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After a while, Brandon sighed and stood up; he was starving, and needed food. Unfortunately, he didn't have any money, so he'd resort to the only thing he knew would work: Crime. Silently, he stood in the shadows of the alleyway he hid in, and waited for someone to pass by, once someone did, tendrils of shadow would grab them, and literally drag them into the alley way while they screamed in horror.

Brandon would immediately knock them out, then go through their pockets and/or bags, taking whatever cash they had, pocketing it himself. After doing this to about five people, he had acquired around one hundred dollars in cash; now he had to spend it on food.

Walking out of the alley way, he pulled the shadows to his body, making his body seem like it radiated darkness. It hurt to do this; both use his powers and to hurt other people; but he had to survive, and this was the only way he knew how. His dark red eyes glowed brightly, and people steered clear of him out of fear. Walking into a diner, he lowered the shadows a little, and sat at a table, ordering some food.

Once he ate, he paid for the food, and left, heading to a grocery store to buy some food he could keep in his pockets and not have to cook. He also bought bottled waters, and stashed those in his pockets as well.

After some time, Brandon found himself confronted by the police again. Helicopters circled above him, and cop cars surrounded him, cutting off his connection to the shadows by shining their lights on his body so that no shadows could form. Brandon dropped to the ground, hands gripping the side of his head as he screamed in pain; he was so afraid of not having a connection to shadow that his body actually responded with pain if if wasn't in constant contact with a shadow source.

Some time later....

Gabriel would have received a message, either via phone or text, that the police had arrested a man whom was possibly one of the three SOLO had talked about in his message to the public earlier that day.

"We found him outside of a grocery store," An officer explained to Gabriel as the two walked down the hall towards Brandon's cell. "It actually didn't take much to bring him in, just a lot of light." he added. In the distance, Brandon's agonizing screams echoed throughout the halls as the cops kept floodlights pointed at him so that he couldn't do anything.

"Make the light stop! It hurts!" Brandon cried. For someone who was twenty years old, he acted like a child. What shadows there were in the building tugged from where they normally would be like disobedient dogs, all wanting to head towards Brandon's cell only to be vaporized by the powerful floodlights.