I looked at the man. The muscular man, who looked like he could crush a car with one hand easily. Seriously, was this guy the hulk? Or just on steroids? Maybe he was Thor? Or Captain America on steroids? If there was one thing he learned from Captain America, it was to let people use experimental stuff on you when you suffer from a number of diseases that will probably mess up the experiment and kill you. Yep, a great life lesson.
This was the big fight with the big man.
“I’m gonna crush you,” he big man grumbled.
“I’m sorry, gonna? Do you mean going? Because, honestly, I at least expect you to use a little bit of grammar.”“You so dead.”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“I’ll kill you right now.”“That’s a little better,” I said nodding. “But maybe you should consider longer sentences?”
The big man growled
“Horses growl, people kick,” I tutted. “Learn your manners.”
A vein pulsed on his temple.“I don’t think that’s healthy,” I pointed out. “You should see a doctor about that. Which is good, because after I kick your teeth in, you’ll be going to see a doctor anyway.”
The big man with an unhealthy temple grinned. “I’d like to see that.”“Oh, trust me, you wouldn’t. But you’re going to anyway.”
“Then bring it on, you son of a-”
I moved forward in pushed him in the chest. He flew back and hit the wall, which happened to be made of concrete.“Watch your language,” I tutted. I don’t think he was conscious at that point. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.
“Anyone home?” When there was no response, I shrugged and searched him for the thing I was looking for. I didn’t find it, but I found his wallet, opened it and looked at the name.“Oh.” I said. Then I looked down at him, the big man with a broken rib cage and internal bleeding. “Wrong guy. Sorry.”
You know, looking back, maybe I should have called the ambulance. I should have done a lot of things. But I didn’t. Oh well, the big man probably made it. Maybe. Possible. Nah, who am I kidding, he’s as dead as a crayon.Oh well.