Playdate

Chapter 2: Natural Selection

His eyes were wide and clueless as to the people around him, most of the people were businessmen and women though the sun was well over the buildings now. The time was 5:10, mail trucks drove around others looking at him as he walked he has seemed to develop some type of 'allergy' to 'normal' people ever since he was friends with Brandon and they probably felt the same way towards things like him. He walked around the street before looking at a piece of paper on the ground, it had a person's face on it with the word "Wanted" below and his name, "Logan" after with no monetary reward. Was he that worthless? Did they just want him locked up for the rest of his life? Stuff like this was why villains existed in the first place.
There was not a single place to hide but the backstreets, soon enough this poor refuge for him will become one with the hopeless city. At least the people here didn't immediately call the police on him due to him being the victim, at least so he thinks...
Logan started to look for the stranger, he wanted to know why they wanted Brandon of all people. He wasn't much but a floating torso. There was nothing to talk to, so he had forced himself to stay silent for the moment as he thought of the looks of the stranger, they had blonde hair and a 'dark pink' cloak with so many eyes he didn't bother to count them. He tried his best to keep his composure, he relied so much on Brandon without noticing. He was probably the only thing that was positive in his life ever since he got out of school and then was influenced by villains by knowing them as friends.
Logan was knocked out of his thoughts by the sounds of steps again he turned around this time, it was just a person on the street who glared at him before walking past him. He seemed paranoid as if he was always in danger and if anything he was, he was too weak to fight anything with the lack of food he has had, he was limping around the place looking on top of buildings and corners till he saw it.

The police.

The police barely patrolled these parts of the city why were they all of a sudden here? To make his life more miserable? It was sure working, he definitely couldn't fight them off if they ever saw him. Logan retreated to a nearby dumpster and hid behind it, he was crouched down and on all fours, he almost didn't breathe mostly because the smell was horrid behind there. He heard a door open and heard footsteps around the dumpster, he was as still as a statue though his wide shoulders and large figure made it hard for him.
He moved his pupils to the right seeing someone sneakily walk around the corner, he saw a dark aura coming from them and it felt like only he was the only one who could see this but maybe it was all in his head. The steps of the police officers came closer sweat dripped down Logans face before everything went quiet, uncomfortably quiet...the only thing that was heard was his heartbeat...he felt like it would be the last thing he would hear.
Before a single thought could be manifested a taser shot went into his back, two to be exact, they had seen him run him back there yet they let the suspense creep in and render him helpless... He quickly fell to the ground limply vibrating as he was electrocuted before they stopped, they yelled out to each other to collectively cuff and restrain the large creature before putting him in the back of a truck. The last amount of energy was sucked from him...and all his friendships were gone.