Snippet #2524894

A young man named Brandon sat crouched in an alley way, clutching the sides of his head in a pained way. Around him was a group of thugs, all of them armed with either guns or knives. "Give us all of your money, you worthless piece of trash!" the leader of the group yelled.

Brandon merely sat there paralyzed in either fear or pain. Or both. One of the thugs then let out a small grunt and rushed forward to stab Brandon in the neck. Brandon suddenly looked at him and held his hand out towards the armed thug.

"I said LEAVE ME ALONE!" he snapped. Tendrils came from the shadows around him, grabbing the thugs by either the arms or legs. With an agonizing scream that was amplified by the alley way he was in, the tendrils shook the thugs like toys in the hands of an angry child; smashing them into walls or into the ground, or even throwing them clear out of the alley and across the street.

"Oh my god! It's one of those freaks!" A pedestrian shouted, taking out their phones and taking pictures of Brandon. "This is going on insta-"

The pedestrian's words were cut off by Brandon suddenly rushing forward and grabbing them by the neck while other pedestrians looked on in horror, some calling the police. Around Brandon, an aura of darkness surrounding his body, and a blank expression on his face. Shadow manipulation had weakened his mind to the tortures of the shadow demons, and the thugs broke him. He would remain like this for an undefined amount of time.

The sound of police sirens started to echo throughout the city as they headed towards Brandon's location.