Roughs

Chapter 11: Him

March 11th: 12:00pm

A 38 year old man with pale white skin walked down the hall of a police station, with pitch black hair, a diagonal scar across his right cheek, 3 scars place in different directions along his neck, and a scar on his right his green eye. He fixed his dark grey tie, and turned the corner, to be greater by an officer- the deputy. He had brown hair; that was shaven along the sides of his head, but not the middle. He had dark brown eyes, freckles, and no scars. He was dressed up in his officer uniform.
"Hello sir." He said, towards the man with the black hair.
"Hello Jackson, did you find him?" The man asked, beginning to walk past him as Jackson followed beside him.
"Michael James O'mere, it's almost as if he's disappeared and went off the map. He hasn't been active with crime lately, for the past month."
The man nodded, clutching his fists slightly.
"Find him, and if you do, bring him back to me uninjured" he said, in an angry tone.
"Yes sir, I'll be sure to do that. I sent out a group of officers to search for him again today."
The man nodded, before walking into a side room that titled "Chiefs Office" and shutting the door behind him. He sighed, putting his hands through his midnight black hair.
"I haven't been able to find his parents yet, they're continuously moving. What a pity." He told himself, walking to his desk, which had a sign placed on the corner of his desk, titling; "Simon. C"
He walked, and sat down at the chair by his desk, spinning in it once, before stopping to lift up the blinds which are covering the window behind him.
He peered out of it, watching inhuman's using their powers for fun reasons, such as playing games, or pranks. He scoffed to himself, turning back around to face his desk, smirking.