Page 22 of Justified
I supposed I would take his ass out.When I decided to take up the mantle of vigilante, it was to make the city a better place.Couldn’t have it be a better place with drug pushers on corners.Man, I swear, if someone would have told me I’d be perched on some rooftop like a gargoyle in black leather with an armory strapped to my body to defend the people, I might have laughed at them.Sure, I was a soldier and had even signed up with a secret organization to become an elite mercenary for the government… or what I thought was the government at the time.However, working within the law and outside of it were two very different things.
I flexed my enhanced muscles, watching them move under my impenetrable skin.I couldn’t help but think back to the day that changed my life forever.Mr.Carl Swanson had approached me after I had completed my second tour.Painted some perfect picture about how I had the credentials to go even further in my military career.That if I were to join their secret government organization, I would be sent to where the real fight was, where I could truly make a difference.
He even showed me footage of one of their elite teams saving a foreign diplomat I hadn’t even known had been kidnapped.Let’s just say, the footage and the agent convinced me I needed to be where the action was.I was so gung-ho at the time and wanted to make my country safe, so I joined like a fucking idiot, with little to no questions asked.I wasn’t in their secret facility seventy-two hours before they were strapping me into a fucking chair and injecting me with some serum they were calling XSR14.
I remembered the shit hurt like hell and I felt like my body was melting into liquid as that shit worked its way through my system.The whole time I suffered, their scientists were standing over me, discussing the possibility that I might not be a success.How six other candidates didn’t make it because their bodies had rejected the solution.I remembered panicking out of my fucking mind, thinking I was about to die.I couldn’t voice my concern, as they had gagged me.I just knew I was terrified and thought I was going to die.
“Just try to remain calm, Agent Nineteen,” one of the scientists said, placing his hand on my chest like that little physical contact was going to do the fucking trick.Calming down was impossible at that point.“If you survive this process, you will become extraordinary.You will have abilities that mere humans can only dream of.That is how you can become an elite solider.Remember, you signed up for this.”
The hell I had!I shook my head and I remembered the scientist nodding.“Yes, you did.You knew we were top secret and whatever it was we were going to require of you, Agent Nineteen, you had agreed to when you walked through those doors.Our soldiers are the best in the world and we are doing the real work that truly protects our country.If you survive this process, you will be fitted with a neurochip, one of our own patented designs.It will ensure our investment in you stays intact.”
What he was saying wasn’t what I had been told.I had signed up to join a team to go do real work that was saving my country.Not to be some fucking lab rat.But there was nothing I could do about it.I just had to lay there and take it.All I knew was that I felt like I was dying and the pain was so intense, I almost wanted to, just to have it all end.At some point, I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I was covered in dirt.
Again, I panicked and started clawing my way out of the grave they had buried me in.When I was finally able to take in fresh air, I had a chance to look around at my surroundings.I didn’t know where I was, all I knew was that I was in a forest because there were trees everywhere.I was also naked as I climbed out of the grave.For a minute, I thought I was dead and maybe that was what hell looked like.I had assumed it was hell, because heaven was supposed to feel more serene.At least, that was what I’d been led to believe.
It didn’t take me long to realize I was alive and well, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I’d been buried alive.Was that the last step in the process?As I took in more of my surroundings, I realized that my grave wasn’t the only one there.Six more were in the area.I guess I was assumed to be number seven.So did that mean they thought I was a failed experiment?Let’s just say, I didn’t stick around long enough to find out.I covered the hole I dug myself out of with dirt, making sure it looked untouched.
While I had done that, I noticed that my strength and endurance had increased.I wasn’t even tired, and I should have been.I just started running in the first direction my feet took me.Eventually, I came upon a cabin a few hours later, which meant they were burying those bodies truly in the middle of nowhere.Lucky for me, the cabin was empty.I washed up and stole an outfit that was really too big for me, but something covering my naked ass was better than nothing.I raided the pantry and found some canned goods that I devoured.
I didn’t want to stay at that cabin for too long, especially since I didn’t know who it really belonged to.What if one of the scientists lived there?I had to get as far away from the area as I could.I hitchhiked several times until I found myself four states away from where I crawled out of my grave, which had apparently been in Aspen.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that I was different.That whatever those scientists had done to me with that serum, had changed my metaphysical form.I was strong as fuck, for one thing.I probably had the strength of at least fifty bodybuilders, maybe more.I never seemed to get sick, even when everyone else around me did.I didn’t feel pain for long, only a few seconds, and my skin never punctured.Although, I didn’t find out about my ability to shape change until a month later.
