The Great Bear

“HELP!  HELP ME!” came a cry from down the alley.

A man in a black ski mask ran out from the alley.  He turned the corner to run down Broad St. but ran right into what seemed like a giant wall.  The man looked up to at what knocked him down, seeing the figure of a giant man, silhouetted by the sun.  The giant man leaned down to be face to face with the man in the mask.

            His short black beard covered his jaw from ear to ear, and shades covered his dark brown eyes.  His muscular body fit perfectly in the red and black spandex suit.  A giant symbol with a crimson GB etched into it, stretched across both his ribs.  His hands open, but also giant like he was, could crush a small watermelon with their grip.

            He leaned in closer, the giant man’s nose almost touching the ski mask.  The masked man’s lips quivered, frightened by the humongous beast in front of him.  The giant man stood upright, once again being silhouetted by the sun.

“May I please have the purse?” the giant asked, so politely it stunned the masked man. 

However, the masked man got himself back together, and he pulled out a pistol and shot the giant in the shoulder.

            The gunshot startled the crowd that had gathered around to see the giant and the masked man.  Many were surprised to still see the giant standing there, including the man in the mask.  With a bullet in his shoulder, the giant stared down at the masked man.  His bushy eyebrows tightened and broke the shades that covered his eyes, which now shown a bright red, almost as if filled with the blood coming from the gunshot wound.

            The masked man just sat there, mouth wide open in astonishment.  With inhuman speed, the giant grabbed the pistol from the masked man, and then he crushed it in his hand.  With his other hand, which now was clenched in a fist, he swung at the masked man, hitting him square in the chest, sending him back over twenty feet.  The purse flew out from his hands, and his brew escaped from his lungs as he soared through the air.  As the masked man landed hard on the ground, the giant let out a roar and jumped across the distance the masked man just flew.  Through the air the giant grabbed the purse, and slammed into the ground.  He brought his fist into the air and brought it down with such force that his blow created a mini-crater right there on Broad St.  The masked man’s body was obliterated under the force that the giant punched him with.

            Calmness finally settled around the mini-crater.  The giant man climbed out of the crater and back onto the street.  The giant turned back to look upon the scene.

“Um, can I have my purse?” asked a young woman, as she tapped on the giant’s shoulder. 

The giant turned looked at the woman, tears streaming down his face.  It took a moment for the giant to gather himself, and then he handed over the woman’s purse. 

“Thank you very much.  Who are you?” she asked, hugging the giant who was soft to the touch. 

“They call me, The Great Bear,” he said, and he flew off away from Broad St, his tears glistening in the sunset.