[August of 2012]
[Celestial Industries' Headquarters; Entrance.]
3rd PoV
*Bang!*
A loud gunshot resounded as everyone quickly ducked while the presidential body guards hurriedly turned to the president to protect him.
Some reporters – specially Clark Cent – was brave as they didn't duck at all and was capturing everything that happened.
""Woah!"" They were all stunned and amazed as they saw Psionix holding his hand out in front of the president's face while a large and long bullet that can only be used by long sniper guns can be seen resting in the middle of his thumd and index finger.
Andrew slowly pulled his hand back, along with the bullet as he casually pinched it into a flat meta scrap.
He then turned to Obama and asked while the latter's body guards were looking around vigilantly and was talking to their comms to find out where the hell was the shooter. "Are you okay, Mr. President?"
""Daddy!"" Sasha along with her siblings and their mother came out from the back and tried running towards Obama. But they were all stopped by the body guards who just said. "It's still dangerous."
Psionix turned to them and casually waved a hand to calm them down while saying "It's fine. I'm here. Nothing will happen to them."
Obama smiled at that as his family was then allowed and they all ran to him. He then turned to Psionix and said while rubbing the hair of his daughter "I'm okay."
Psionix nodded and then turned his head to the audience.
The other reporters who was ducking earlier was now standing as they continued their jobs. He ignored them as he focused his eyes to one of the buildings from afar.
From there. He can see a man casually walking down a flight of stairs while he stealthily changed his clothes along the way. The weapon he used were in a briefcase that he held in his hand.
Psionix then held his hand out for aesthetic effect as his powerful psionic ability quickly reached the guy. The man was already in the lobby of the building he was in when his body suddenly stopped an then he began floating involuntarily.
He then flew as the entrance of the building opened on its own as he exited and flew to the sky — heading for the Celestial Headquarters.
The reporters were confused by what he was doing while Clark Cent have full faith to his hero as he quickly focused his camera to where his favorite hero were pointing his hand out.
The audience and even Obama also turned their heads and looked at the sky and saw a small object flying that quickly enlarged as it approached them.
After five seconds. They were all shocked to see a man in a casual business suit along with a suitcase flying at their direction while screaming his lungs out.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!!"
His suffering was ended when he was then brought to the front of the stage of where Psionix and the President stood at.
"Ow." He landed roughly to the ground as he looked around his surroundings.
!!
Realizing where he was. He tried to stand up and make a run for it but it was futile as he once again felt that force stopping him from moving.
His suitcase opened on its own as its contents rolled to ground and revealed itself to he masses.
*Gasp*
The reporters quickly connected the dots of who might be this guy was as they all pointed their cameras to him.
"This guy right here, if it isn't obvious already, is the one who tried to take the life of our beloved president just now." Psionix spoke as some reporters quickly turned their cameras at him.
"What do you–"
"Is he really th–"
"How did you know it was hi–"
They all started bombarding him with questions again as Psionix just lifted a hand to make them silent.
"The question of how I know it was him wasn't important right now as it's related to my power. The real question right now is why did he do it."
Everyone's eyes widened at that statement as they turned their heads to the still struggling guy — trying to be break free from the psionic hold.
Psionix turned slowly hovered as he then floated and landed in front of the bloodshot-eyed man. He calmly stood in front of him as he opened his mouth and spoke "I'll get straight to the point. Trying to assassinate the president himself is a federal felony that will not only grant you life imprisonment, but possibly death penalty. So tell me who you're working with and maybe i can tell a good to he president to lighten your sentence."
President Obama were looking down coldly at the guy while his family were already at the back, waiting for him.
The reporters on the other hand were trying to not let anything slip from their cameras as this is a big scoop of news for them.
"HaHaHa! Don't take me for a fool. I already know tha' I will face death penalty the moment I go' caught, so don't waste your smelly saliva because you ain't gettin' anythin' from me." The guy was scared at first but a resolute smirk appeared in his face afterwards.
"Is that so?" Psionix asked calmly. He looked at the guy silently which unnerved the latter as he found his featureless stare too creepy. A small tablet then magically appeared in his hand as he swiped the screen for a bit.
The audience was amazed and curious at he same time as they waited for what he was about to do.
After a while, Psionix stopped as he then made the tablet face the face of the guy. In the screen, A picture of himself can be seen with a few information about him.
The man's eyes widened after he was himself in the screen as his movement became more intense as he futilely tried to break free from the psionic hold.
"This is you, right?" Psionix casually asked while the reporters were zooming their cameras to capture what was in the screen clearly.
The former then continued "Hmm. Let's see. Good marksman. Hmm, oh, you've also killed other politicians in the past huh.. Wait.. 15... Mutant kills?" Psionix then trailed off after he said the last sentence.
*Hum*
The atmosphere began to get heavy as they all felt the wind becoming chilly as if following the mood of Psionix.
Psionix had a cast of shadow covering his face as his aura began to get dangerous ss the second passes.
"Psionix.." Obama called out as he quickly went down the stage and patted hi friend's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Psionix replied while turning to look at the president. The atmosphere then started to get back to normal and the aura surrounding the former disappeared.
"You were getting lost there for a second.." Obama replied while heaving a sigh of relief.
"Yeah. Anyway." Psionix said as he and then president floated back to the stage while he stood at the podium. He then looked at the now silent assassin as he spoke "So you're part of the Friends of Humanity?"
The assassin didn't intend to speak any longer as he knows that he's already fucked and he also knows that his friends at the organization wouldn't even think about saving him.
*Chaotic Shouting*
The reporters at this time couldn't contain themselves any longer as they bombarded Psionix and the president with questions.
Psionix pointed his finger to another reporter as that said reporter then immediately stood up and asked "What is this friends of humanity?"
*Sigh*
Psionix turned to the sighing president and asked with a casual tone "Should we tell them?"
"You fuc– Ehem! I mean, you already told them, so might as well tell them the whole secret." The president almost cursed as he replied.
"Haha." Psionix laughed in response at him as he the continued after turning to the direction of the chaotic reporters. "This Friends of Humanity is a group of extremist people who believe that humanity should stay as it is, weak and fragile. They don't want evolution to make us all strong so they hunt down meta humans. They brutally kill them in the most gory way possible as they believe that metahumans are devilspawns.
This is actually confidential but we have already started tracking where these people hide and detain but we've only had captured a few of them and the rest of their members are still on the loose — killing any defenseless metas they can find." Psionix finished with a cold tone in his voice.
The whole audience was shocked at that revelation as they couldn't believe that there were people who would actually do that kinds of things.
"And from what I can guess. This guy right her must have been sent by them to assassinate the president to stop him from announcing this big revelations in this press conference. They all want the metas to stay as it is – discriminated by the society – so they can continue butchering us like pigs in a market."
The reporters were silent at that and then eventually another one raised their hand to ask another question.
Psionix nodded at him as the reporter then stood up and then asked "If this organization is such headache, then they are definitely being lead by leaders right? Do you all have any ideas who are they or can you share them to us?"
At that question. Psionix turned to the president and nodded at him. Obama then replaced Psionix from the podium and then spoke to the mic. "That's a good question actually. From what we have gathered in the past month, the leader of this extremist group is actually the recently deceased colonel William Stryker Jr. He was the founder of this group and also it's funder."
*Gasp*
Everyone in the press conference all gasped in surprise as they quickly recognized who was the owner of that name.
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The original Andrew on the other hand was looking at this scene calmly while munching on potato chips.