This is Slash; as in homosexual relationships are going to occur and be a big main part of the story. Turn and flee now if this isn't your cup of tea.

Warnings: I use profanity... like a lot. There also may be some offensive words along the way, but remember that it's part of the character and I by no means are meant to offend anybody. EDIT: And I mess up Then and Than far too often! I noticed that after already being in too many chapters to just fix them all. So if that annoys you... yeah... i'm sorry, i just don't notice when I do it:(

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When Shit Got Real

"Go away," I hiss over my shoulder. The gray Husky that's been following me for the past three blocks is close behind. I try quickening my pace to lose him, but like always, it doesn't work.

My school is just a little ways up the street; I can see teenagers pouring through the front gate like schools of fish.

I stop in my tracks and run an agitated hand through my dark and dampened hair. I don't feel comfortable getting any closer to school with him still following me. I whirl around. The dog has stopped too, and he's sitting patiently, with his tail wagging slowly at his side.

"Look," I snap. "I've told you time and time again, no is no."

The dog cocks his head to the side and makes a whining noise.

I roll my eyes, "Do not give me that look. Don't act like I haven't been telling you this from the beginning. Now go back to that school of yours, and leave me the hell alone."

The dog makes a low growl in his throat and his tail stops swishing.

I groan. "I can't talk to you like this, okay? It's weird. People are going to think I'm crazy. So scamper off."

I turn to speed walk the rest of the way to school, and if I'm lucky, make it on time; However, my path gets blocked. A wet muzzle pushes at my leg to go the opposite direction.

"Are you serious right now?" I try moving around, but he's quick. I'm being forcefully nudged into the direction of a small alleyway. I realize how awkward it looks from a passerby's stand point— me, getting manhandled by a dog— so I decide to just enter the alley on my own will.

In the alley it's cold and damp like everywhere else in this god forsaken place. I lean against the cool wall in defeat.

The dog quickly sniffs the alleyway out for possible witnesses. When he's sure it's clear, he turns back to me. His eyes have already changed to a human shape. I close my eyes and hold my breath for the inevitable. This is the fourth time I've been witness to his change, but each time I get the same feelings; nerves and eerie excitement.

"Devin, I don't think you see the severity of the situation." The voice is deep and rough, like maybe they're getting over a cold. His voice is the signal to open my eyes.

I blink the simple, brown orbs back open. He stands there with his usual gray hair, thick and chopped in layers down to the back of his neck; his same serious expression; and his same soft, husky blue eyes.

I, per usual, avoid looking downward, due to his complete lack of clothing. "I think you are over analyzing the situation," I say.

"It's not safe."

It's not safe. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that.

I roll my eyes. "Maybe I like danger?"

He gives me a look that says humor is not going to help the situation.

"Why do you people even care, anyway? I don't have anything to do with you."

"I told you, the Dean—"

"Yeah, I know. The Dean sent you! But why?" Like usual, the situation is riling me up.

"Once again, I don't know."

"I don't believe you!" I shout.

A flash of panic meets his beautiful eyes and he places a big hand over my mouth, looking over his shoulder to the entrance of the Alley.

I shove his hands off me. "Don't touch me!"

"Shhh!" He hisses. "Stop talking so loud? You want people to notice?"

"Maybe," I say. "Because then they can call the police on your naked ass and I can sue for sexual harassment!"

He looks bewildered and backs off a few steps. "I never did anything to you."

I shrug. "Of course not. But they don't know that. All they know is that a naked guy had an innocent boy pinned to the wall of a dirty alley. You can't tell me that story doesn't just sell its self."

"You wouldn't…" He mumbles.

I snort. "No, I wouldn't. I'm not that mean. But seriously, if you don't start backing off, I will do something."

"I told you, the Dean—"

"Yeah," I cut him off again. "The Dean says to not to take no for answer. But I don't give a fuck about the Dean. Just. Back. Off."

And I storm from the alley, leaving the boy behind.

/

The past week, these encounters have been a common occurrence. It started on Friday.

I walk to and from school since I don't have time to take a driver's test. I'm used to the occasional stalker. Bullies follow me home all the time— well more like chase— and since I live in a bad part of town, I've experienced a couple of old creeps trying to pick me up. So that feeling that someone is following me? I'm used to it. I've evolved ways of handling it, even. I let the bullies catch up and get their hits in, because then they feel satisfied and move on; and I pull a cellphone out on the creepers and tell them I'm calling the police— I have to be sure to place the phone to my ear like I'm already calling them— they scurry like roaches from the flame.

