A Glitch in the System

The boy stood in the middle of the empty street, his eyes flashing red like twin police lights set in his skull. His handsomely broad shoulders were slumped in his soaked gray hoodie, the darkness engulfing his shadow with a greed that only darkness could contain.
He whined.
He sputtered.
Sparks flew out from the back of his head like fireworks on the fourth of July.
His eyes kept flashing.

He was dragged into a truck, carted off. Pulled to the factory, taken apart limb for limb. Put back together again in the form of someone else, then renamed and tossed out into the radioactive streets and given power, given life.
"Hello."