Hell Raiser

Super Bad

The White City. So. Bloody. Cold.

Everything is covered in snow and ice.

And the people are so annoying. I stand on the top of a diner and see nothing but snow. "Time to teach this town a lesson."

My coat whips around behind me as I dash from the diner into a nearby office building. People scream when the window shatters. "No need to worry everyone. My name is Hell Raiser."

A man runs for the elevator. A knife takes him in the neck before he gets within twelve feet of it. "Now, as long as you don't do anything stupid." I point to the elevator, "Then you'll be fine, and you will all see your families tonight." I point to the runner. "Except that guy." My mask slips into threatening mode, transforming into a blood red skull. People start to whimper and crawl under their desks. One man stands though, hands by his side, his black suit immaculate. "You have something to say?" I ask and slowly walk over to him.

To his credit, the man doesn't look scared at all. He's downright pissed. "What is the meaning of this." He walks from the doorway of a flashy office. "There is no money here. This is a law firm."

"Dude, chill out before you get hurt."

He steps up to me, so that we're inches from each other. "You don't scare me." I let it slide. He spits on me.

My arm moves like a bolt of electricity. As my fist connects with his face, his skull can't stand the force, and starts to cave in on itself. Time seems to slow as my fist goes through his head. First his nose breaks with an audible crunch. The his upper jaw and cheek bones implode. The sheer force of the punch acts like a splitter, as skin tears open, blood and bone and brain sprays as the back of his head explodes outwards. His body carries the momentum away and his skull flies off my now bloodied arm, crashing through the glass wall of the office and slamming into the wall, where he stayed. 

I wipe off the blood and bone on my arm with a handkerchief. I toss it away afterwards. I straighten my scarlet coat and turn to the now quiet room. I see someone filming the scene and smile. The masks smiles with me. I look right at the camera phone. "Let that be a lesson to everyone. Talk to me all you want. But don't ever spit on me." I look back at the office and walk over to the very dead man.

I look at his desk. There are no photos of him with a family. I grab his hands and scan for a wedding ring that isn't present. I walk over to the filing cabinet. It's locked. I pull out my handgun and shoot the lock. Unlocked.

I flick through the files. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. I see Solomon's name. Intriguing.

I pull it out to investigate further. Flicking through,  there's not a whole lot to see, just some minor tickets, a tax warning, an overdue mortgage payment. I nearly throw it away, but something catches my eye. The firm has been trying to call him since last fortnight. I decide to take the file with me when I leave and I walk out through the shattered glass wall and look at the man lying in a pool of his own blood. I put the file in one of my coat's interior pockets and walk back into the room. I grab the man by his broken neck and sit him on the desk. I sit on the desk to and pull out my phone.

"Say holy shit." I laugh at my own joke and take the selfie. I bring it up to look at. I turn to the dead man. "You know? You look better without a face." I laugh and push him aside. His body flops over and rolls off the desk, landing with a hefty thump.

I get up and walk back out to where all the desks are. I look around but I notice a cape flapping in the wind and I slowly look at the window I used as a door.

My neck becomes many chins as I push my head back, trying to comprehend what I'm seeing. "Did you arm wrestle with Chuck Norris? Was the bet you had to wear you underwear as overwear?" I started to laugh.

Then the person speaks. "I had too many guys wanting to know what colour my panties were."

Oh shit. I didn't realise they were a woman. I was too busy laughing and teasing. Now, not only was she super hot, with long blond hair, porcelain skin, and full, sensuous lips, she was also a woman. And I had just made fun of her in quite a derogatory way. I turn to the guy who was filming everything. "I don't like where this is going."

The woman wears a latex skin tight body suit. She turns to the other people. "Has he done anything villainous?" A few fingers point to the guy with a knife in his neck. The rest point to the office. She scans the area.

"I got a selfie with the last one," I say and post the image to social media on my Hell Raiser account. "Just posted it." I swear to god every message tone just went off. A few people look at it, and half start throwing up. I hear an unladylike grunt and turn just in time to see hero girl dash at me, her outstretched fist aimed at my face. I jump and take it in the chest instead, sent flying back through each office wall and crashing through another window, and out in to the snowy streets below. I land on a shit box car and every other alarm goes off.

I get to my feet slowly and look down at the red Prius. I spit blood on it and turn back to see a red boot flying at my face. "Not again..." Crunch.

I sail through the air, skipping over some cars and crash through a takeaway restaurant. I get up quickly and go for a saucepan and the sizzling deep fryer. With my new burning oil pot, I walk into the main ordering station. Super bitch flies at me and cops a gallon of boiling oil to the left side and she screams. I throw the pot away and bring my fist back. She looks up at me with a pained, pleading look. Her trick doesn't work. I knock her out cold.