In order to survive, I got a job at a diner washing dishes, and made enough money to hit the road again.Eventually, I found myself in Silver City, and it seemed like the perfect place for me to put down some roots.The truth of the matter was, I was tired of traveling like some fucking fugitive.I was sure that organization wasn’t looking for me, as they thought I was dead, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling they somehow knew I had survived.It was one of the reasons I wanted to keep a low profile.
I was in Silver City a few months before I met Jordan, and well, you know the rest of that tale.I had to admit, I liked what I was doing now.Every time I saved someone, it made me feel really good inside.And often times, it made me pretty fucking horny.There was just something about the adrenaline rush I got from putting an asshole in their place that got my dick hard as fuck.Over the past few months since donning the mask, I’d come home after a night of crime fighting to fuck Jordan’s brains out, if only to release some of my pent up energy.Not that he was complaining, my little nerdy slut.
Well, I supposed I’d wasted enough time on this rooftop, time to do what I needed to do.I jumped off the five story building, landing relatively quietly on the pavement.I waited until he was done making his illegal transaction, then I advanced on him.Because of my super strength, I could run a bit faster than your average human.In no way did I have super speed, which would have been awesome, but I wasn’t slacking, either.When he saw me coming at him, he attempted to run, but only got a few paces before I caught up with him.I shoved him against the wall and he yelped in pain and fear.
“What the fuck, man?!”he cried out.
“What the fuck, indeed,” I said.“What this city doesn’t need is a piece of shit like you out here making things worse by selling that bullshit.”
“I’m just trying to make a living.It’s not like I’m forcing people to buy it.If they aren’t buying it from me, they’re going to buy it from someone else,” he replied.
Well, he was right about that… It was one of the reasons I had been sitting on that rooftop so long, contemplating whether or not I’d be wasting my time bothering with the guy.How could you save people who didn’t want to be saved?
I released him and he took that opportunity to reach into his pocket, but I grabbed his wrist, stopping him from pulling whatever was in his pocket out.
“Let me go, motherfucker!”he growled, but I ignored him and looked inside his pocket.He had his hand wrapped around the grip of a nine millimeter.
“You were going to try to shoot me?”I asked him.
“Let me go,” he snapped.
“I might have before you tried to pull this bullshit.Now, I’m not.”I squeezed his wrist, making sure to shatter his bones, and he cried out.Normally, I might have covered his mouth, but I thought it was best to send a message.Why not let the neighborhood hear his pitiful wails?I grabbed his gun, taking it for myself.He tried to punch me with his free hand, but I dodged his weak blow and kneed him in his balls.
“Ahhh shit!”he groaned as he went down to one knee.
He didn’t know what to cradle first, his broken wrist or his no doubt swollen nuts.His good hand went for his nuts, cupping them.I guess they hurt the most.I mean, I really gave those bad boys a good whack.He gagged and I moved out of his way just in time to avoid him puking his dinner on my boots.Yeah, a good, swift blow to the gonads could do that.I, of course, had no problem hitting a man where it hurts.I never understood movies where two men were fighting but they always seemed to try to avoid the nutcracker.Like going for a man’s balls was taking the fight too far?Fuck that shit, I was looking to make a statement.
“You—you son of a bitch!”the man groaned as he still held onto his balls.
“Yeah, I’m not done with your bitch ass yet,” I sneered, then stepped behind him.I slapped my hands against his ears hard enough to shatter his ear drums but not crush his skull.He screamed and fell down in the puddle of his own vomit as he rolled around in agony.I wasn’t going to kill him, but I did want to leave him something to remember me by.The gift of deafness was a nice touch.
As he rolled around, I reached into all of his pockets, taking both the money and drugs he had on him.When I heard the sound of people approaching, I took that as my cue to get the hell out of dodge.I ran down the alley until I came to a fire escape ladder.I leaped up and grabbed it, then climbed my way to the rooftop.Now that I was clear of being seen, I peeked over the edge to see who had come to the dealer’s aid.
Two men approached the dealer as he lay there crying and holding one of his ears, which was still bleeding.One of the men searched the dealer’s pockets while the other kept a lookout.Well, what could I say, this was a dog-eat-dog world.I looked down at the drugs I held, there were at least twenty small plastic packages of crystal meth.Yeah, I would be flushing that shit down the toilet, preferably after I’d taken a literal shit on top of it.
