The Adventures of Strengthman and Speedman I: The Story Begins

Chapter 3

     The duo were perched on top of a very large apartment building, about 7 floors high, ready for any sign of danger. While Outskirts City was dangerous, it wasn't as bad as certain other cities, so they had gone several nights without action. They both wore all black; black shoes, black pants, black long sleeve shirts, black gloves, even black sweatbands with eyeholes carved out to use as masks, everything was blacker than the night itself to hide themselves from anything and everything, and to look gothic as fuck because all superheroes have some shitty ads gimmick. Only their tan skin could be seen, along with Sam's brown hair, which was growing out, thus getting it's natural color back. As they rest there, squatted and ready for action, they remain silent as a preditor, sneaking up on its pray, or a horny drunk dude at a bar staring at a hot chick's breasts from afar. They wore hands free ear phones, similar to what businessmen wear, that were connected to police scanners, to try to help them hear any cries for help.

     The duo bought a pistol, ammunition, a gun hostler, and a gun safe, which they kept in the living room. Sam wasn't very happy about it, he wasn't very keen on the idea of carrying a deadly weapon at home. Jacob insisted that they buy one though, so they purchased one at a local gun shop through a friend whom already had his permit. Jacob refused to fight crime until he bought one and carried it with him, so Sam did what he could to get one as soon as he could. Strengthman now carries it in its hostler, out of sight from any villians who may be too violent to defeat with brute Strength.

     The two just looked out along the streets like owls when they heard a shriek of fear. "HELP! HELP! THEY'RE GOING TO RAPE ME! HELP!" The brothers looked at one another, before Speedman lept onto Strengthman's back. Strengthman lept from the building and landed with a crash on the cement sidewalk, his powerful legs absorbing the blow and leaving a creator in the ground. Speedman lept off as Strengthman sprinted toward the action, and he motioned for his partner to go on while he caught up. Speedman, in the blink of an eye, dashed a block away, scanned the scenery, listening for another cry. Once he heard the frightened woman cry out again, he ran towards it like a bullet, and found himself in an ally with three thugs and a young, pretty lady in a tight red dress. They always have to wear right red dresses, am I right?

     The lady, a blonde with big, red lips, long, red nails, a nice ass, and a decent sized bust, had a look of fear on her young twenty-one year old face, while the thugs, in raggy layers of clothes and old, five o'clock shadow faces smirked at the pretty woman. "Oh, come on, babe. You'll love what we have in store for you!" retorted one, light skinned thug with a beanie on his head and yellow, fucked up chompers for teeth. A darker skinned man with a bandana on his bald head closed in on the young woman, forcing her back against the alley wall. "You won't feel a thing, and if you do, it'll feel real good!" The bandana thug streched out the word 'really' in a very sexual way. The lady, with some fight left in her, looked at the ground and spit out, "I said no!" "Ha!" Scoffed the beanie thug. "Not dressed like that, you weren't!"

     "Yeah, not dressed like that, you weren't!" The third thug, a tall, slightly built brute-of-a-meathead, parroted an obviously smarter campanion. The beanie thug glaced at the brute with an expression that seemed to say 'Shut up, you dumbass.' Once he returned his attention to the lady in front of him, he mumbled out, "Just, relax..." as he buried his face in the woman's neck. Speedman then stepped into the light, and spoke roughly, like a man not to be fucked with. "She said no." The trio of assholes turned around, and scoffed at their challenger. "Yeah?" Replied the beanie thug. "Who will stop us? The Dark Dickhole over here?" The trio laughed, and once again, the big man parroted, "Yeah, dickhole!"

     Speedman stared at them, until they turned back towards the young girl. "I said no." Speedman put stress on the 'I', as if they would listen to him now that they knew he was the one who demanded it. The bandana thug stepped up toward the hero, saying "Who the hell do you think you are? There is three of us, and unless you can't count, there is only one scrawny punk of you. So move along before you piss us off." When Beanie Thug went in for a third time, Speedman zipped toward him and punched him square in the jaw. Standing on the other side of the alley now, away from the curb he emerged from, the trio stared in shock at him, obviously surprised at this lightning fast attack. It wouldn't take long before all three of the bullies decided to rush him.

     Speedman dashed past them, and waved from only a few feet away, just to piss off the rapists. They lunged for our hero yet again, only for Speedman to slip by once more. The three thugs got really angry as Speedman shouted "Olé!" in amusement, and a fuming train of thugs chased him down once more. Speedman was quick to drop his base level and uppercut the goon with the bandana, before sweeping his feet under the large goon and punching the bandana goon right in his gut. Speedman would once again attack as the big goon, now back to his feet, let out a yell and raced toward the hero, to which Speedman kicked him right in the sandbags. Speedman dashed a few yards behind him, then sprinted forward, lept high in the air, and connected with a Superman Punch that brought that meathead goon down to size. The bandana thug set up his fists, ready to square off again. Speedman let out a chuckle and flurried the poor man's face with lightning fast left and right hooks, and when he stopped, the thug hit he ground with a thud.

     The beanie thug, who now held a pipe which he must have pulled out his loose ass, snuck behind the now overconfident hero, and the red woman shrieked as the pipe was raised high over the tip of the beanie hat, ready to come down on the skull of the superhuman savior. Speedman turned to see the horrors behind him, and just as he began to cringe in fear, a dark gloved fist hit that thug in his gut which such force, he threw up blood on impact. Speedman saw that his ally, Strengthman, had finally arrived, and he was overjoyed as Strengthman lifted the thug and tossed him aroung like a rag doll. After having his own fun, Strengthman would pick up the pipe, only to bring it across the thug's thick skull, careful not to hit him too hard and kill him. He bled, but still got back to his feet for one more round. Strenthman swung the pipe as if it was a baseball bat, and it collided with the thug's chin, knocking him out colder than ice and probably breaking a few bones in his nasty looking cleft chin.

     The woman looked both frightened and overjoyed when her saviors finally turned toward her. Strengthman put his hands on his hips and told her, "You are safe now, m'lady!" Strengthman and Speedman then crossed their arms and held their chins high, as though posing for a badass superhero magazine. The woman looked at the two men for a moment or so, eyes darting back and forth between them and the fallen thugs, before asking "Who are you?"

     "I'm Strengthman!"

     "And I'm Speedman!"

     "And we are here to clean the streets of Outskirts City!"

     The woman looked dumbfounded at the heroes until they ran off into the night, and it would be soon after she came to her senses that she finally decided to call the police to report the crime, as well as praise her heros and change her panties.