"Stop right there, villain!"
Sam skidded to a halt.
Ten minutes since the alley.
A hero posed for cameras.
"White hair, nasty scar—you're under arrest!"
Move!
Sam turned away.
The hero teleported.
Sam's steel-toed boot shattered his jaw.
The hero collapsed.
People screamed.
Sam ran.
Sirens.
A patrol car blocked him.
"Hands behind your back!"
No.
An alley.
Gunshots.
Sam climbed the fire escape.
Dropped.
Three officers fell.
Weapons taken.
He ran.
More cops.
Sam shot their hands.
Flashbangs.
Smoke.
He disappeared.
Toward the forest.