But when, on that Friday, I turned around to confront my stalker, there wasn't anyone there. There was just an empty street, a dog, and a hobo sleeping under some newspapers. I had frowned and continued on my way home. The feeling of being followed didn't go away though. When I turned around again, I realized it was the dog that was following me.

I had sighed, "Go on home." I shooed him away with my hand. He didn't move. I smiled and walked over to him. I stroked my hand down the soft fur of his neck. "Your owner is gonna be worried." The dog only watched me. "So hurry on home." I scratched behind is ear one last time before I pulled away. He whined in disapproval. I laughed. "Bye doggie."

The dog didn't go away though. He followed me all the way to my apartment complex. Even as I opened the door, he tried rushing passed me. I blocked him with my leg. "Hey, come on. You can't come with. Mom hates dogs and the apartment doesn't allow pets." I quickly slipped through the door while holding him back with one foot.

Mom wasn't home that Friday, though this is normal. She works a double at the hospital most Fridays. My brother wasn't home either. But when is he ever?

I went straight for the shower. I shower every morning, but sometimes I have to shower when I get home just to feel better after a tough day at school. I took a quick shower that day, and I didn't even wash my hair to conserve hot water. I dried off and put back on the same clothes I was wearing before.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I knew something was off. Instinct I guess. Maybe it comes with the power package.

I cautiously slipped across the hall into my bedroom to grab something to ward off danger. Unfortunately I'm not one of those people who ever played baseball, so I had no bat to use. Instead I grabbed the next best thing: a picture frame. (In my defense, my room is pretty barren, so unless I wanted to use a pillow, a picture frame would have to do.)

Walking lightly on my toes, I made my way toward the living room with my picture frame braced in the air. With a big gulp of air, I leaped out from the hallway to face my intruder (?) head on.

The dog was back.

He was sitting patiently in the middle of the room.

My jaw dropped as well as my picture frame. "What the hell?" I gasped. I looked to the door, only to see it still closed. "How… how did you get in here?"

Obviously the dog didn't say anything.

I sighed and rubbed my head. "I must have not shut the door right. Look, sorry, but you need to go. What part of 'no' do you not understand?" I made to walk toward him, but he growled. I jumped back in surprise. I noticed something off. His eyes looked different. They almost looked…

I squeezed my eyes shut as a blinding white light knocked me off my feet and unconscious.

When I opened them again, I was in bed. The warmest comforter in the house was pulled snuggly to my chin. The room was blurry around me; I had to blink multiple times to try and clear it, but nothing worked.

"Give it a moment. It takes a while for the eyes to re-focus."

I blindly followed these directions, because I didn't know what else to do, and closed my eyes again; anything to stop them from stinging so bad.

"Sorry, I forget that not everyone's eyes are used to the shift. I've spent too much time around my own kind, I guess."

I got that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach I get when I'm walking around this part of town at night. Who was this person? I wrapped my arms around my waist beneath the blanket. I could feel my skin crawling. I don't like strangers in my house. I have a bad experience with it.

"I don't mean to freak you out," the intruder said. "I'm just bad at this stuff. I don't know the proper human etiquette that you were raised with."

I really had nothing to say to that. In fact, even if I did, my body was in a bit of shock, and I don't think I could have said anything at the moment even if I wanted to.

I could hear the footsteps approaching my sure-to-be death bed. "You should be able to open your eyes now." The voice whispered.

So I did.

A shock of gray and piercing blue; I openly gasped. The guy was definitely nobody I had ever encountered before. I would have remembered a face like that; strong and feral, yet oddly beautiful and somehow gentle.

"Are your eyes feeling okay?" He asked. "You don't wear contacts, do you? Because—"

I didn't hear the rest, I was too busy screaming. I don't like seeing strangers naked, almost as much as I don't like strangers in my house.

"Oh my god! Rapist!" I tried sitting up, but he pushed me back down by my shoulders. I started screaming more. "Help! Somebody! Rapist!"

"No, Devin, stop!"

