1. Ami Write: Deceased, normal
2. Bradley Beckendorf
3. Cleo Newberry: Deceased, normal
4. Cat Danvers
5. Corvan Oakley
6. Emma Winters
7. Greydon Newberry: Deceased, normal
8. Happy Knot: Deceased, normal
9. Iisan Takanashi
10. Jason Faith
11. Karol Smith: Deceased, normal
12. Lauren Grace
13. Levy Tate
14. Mara Olowe
15. Michelle Jones
16. Ned Leeds: Deceased, normal
17. Peter McFay: Deceased, normal
18. Peter Parker
19. Stella Write: Deceased, normal
20. Terrance Oakley
21. Thora Bourgeois

I have confirmed there are at least ten mutants within the Midtown HS group. One of them can manipulate objects, to which I speculate to be Iisan Takanashi as seen in the recording.
Note: Keep an eye on the boy named Peter Parker.
Signed,
Dr. Houston Nicholas Crane

Dr. Crane,
I thank you for your input, but your facts were slightly off and your message too late to be of use to me. Takanashi can do far much more that just manipulate objects. I've assigned you to figure out what the mutants here can do, yet you've hardly given me anything. I could have died last night because of your lack of information. I expect better results soon, do not disappoint.
And why should I keep note of Parker? I'd like to hear clarification, thank you.
Signed,
Dr. Trevor Braunt

Dr. Braunt,
I do apologize for lacking those facts, truly.  It's been a bit of a struggling balancing working with the littles, taking care of the Deadly Walkers, and now having to scout the students for you.
In regards to Parker, I believe he could be someone we shouldn't have dragged into this. This is big, the Avengers may very well show up.
Signed,
Dr. Houston Nicholas Crane

"My suicide is on your hands!"
"Please! Somebody help me!"
"What is that thing?"
"I-It hurts. So-so bad."
"Make this all worth it."
"I'm sorry I'm so weak, Ami."
"I wouldn't look if I were you, Peter."
"Hey Peter... what if we all die here?"

A/N
Sorry the words are hard to read, especially if you have a mobile device. Both Wattpad and Instagram didn't like the size of my image canvas so I had to fill in the sides and now the pixels are too small for the words to be clear.

WARNING: Graphic depictions.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Jason screamed at nothing. His eyes were full of tears, and his whole body trembled over Greydon's corpse as he sobbed into his friends back. "GREYDON!" His voice cracked. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

"Jason, calm down!" Iisan yelled from across the hall. "You'll attract a monster or some shit if you keep being so loud."

"Why did I even do that?!" Jason sobbed. "What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why am I so stupid?! Greydon... I'm so sorry this happened..."

"He was going insane! Honestly, killing him is for the better of everyone here." Iisan remarked, clutching his bullet wound.

"He was just scared!"

"He put a bullet in my guts!" Iisan shouted.

"UGH!" Jason sat up on his knees. "He was my best friend Iisan! You're wouldn't understand!"

"Yes I fucking do! If Lauren, or Emma, Bradley, Terrance, Corvan- or even YOU had died, I'd probably lose my mind! But I haven't lost my sanity yet! And I'm not going to lose it any time soon!"

"Iisan stop." Terrance said sternly. "This is all... a lot right now. Jason... will you be ok?"

"I don't know." Jason mumbled.

"We need to get moving." Iisan said.

"Relax Iisan, geez." Terrance scorned. "You just too a bullet to your stomach and Jason- ok first- we need to close your wound...if we can."

"I could probably do it on my own but there's a lot of light in this hall." Iisan scowled. They heard a few bullet shots and glass shattering as the ceiling lights blew out.

"Not anymore there's not." Corvan said, holding Greydon's gun in his hand.

"You could have just flipped off the light switch." Peter stated.

"Meh." Corvan shrugged.

"Ok- um-" Iisan hesitantly lifted Terrance shirt which he'd been using as a gauge to prevent his wound from bleeding too much. "Terrance you're not helping."

"Am I glowing?" Terrance winced.

"Yeah."

