His cellphone rings, an old friend. Not averting his eyes from the dark road, he answers. "Yeah. Just now?....On my way." He hangs up and grabs a cigarette, the flame from his lighter only illuminates his lips. This was a moment he had long been preparing for.
The man opens the trunk of his car to see his tools of destruction. A baseball bat, specially crafted gloves, Kevlar vest, Buck knife, leather trench coat, and mask. Reaches in, putting each layer of armor on. He slips his gloves on and flips a switch on the side. Sparks emit from the tazer built into his knuckles. Last he pulls the mask on, a grim sight to behold. A grimace of a shark's smile adorns the mouth in read, solid black eyes on front, dark black Mohawk protrudes from the top. Everything else is black. His weapons and gear ready, he shuts the trunk. He leans against his car for a moment to light another one up. The poison in his lungs helps focus himself on the task at hand.
He arrives at the destination the informant told about. He knows this place. A friend lives here, the informant. He stealthly makes his way to his friends window. He knocks 3 times and the curtain peels back to frightened face of a woman. "Its me, were is he?"
She opens the door for the man. He gazes across the room and see a punk laying in his own filth "Is this him?" I ask of her. She nods with tears going to her face. "Sweety, I want you to go into your room and lock the door. Nobody is coming in there unless its me." "Yes sir."
He puts his hand over the punks mouth in case he screams. The punk wakes up to see a flash of blue then unconscious. The man scans the room to see if any was disturbed by his actions. All gone to drunken dream land. Too bad he wont be staying, he's coming with me tonight.
"WAKE UP!" THWACK
"Oh look it seems that have defecated and pissed all over yourself not to mention puke."
The punk dangles from the crossbeams in am old barn. Bloody and naked. A gag in his mouth. The punk is confused to what is going on.
"Robert McDervis of County Road 6, yes I have pulling your records. Seems to me that you can't keep your hands off of women. You know something Bobby, if you don't mind I call you that, there are two things I hate most in life; vegetables and scumbags who hit women." Bobby tries to resist his restraints when the masked man gets in his face. With a stern voice, "You are definitely not green and filled with vitamins, so you must be the other."
Bobby tries to scream. "No use Bobby, that's the great part of these small towns, I have Metallica blaring outside the door, so even if you could scream, people around would think that there is a damn good party going on over here. So save your strength if you want to get out of this alive. The man walks over to his bag of tricks, pulling out a knife and bat. He throws the bat down and flips open the knife, the mask outwardly showing the inner smile. "You see this knife? It was special to me. I knew it would be her for my first time." The man twirls the knife against his fingers. "You my new friend Bobby will be her first taste of blood." Bobby starts to struggle and scream. "Oh no no no Bobby....you have the wrong idea. I am not going to kill you. I am just going to leave you a mark to commemorate our first talk."
With that he walks over to the punks body and starts to carve a giant X across his chest. Bobby grunts as the pain is fierce. The man continues, "Now everytime you look in a mirror, you will remember me. Everytime, you force yourself onto a girl, you will remember me. Our next encounter wont be as peaceful as this one."
Done with his work the man looks at the punk. "I have eyes and ears everywhere. When they ask who are you afraid of, tell them 'The Shark.' Now its time for sleep."
The Shark left the punk across down with a not saying "Be Careful Who You Trust like this women abusing rapist. Have a good day."
He felt good. Saw the sun rise, a friend by his side. He decided to get in bed himself before he had to start his shift at 11.