I managed to get one arm free and elbow him in the stomach. I jumped off the bed and ran for the door. He recovered quickly and grabbed me by the elbow— the same elbow I used to punch his gut in— before I could leave the room.

"Devin, please!" I thrashed around wildly in his grasp. "Devin, I'm not a rapist!"

"Yeah," I laugh bitterly, and half hysterically. "Pretty sure that's what every rapist says!"

"I'm telling the truth! I go to William's Academy for Special Youth!"

I stopped struggling for a second. I blinked at him. "Like that freaky mutant school?"

I saw his jaw tighten and eyes narrow. "It's not 'freaky', but yes, that school."

I raised my eyebrow. "So? What does that have to do with you naked in my room? Is your mutation nudity or something?" Panic was starting to turn into anger.

"I'm naked because I'm a shifter, and when I shift, I don't have clothes. Get it? And why I'm here… well that's something we'll need to sit down to discuss."

Shifter? I think I've heard that term somewhere on the news before.

After hearing this explanation, I figured I knew what he was here about. This wasn't the first time I'd been approached by weirdoes from that school. They're like freaking sales people with super powers. Normally I cut them off with a no and walk away— just like I slam the door in sales people's faces— but clearly this one was a bit more persistent.

"Okay, but first," I jerk my arm out of his slackened grip. I bend over and pick a pair of sweats off the floor. "You put these on. I'm getting sick of looking at your junk." I turned and left the room. "Meet me in the kitchen."

I sat down at our small circle table. The kitchen walls used to be covered in bright red apple wall paper when we first moved it. It's chipped away and fading now. It's just like the rest of this family.

The boy walked into the room. My sweats were too short for him and barely reached his ankles. He tugged at them uncomfortably and awkwardly glanced around the kitchen.

"I like the apples," He said.

"I liked them too," I answered back.

He carefully took a seat across from me. He cleared his throat. "So, I'm Jasper, and as I said before, I'm from William's Academy for Special Youth."

"So, are you, like, a teacher or something?"

This Jasper smirked. "Do I look like a teacher?"

I shook my head. "If you're a student, what are you doing here? For one, shouldn't they be sending their staff for this kind of work? And I thought you guys weren't allowed to leave campus on school days. Some kind of boarding school shit."

"I'm in School Council. Special treatment," he grinned.

I frowned. "That's fucked up."

He shrugged. "I only get to leave if I'm doing work, like right now."

"And by work, I assume you mean trying to scout people into your school."

"Sometimes, yes, in a way." He saw the look I gave him. "It's for the better, not to be bothersome. We approach mutants attending human schools and ask them to join our school. It's for them. It's to help people."

I simply nodded bitterly and bit my tongue.

"Here," he reached into a small leather pouch that was sagging loosely around his waist; I hadn't even noticed it earlier. "The Academy would like to formally invite you to join our ranks." He handed me a folded white envelope. It was the first time I ever got an envelope out of these things. I studied it for a minute.

"What is it?"

"Your formal invitation. The Dean has signed it and everything."

I shook my head. "I don't need this. I think it's funny that you guys keep asking me, but I'm really not interested. I don't exactly tell people what I am. In fact, my mom went through some serious shit to get that information removed from my papers. So I don't know how you guys know about me, but I need you to forget about it and let it go."

Jasper's face lost its subtle niceness, and then only looked serious. Serious Jasper was scary Jasper. "This isn't about what you want. It's about your safety. It's about your family's safety."

I snorted unattractively. "I'm perfectly safe. I told you before; I got all that mutant shit erased from my records. Nobody will ever know. And it's not like I'll have any slip ups or accidents; I don't even feel like I have a mutation most of the time."

It was true. Most of the time you hear or read things about mutants always having that feeling of their power within them; and that it's hard as children for them to have control over it. That's why mutant children are put in special elementary schools where they learn self-control; it's mandatory. Once they graduate elementary school, their parents can decide whether to send them to a mutant school like the one Jasper is talking about, or sending them to a normal public school. The logical idea would be to put your child in a mutant school, to save them from harassment and bigotry, but in reality, a lot of parents can't afford to send their children to these expensive private schools.

I never went to these elementary schools as a child. My mom had done some back door business to get my status wiped at a young age. It's becoming a common incident for parents to do this these days. It's quite illegal, but you'll learn that some parents will do anything to protect their children.

