his expression. Suddenly, Brandon noticed that the superhuman was holding a dagger in his hand.

The superhuman's strike was so fast that Brandon couldn't see when he drew the knife.

"What are you doing..." The man tried to complain, but suddenly felt a cold sensation on his cheek and saw a small cut open up. Drops of blood began to flow from the wound.

The superhuman had not only cut the suitcase, but had also landed a clean blow on the man's cheek, leaving him speechless.

The fat man stumbled backward in fear, tripping over his own feet. One of his sons jumped down to help him get back on his feet.

He appeared to be about 14 years old; as he helped his father up, he looked back and could see the man staring at both of them. It felt like a beast was looking at a mere ant.

Turning his face away from him, he helped his father get into the truck as quickly as possible.

Those with ideas similar to the man left their belongings and boarded without much protest. The trucks continued to fill up until they left.

The whole trip went smoothly and they arrived early at the military base where the refugees would stay until they were transferred elsewhere.

Brandon got out of the truck with the crowd and tried to sneak in. "I must get out as quickly as possible. There is something strange here; my instincts are telling me," he thought to himself.

"Where are you going, little mouse?" a female voice said from the side.

Brandon turned his face and saw the redhead approaching him with a smile. "I knew it. I should have jumped out of the truck on the road," he thought to himself.

"Whenever I sense an evil spirit approaching, you appear," he said quietly.

Realizing what he said, he rolled his eyes. "I'm dead."

Looking into his eyes and smiling, the woman said, "Oh, is that how you treat me after giving you a free seat?"

Brandon stared at her, then turned and walked away from her. "If I don't look at her, she's not real," he thought to himself as he walked, hoping she didn't mind and didn't stop him.

Luckily for him, she didn't do anything to stop him, and instead watched him from afar while saying in a low voice, "What an interesting boy."