Creation Of Cremations - Mumscarian Superhero AU

Chapter 1 - Scar

"C'mere little guy!"

The stray pigeon stopped and cocked its head, looking at the eccentric man approaching it. Carelessly rummaging through his worn book bag, the man produced some pieces of bread.

"Oh so now you look when I have bread, hm?” The man feigned annoyance which melted away with a lighthearted sigh. “I can’t stay mad at you, you beautiful little creature. Here, have the rest of it." 

The pigeon shuffled towards the bread curiously. 

"Hey!" 

The pigeon fled in a flurry of feathers. The man wheeled around swiftly. His eyes fell guilty when in face to face with an officer.

"Oh it’s you." The policeman groaned. 

“The one and only?” The man attempted to charm his way out of the situation.

“If I remember your face it means you’re a pain in my ass.”

“Or it's because I’m in a wheelchair so that’s a recognisable feature.”

The man didn't say that outloud, that would be a one way ticket out of his wheelchair. He just stared at the ground in silence. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, Scar. Feeding the pigeons is strictly prohibited!” The officer pinched his eyebrows. 

“But they're gonna starve!” The man - Scar - protested. “They’re just such cute little fellas! You wouldn’t deny an animal the right to eat?

“Ha, you have a heart but it’s in the wrong place.” The officer was not impressed. “The council is pushing for fines for feeding the pigeons. Consider this your final warning.”

Scar’s eyes widened. No way, they couldn’t just put fines on this? Scar couldn’t afford that risk, he couldn’t afford much to begin with. The law had got him right where they wanted him.

“Anything else?” The officer crossed his arms, sensing Scar’s defeat.

“No, have a good day.” Scar replied and he meant it, no matter how badly the officer had been treating him.

Scar was stunned. Leaning back in his wheelchair, he reluctantly stuffed the bread back into his bag. He didn’t consider himself above the law, it just infuriated him when silly laws that don’t protect anyone are enforced. Like why could there even be a law against feeding pigeons? Surely the lawmakers had more pressing issues, such as housing accommodation laws. Or medical tax laws. Or anything that was even slightly sensible. Instead the laws were coined by petty politicians who did nothing. But who was Scar? He wasn’t a government resistor, not in the slightest. He just wished he could make a change.

Scar wasn’t going to let that ruin his day, no-siree! He had much bigger plans besides, he was too optimistic to get visibly sad in public. Gripping the wheels on his chair, he continued to meander down the street. Dusk was beginning to set in: It was winter after all. Scar shivered from underneath his thick brown coat. Hopefully the hall would have heating.

“Scar!”

Scar turned to see a woman run towards him. Pink hair secured in two plaits and a cornflower dress tucked under a winter coat, the woman was much better dressed than Scar.

“Oh, hello there Lizzie.” Scar greeted his friend cheerfully. “How are you?”

“I’m okay - Hold on. “ Lizzie cut herself off, digging deep into her bag.