01-01-2012, 07:34 PM
In a nearby alleyway, a runaway curled up on a pile of rags behind a dumpster. The boy was lean and tough, despite his youth; he was only fourteen years old and had run away from home three years previously, due to his mother being put in prison. The boy's name was Alonzo, tho he normally went by Lonnie, and he had never really understood why his mother had been arrested for his father's death. The police had simply assumed that she was to blame, even tho the murder had been unspeakably violent beyond reason...
Lonnie didn't know anything about the laboratory nearby, so didn't know what to think when the alarms rent the air. He assumed that a warehouse might have been broken into, and didn't know whether to stay where he was or leave the area. Lonnie didn't have much faith in the police and thought it likely that he might be arrested if he stayed in the area. Eventually, he decided to stay put; he was hidden where he was and was safest there.