"Sorry- I'm nervous." Terrance admitted. Indeed, the boy was glowing ever so faintly. His skin, and even his hair, emitted a gentle dim whitish golden light. His freckled skin now looked like stars shining in a galaxy next to a burning sun. He stopped glowing.

"Hm..." Iisan looked under the cloth of Terrance's shirt once again. He winced in pain, along with the sight of so much blood pooling from his abdomen. He set the shirt on the floor and took off his own, revealing the bloody wound. He stopped up the blood with Terrance's shirt (which was already soaked in blood at this point) so that the area around the bullet entry was clean.

Peter watched curiously as Iisan moved his hands over the hole, his fingers trembling from his pain. It was startling, even in the low light, Peter could see exactly what was happening. Miraculously, the hole seemed to be closing around itself, though the area looked deformed and ugly now, much bigger than the original wound had been.

"How did you do that?" Peter asked, feeling stunned from what he'd just witnessed.

"I can sometimes... manipulate..." Iisan was now breathing heavily and there were tears forming in his eyes, "atoms... so.. so I rearranged... or.... I moved the atoms... of my flesh... fuck."

"Did it work?" Terrance asked.

"I still... have to deal... with the exit wound." Iisan panted.

"You alright?"

"Have you don't that before?" Peter asked.

"Only... a few times..." Iisan relaxed against the wall. "It didn't... work."

"Then why-"

"Cause it's a bit of a dire situation!" Iisan exclaimed. "And it fucking- hurts."

"Calm down." Terrance said, putting a hand on Iisan's shoulder. His face went bright red and he began to glow. "I- I did not realize you didn't have a shirt on."

"Then why do you still have your hand on me?"

Terrance dramatically threw his hand into the air. "S-sorry!" He said, glowing even brighter and Iisan chuckled quietly to himself.

"I don't think I can fix the exit hole since I can't see it... I don't want to risk... you know." Iisan sighed.

"Then wrap your shirts around the area again." Peter said. "But you need to be quick about it, I have a feeling somethings coming."

"A feeling?" Corvan raised a brow.

"I can erm- well-" Peter mumbled something to himself. "Ok, you guys can glow and stuff, I can sense things. Like a heightened sixth sense or something."

"So you are a mutant." Iisan smirked.

"No! I'm not! I- it's from something else, ok?" Peter stammered.

"Uh huh, ok. Sure."

"We should get going." Jason said quietly, and Peter realized the boy had been sitting their silently this whole time. He was expressionless, now numb to his pain from murdering his best friend. Or perhaps he'd accepted that there was nothing he could do about it, and was only left with two options; survive or die.

"Seriously Jason, are you gonna be ok?" Terrance asked with a worried look on his face.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Jason said, not looking at any of them. "Can someone just... help me rest him somewhere properly?"

"I'll help you." Peter said and aproached Greydon's body. The two rollwd him onto his back so that he could face the sky, and Jason closed the boy's eyes. He looked like he was sleeping. They propped him up against a wall in a sitting position, and put his empty gun in one of his hands. Now it just looked like he had nodded off while keeping watch out for something, a gun to protect himself with.

"I'm sorry about this." Jason mumbled. "I don't know what came over me."

"You're alright man." Terrance assured. My friend is distracting me so much right now I can hardly focus on writing. Shoe. You're noisy bro.

"Where do we go now?" Corvan asked.

"Do you still sense something coming, Peter?" Iisan asked.

"Yeah... and I think it's more than just one something." Peter answered.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Corvan asked urgently.

"Uh... we might be in trouble." Peter said, looking to the far end of the hallway. "Hey Jason... do you remember the monster that killed Happy?"

"Don't tell me it's coming." Jason said flatly.

"... They're all coming." Peter said as the sound of several footsteps could now be heard. They were getting close.

"Hey Peter..." Jason muttered. "What if we all die here?"

A/N
I apologize about this being such a short chapter. I focused more on the art up top which wasn't even worth it because wattpad butchered it so what was the point? Kinda irritating honestly.
-Peter