Posted 29 September 2009 - 01:34 AM
He came out of the shadows carefully. He'd been hiding quite a bit over the last few days. No sense being reckless. He checked his gear.
All intact. Good.
He looked around the street carefully. It certainly looked deserted, he knew to be caution in this infernal city. He stepped out onto the street carefully, watching for shadows wherever he moved.
He arrived downtown, only about a block from the night scene in this forsaken city. I cannot WAIT to be back home, he thought. Suddenly, he felt a tapping on his shoulder.
A behemoth of a man was behind him. He turned around quickly, but was no match for the brute's power. He felt white hot agony as a pair of brass knuckles crashed into his face. A tooth was probably loose, but that was the least of his concerns. As he lay on the ground, he feebly went for a radio in his vest but the golliath brought his foot to bear with a massive stomp, crushing the device and the man's hand in one blow.
He whimpered now, waiting for death to come, but only heard a voice above him.
"You... you do not get to slink around the night like some kind of super hero."
He felt the large man grab something off of his vest, but he could not tell what it was.
"This should be a nice trinket... ahaha!" he bellowed, giving the crippled man one more savage kick to the ribs for good measure.
He lay there, softly crying, silently cursing how cruel life could be.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.