Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 51 - David and Goliath

Vivian's POV:

It's coming... It's coming... Protect yourself, Vivian!

With new profound strength, I manage to raise my arms and cross them in front of my face to block the blow coming. I mentally prepare myself for the abuse I'm about to endure. Force myself to believe that this is what it's going to be like from now on. No matter what I do, I can't escape these monsters.

With my eyes glued shut to a point it hurts, my frail arms dangle in the air as my hands flesh out to shield as much as it's able to. Chains clatter together on one end, a punishing noise I've come to despise. My heart pounds violently in my chest as I await the attack to come.

Except it never does.

Without warning, a brawling commotion breaks out before me. The fear that has sunk to the pit of my stomach refused to diminish and I cannot bring myself to take a peak.

Something hit someone, but that someone wasn't me.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" a voice thunders, causing my already rapid heart to beat ten folds more.

They're arguing, no fighting, both? 

How many are there? 

The sound of chains hitting the floor is inescapable. My pulse can be felt throbbing in my ears, accompanied by high pitch ringing making it impossible to- Someone's gasping for air! Oh, wait it's just me.

Deciding to shove my fear up my rear, my arms slowing drop on their own accord as my eyes peel open. Only to reveal the one person I was least expecting, yet secretly hoping as strange as it may be, to come to my rescue in the nick of time.

"Steven," I breathe out barely above a whisper.

I take a moment to grasp the sight before me along with trying to steady my heaving chest. Steven, the concrete of a man, has Michael, the steroid pumping jackass, in a headlock!

As build as Steven is, Michael is five times his size. So to see this battle between David and Goliath take place is quite something. Okay, maybe it's more along the lines of a battle between the Wolverine and Hulk. But the imagery is perplexing either way.

Not that it lasts long. Michael twists his body while grabbing onto Steven's head and shirt. "I could ask you the same thing!" he sneers as he lifts Steven over his body and slams him to the ground. A heavy gasp escapes my mouth at the sudden action.

A painful grunt makes it's way to my ears and my eyes widen. With worry and panic etched in my brain, my arms instinctively shoot out as if to craddle Steven in them.

Hold up a sec. You want to what?... Go bother someone else, Jess. 

My attention shifts from Steven's pained figure to Michael's hatred filled eyes. Michael stands towering above Steven, heaving like a madman. Not knowing how to respond to what's currently taking place, I sit frozen in place. Mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

"You know the fucking rules!" Steven grunts as he picks himself from the floor.

After a few deep breaths of air, he gives his body a good shake and a quick stretch here and there. The pain he once had now gone as if never having been there in the first place. He then broadens his shoulders as if to intimidate hulk over there.

"And I happen not to give a fuck right now." hulk- Michael replies as he looks me square in the face.

I stare back, afraid to break eye contact. Heaven alone knows how he'd react if I do so and I don't need things to get any worse than they already are.