May 13, 2019
“Don’t eat that!” asdfjkl
The depowered metahuman looked back at the familiar voice exclaiming an order at him. "Ivy?!" He exclaimed, wondering how she had found him. His cravings had gotten worst since that blurry night in the sewers. Cooked meals didn't cut it anymore, and even though Waylon had recently taken to eating raw packaged meat, he needed something more. On his way to the halfway house from his security guard job, Waylon had spotted and captured a racoon. As it wriggled in his large hands, he had been about to take a bite out of it when Poison Ivy had shouted at him. "Um.." He dropped the racoon. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled, looking down shamefully.