But that feeling they talk about, that feeling of power, I've never had that. I've only accidently used my power twice in my whole life, and that was when my family was in danger. It's like it only exists to protect my family. And I'd like to keep it that way.

"It just… it's not safe, okay? Devin, the Dean doesn't make this much of an effort to get a student in our school unless he really thinks there is either something special about them, or somehow they're in danger. I could be wrong, but the way you speak about your mutation, it doesn't sound very strong. So in other words, you may possibly be in danger." Jasper said, in all seriousness.

I raised an eyebrow. When I realized he wasn't joking, I burst out laughing. "Yeah, sure, I'm in danger. Please, I'm always in danger. Look where I live for Christ sake!"

Jasper sighed. "I don't know what's going on, Devin, but the Dean is very serious about getting you behind the walls of the Academy. I was ordered to not take no for an answer."

I frowned. "Well, that's creepy. Tell your freak of a Dean to quit stalking me."

Jasper's face hardened like it had earlier when I called the school a freaky mutant school. "The Dean is not a freak," He growled.

I flinched back a bit. I'd seen that look in big guy's eyes before; it's right before they beat me up. Jasper's fist clenched on the table top. I eyed them. He shut his eyes and breathed out, his fists slowly unclenching.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked apologetic. "Sorry."

"Er, yeah, it's fine, whatever," I still felt uncomfortable, but I tried to let it go. No big deal, just a mutant alone with me in my kitchen having control issues.

Jasper stood. "It'd probably be best if I left for today; let you think it over before I see you again."

I nodded, though I really didn't want to see him again.

"Just… think about the safety of your family," he said.

"I am. My family needs me here," I answered.

"Or maybe that's just what you think."

I glared. "Okay, let's look at this from another perspective, these schools are fucking expensive." I gesture around the dumpy kitchen with the chipped wall paper. "Do I look like I can afford that?"

Jasper looked like he wanted to say something, but then he glanced at the clock on the stove. He sighed, "Just read the letter."

I looked down at the letter he left on the table.

"Close your eyes," he said.

I frowned. "Why?"

"Do you want to wind up knocked out and blinded again?"

I remembered back to earlier, when I woke up with blurry and irritated vision. What had I even been waking up from?

"Just close them, Devin."

I bit my lip, but I closed my eyes anyway. A few minutes passed before I felt a nudge on my knee. I flinched and opened my eyes.

A dog stood in front of me. My sweats lied in a pool on the floor.

"The fuck—"

The dog, a Husky, made a bark noise and gestured with his head towards the table. And then he turned and left the kitchen. That dog had the same leather bound pouch tied around its waist as Jasper.

…ohhhh!

Jasper was the dog that followed me home. I remembered now about finding him in my house after I got out of the shower.

Shifter.

I looked down at the letter on the table. Then I grabbed it and threw it in the trash.

Fucking creepy.

/

Present…

By the time I reach first period, my temper has reduced. Unfortunately I'm late to class and my teacher gives me a speech on priorities or some shit. I don't know. I zoned her out. I take my seat in the back corner of the class.

She begins lecturing us on whatever we're supposed to be learning in economics. I pull my hood over my head and take out my journal to sketch random angles of flowers. I'm not a very approachable sight, so when the teacher announces partner work, I'm not surprised I don't have a line out the door of people willing to partner with me. Who wants to associate with the weird kid who wears the same gray sweater and ripped jeans he's had since the eighth grade almost every day?

The vacant chair next to me scrapes loudly across the floor as it's pulled out. I glance at the intruder from through my bangs. It's Jessica. I actually don't mind Jessica. She's keeps to herself, like me, so I sometimes forget she's in this class as well. She has a shock of brown curls that normally would grab anyone's attention, but she pulls it back into a bun every day. The only reason I know how spectacular they really are is due to the fact I saw her at the grocery store once with her hair down. She dresses simple. Plain t-shirts or sweaters on her thin body, and always a pair of blue jeans. Her face is always free of makeup.

"Cool drawings," she says. Her voice is always raspy. Maybe she smokes. It reminds me of Jasper.

I shrug. "I guess so."

"Guess that means you get to design the poster."

"Geez, what is with this woman and posters? This is, like, what? The third one this month?"

"Don't ask me. I pay as much attention as you."

