Gavin slowly opened his eyes only to recoil a few seconds later. Whatever had been in that canister had fucked up his eyes. Once again, Gavin slowly opened his eyes, slightly shielding them from the day light. What the fuck had happened? Why the hell was he alive? Where the hell was Dan? There were still gunshots and screaming echoing around him throughout the McNeil Palace. His eyes finally adjusted and Gavin finally got a chance to see the scene around him. Gavin hunched over, grabbing his stomach and covering his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. They'd been sliced up...all of them. Every women and child, cut up. Sliced in a number of ways, splattered against the wall, and lying there in a gruesome pile with blood seeping out from under it. Gavin turned away, sickened, not simply because of their deaths but because the cuts looked so perfect, so "clean."
"Jesus fucking Christ..." As Gavin turned, he saw Dan, sitting against a wall with his eyes wide open and holding the canister with what remained his right arm. He was missing left arm while his right was riddled with smaller cuts. Both his legs were sliced off, lying in two different corners of the room. His head and chest were the most particular gruesome and confusing. The top of his head had been peeled back and his brain was exposed, a number of large slices taken from it. There was a triangular hole where his heart should be.
"Sorry about the family, Dan..." He said, noting the look of shock and agony on his face, his body staring at the mutilated corpses. Gavin then looked around the room, realizing the walls had cuts in them two. "Wait, why am I still here." He cautiously removed the canister from Dan's grip, slightly weaker in death than it had been in life. "And what the hell is this?" He said, inspecting it.
Gavin looked it over but eventually realized what it was. It was a regular old flashbang. Improvised, but still a flashbang. How the hell could it have caused all this and leave him unscathed? Gavin looked over toward the wall where the flashbang had been through through a hole. The mishapen hole Dan had jumped through was still there, but floor level was a perfectly cut square. It didn't make sense. So a group of rioters had tossed a flashbang through Dan's hole and then cut their own hole with power tools? When could they have-
"Wait a minute, how long was I knocked out? And-and why didn't I hear anything?!" Gavin was seriously beginning to panic. He clutched his chest and felt something strange on his vest. there was a thick cut moving across it. Nothing fancy, not a shape, no immediate significance, just a cut moving from left to right. Gavin ran his finger along the line. Why did it feel so familiar?
"Oh God...no, no, no fucking way!" Gavin yelled jumping backwards and falling through the block on concrete Dan had used to covered the door. There was another perfect set of slices through the concrete. He scrambled away from the room. It had to have been another superhuman, no doubt in his mind, but the cuts...no, there was no way it could them.
Gavin heard a number of children scream in the room below him. He had to get down, had to make up for...something! He saw a large statue and reduced it's gravity. He then let gravity take hold and the statue fell, cracking the floor. He did this again, and again, and again, until he finally felt the floor give out beneath him and he saw himself landing in front of a firing squad, what remained of the McNeil's behind him in pain. The statue was floating a few feet off the ground beside him. The firing squad was hastily reloading.
"Okay you fuckers, let's see who can shoot the fastest." Gavin said, grabbing the statue and throwing it at the firing squad of rioters.