"Stop right there, villain!"
Sam skidded to a halt.
It had been ten minutes since the alley.
A hero that was posing for the cameras, caught sight of a scarred white haired teen running amok in the city. Seeing him before his eyes, he felt this was his chance to show what he could do.
"White hair, nasty scar—you're under arrest!"
Sam was having none of this. He decided to just keep moving.
The hero teleported right in front of Sam, however that scared the shit out of Sam as all of a sudden the man teleported right in front of his face.
Sam's steel-toed boot shattered his jaw, in a roundhouse kick that was done purely out of instinct. He looked down at his work and saw the bleeding mouth of the idiot who decided to teleport right in front of someone with PTSD.
People who saw this, screamed.
"Oh my god! Teleporter!"
"Is he okay?"
"He breathing?"
Sam ran past all of them. The more time he wasted around those idiots, the more time he had to be captured.
All of a sudden, Sam can hear sirens.
The louder the sound got, the closer they are, and this one just came up right on him as he was running.
The patrol car blocked him from continuing after performing a drift to stop in front of him.
They get out, guns ready to fire on the scarred kid.
"Hands behind your back!"
"Get the fuck away from me!"
Sam was losing his mind. More and more of these clowns keep trying to capture him. He won't go back.
Never!
From the corner of his eye he saw a possible escape.
An alley.
Sam decided that he was going to have to trust the cops to not kill him for running. He sprints back where he came from and they chased on foot.
"Stop!"
"Get back here!"
Sam climbed a fire escape in the alley. He did so quickly and silently. After getting to a comfortable height, he watches. Waits.
The cops follow not long after.
"The fuck?"
"Where did he go?"
The two cops were stunned. Jackpot. Now was Sam's opportunity.
He Dropped.
The two officers fell to the ground after Sam landed on them. Before they could get up, Sam punched them both in the side of the head, knocking them both out without difficulty.
He saw they both had a standard issue firearm. He decided to take it. He was going to need it if more of these so-called heroes tried to harass him.
He ran through the alley. On the other side, he heard more sirens approaching him.
More cops.
Two cruisers this time. Both drove right towards the alley where Sam was.
'It seems they were able to contact backup.'
Sam immediately took out one of the guns. Not visibly but just so he was ready to open fire on these bitches.
The moment they pointed their guns at him, he shot their hands.
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang.
"Ahhh!!"
"My hand!"
"Bastard!"
2 cruisers, 4 cops, 4 bullets, 4 free guns.
He approached them carefully and saw them holding there hands that had bullet holes in them. He knocked them out with a kick to the head. He then took their service weapons one after another. But the time he got to the second cruiser, he ditched some guns but kept the ammo.
But then as he was looking for items on the downed cop, he caught a glimpse of the interior of the cruiser.
Sam knew what they were the moment he saw them.
Flash grenade.
Smoke grenade.
He looked at them as they sat in his palms.
'I could use these. I need to hurry out of here. Fuck this.
He ran through the alleys again.
Toward the forest.
Hoping to free himself from this fucked up society full of idiots.