I smile. She smiles. Yeah, Jessica is cool.

"So, why were you late to class?" She asks.

"Just… caught up in some stuff," I shrug.

She nods in understanding. Something I noticed about Jessica just from the few conversations we've held together is that she doesn't press for information. I think she understands the importance of secrets.

"You got a dog?" She asks.

My head snaps up to her. "What? Why?" Does she know? Is that why she's sitting by me? Did she over hear? Did she see him change?

"You smell like dog. I'd know; I have three of them." She smiles.

My whole body sighs with relief. I run a shaken hand through my hair. I must calm down. Obviously his smell just rubbed off on me. People usually notice the smell of dogs… right? Yeah, of course. "No," I finally say, so I don't seem suspicious. "I don't have a dog. I just petted a stray on the way to school."

"You shouldn't do that. Those things can bite."

I imagine Jasper standing there with his canines that don't ever completely turn human. I'm sure he definitely would bite.

"I'll try to steer clear of them."

She smiles and bumps her shoulder against mine. "Good. I like you Devin, and I don't like many people."

I grin back. "The feeling is mutual."

/

So, by now, you've learned I'm sort of a loser. Well, "sort of" is a bit of an understatement. I freak people out. They don't even know I'm a mutant and I freak people out. How fucked up is that? I freak people out just being human.

I don't talk much. I don't dress very nice. I live in a scary part of town.

So naturally people hate me.

People honestly suck.

It's the end of the school day. It went just as shitty as every other day. I stand at my locker putting books away that I don't need for homework tonight.

"Hey, faggot."

I jump and immediately turn around, ready to play defense.

"Whoa, chill out man. It's just me," Tegan says, feigning a look of innocence.

I sigh in relief. "Dude, scared me."

Tegan laughs that breathy laugh of his. "Softening out on me already, Walker?"

I straighten up and harden my face. "Fuck you," I sneer. I turn back to finish unloading my backpack.

Tegan is my only friend. He doesn't like people either. So we bond over that.

I hear Tegan's weight lean against the lockers beside me. "So, can I come over today? Joe's coming home for the weekend and I'd like to spend as little amount of time with him as possible."

"If you help me make dinner."

"Deal."

I slam my locker shut and sling my bag over one shoulder. I start walking; he picks up pace next to me. As we exit the building, no one pushes me into any lockers, no one gives me dirty looks, and no one sneers rude comments at my back. I always feel safer walking with Tegan. People don't fuck with him. Unlike me, he actually has a reputation of being violent. He started sophomore year here after he got expelled from his old private school. On the first day, he pulled a knife on somebody. Of course, he never got caught by a teacher for it, but news traveled fast. After that, no one fucked with Tegan.

I especially didn't want anything to do with Tegan at first. He comes off as bad news; dark clothes, combat boots, and a scar under his eye from who knows what. I once asked him where he got it. He told me not to worry about it.

But, one day, he got me out of a tough situation with some asshole jocks, and like I said before, we just sort of bonded over our mutual dislike for high school morons.

"I'm thinking macaroni tonight," I say.

"Kraft?"

"From the box and everything."

"Ooh boy, we're eating classy tonight."

We laugh at ourselves as we exit the school grounds. The walk to my apartment complex is only about fifteen minutes. Although the school is in a rather nice neighborhood, as soon as you cross Clover Street, things just take a turn for the shitty.

No one is home again. I don't question why. Tegan makes himself at home on the old recliner.

"I'm going to shower," I decide.

Tegan shrugs and places his hands behind his head, leaning back as he does so. "Do whatever, I'm gonna sleep."

I turn the water on, I remove my clothes, and I shower. It's nice. For the five minutes I take to soak my body, it's nice. Nice and warm and simple.

I shut the shower off and get out. It's cold again. I dry off quickly and slip the same tattered clothes back on.

Tegan is passed out on the recliner. I roll my eyes and take the short hall down to my bedroom. I drop my bag on the floor and flop back on my bed. I let myself close my eyes. I have about ten minutes to rest before I need to make dinner.

Mom gets home at five.

Eric gets home somewhere in between there.

I need to do Physics homework.

Then there's Pre-Calc. homework. .

And if I really want to amuse myself, I could write that essay for English, but—

"Devin."

"Hmm," I sigh. I had been beginning to doze off.

"Devin, we need to get you out of here."

I frown. Wait a minute.

I sit up. Jasper stands in my doorway. Not in dog form, but human, a fully clothed human.

"What the fuck?"

"You need to get out of here."

"Excuse me?" I stand up. Get out of here? He's the one who needs to get out of here.

"Look, it's not safe. I really don't have time to explain—"

There is an odd shimmer next to Jasper, and then a guy appears. I gasp and step back. The boy is in a long dark trench coat, his hair is jet black and pulled into a pony tail, and dark sunglasses cover his eyes.

"J," the guy says. His voice doesn't match his appearance. It's unexpectedly high. "Sources say they're just up the road and approaching fast."

"Did you get the guy on the chair out of here?" Jasper asks.

"Yes, I moved him to a safe location."

Guy? Who? Tegan?

"Jasper," I speak up. "What's going on? Where's Tegan?"

Jasper and the stranger in black both look at me. It's unnerving the way they look at me; like they're staring at a child who just asked where babies come from.

"Devin," Jasper says, slowly. He takes a cautious step towards me. I glance suspiciously down to his feet, then back up to him. I take a step back.

"Look, Devin," he tries again, but this time he doesn't take any steps forward. I think he can see that I'm not calm enough for that kind of approach. "I can't explain this to you, but… you need to just trust me, okay?"

I shake my head. "No," I say. "I need to know why you're in my house right now. I need to know where you took Tegan. And I need to know why you're acting like this."

"There is no time for that. You just need to trust me." Jasper's eyes are pleading.

But I continue to shake my head; because I don't trust him; because I don't trust the boy behind him; because I don't trust anybody.

"J," the other man cuts in. "We really need to go."

"Devin." Jasper says my name with more force this time. I can see him clench his fists at his side. "Just this one time—this one time— listen to me."

I can hear voices outside my open window. From outside my building, on the street four levels below, men are shouting things, hushed things, like they're trying to keep their voices down.

I can see Jaspers ears twitch at this. "Fuck," he curses. He turns his head to look at the other guy. The guy nods.

"I'll hold them off." And then with a shimmer, he's gone.

Jasper looks panicked for a moment. He looks around the room, he scratches his head, and then he locks his blue eyes with mine. "We'll have to go out through the window."

I scrunch my eyebrows together. "We're four levels off the ground, Jasper," I tell him.

"We'll find a way." He pushes passed me to the open window. He looks down at the street below. He curses again under his breath. "They must already be inside," he mumbles.

"Who?" I all-but shout.

"People, Devin! Bad people!" He spins around and storms passed me. He shuts my door. "We have to figure a way to get out through this window."

I ignore the last part. "Why are bad people coming here?"

He stalks to my bed and grabs my blanket. "Maybe we can make a rope or something and propel down. Like in the movies."

"Are you even listening to me?" I shout.

There is a slam from the family room. I jump and take an unconscious step back against the window seal. That was definitely the front door.

There's shouting, lots of shouting. And thuds, and bangs, and crashes, and I can just imagine the mess they're making. I'll have to clean that up. I hear that high voice of the man from earlier shout something to Jasper. I didn't catch it.

Jasper looks at me. We lock eyes.

My bedroom door flings open.

There are men in masks. Familiar masks.

Before I can think farther than that, Jasper is charging towards me.

I'm not sure how it happens. I'm not sure if this is Jasper's intention in the first place; but as he barrels his body into my chest, I fall back… through the open window.

Strange thing it is, falling to your death. I find myself thinking something odd. Staring up at the sky as I fall, all I can think is it's actually a really nice sky today. I've never thought about that before. I usually only describe it as gray.

I guess when you're going to die, you forget to be pessimistic.

/

A/N:

So... I sort of know where I want this to go. Like 85 percent... which is a better score than I get on my Bio tests, so that's got to be a good sign :)

Tell me what you think. I actually don't really like this chapter, because you don't really get to see characters, you just see Devin and then Jasper over and over again, and then you see Tegan for, like, a second. Oh and what's her face is in there for a second too (I know she seems random right now, but there is always a reason behind my madness!) so, yeah, that annoyed me.

But it's just the first chapter; shit will be better explained later on.

And I realize I never said what Devin's mutation is. Did that on purpose, because I'm mysterious and shit ;)

Make guesses if you please.