In a dark alley somewhere hidden in New York City, a disastrous scene was taking place. Two men, clothed in zip-up puffy vests, torn pants, and ragged boots stood over a defenseless woman. The woman was in similar clothing, torn and dirtied. Tears streaked down her browned face, and her eyes were wide in fear. It was obvious what these two men were going to do to her. A sad truth about this falsely-glamorous city, and something that happened every single day. It just couldn't be resisted. Especially for the weak young women that suffers from homelessness and disease...
"Hey bitch. I ain't pay you fo' nothing. Get on 'da ground!"
"P-Please...PLEASE! I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR MONEY BAC-"
"No. Ge' on yo' knees and do what Grubbs said."
"Please...some-one help me..."
"No one's gonna' help you, who-"
Earlier that day...
"Here's your pay...Jack."
Beast observed the pudgy, greedy little man sitting behind his rich-looking mahogany desk. Despicable. The owner of a well-known bar, and a known haggler and scammer. He didn't put it past the man to take away a few of his the notes in his check for absolutely no reason other then greed. Growling low in his throat, the giant of a man reached out a hand larger then the pudgy boss's head and snatched away the enveloped money. It was reasonably light; obviously some of his money was taken away. Beast felt the veins bulge in his fore-head and neck. This man took more of his money. He should be smashed! Yet...he needed this job. Without it he would have no money. Calm your anger. Calm...
He breathed out a grunt of tensions and turned on his bare heel, making sure that his body was bent so that he wouldn't smack his head against the ceiling. This damned office, and it's damned low walls! Why did the pudgy man insist on getting low ceilings? What was so attractive about that? Beast felt his temper flare immediately. He needed to get out of here. Without so much as a word of thanks to the pudgy scammer, Beast threw open the door and prepared to crouch and wiggle through the, to him, small opening.
""Nuh-uh-uh. Where's my than-"
Beast roared and ripped off the puny 7ft wooden door his boss decided to buy. The wood felt weak in his hands, but he didn't care. His death-grip gouged trench marks into the wood, but once again, he did not care. Turning around and roaring at the terrified midget sitting behind the desk, Beast stepped forward before tossing the door casually above the man's head. Well...toss is a little weak-sounding. Actually, he brought the door above his head and proceeded to chunk it above the man's head, causing it to crash through the wooden wall that made-up the office room. The whole wall behind the man collapsed, spilling stone and wood down the side of the sky-skrap into the side-walk behind the building.
"WHA-...WHAT THE FUCK, JACQUEN?"
The terrified man began squabbling away from the ragged hole. You see, this office was located in a massive building that rose high into the air. It was a part of a whole link of office buildings. It was on the fourth floor, and approximately...a few hundred feet above ground level. So, a fall from this height would kill a normal man. Too bad Beast wasn't a normal man. Shoving the pudgy man out of the way, the massive 'human' leaped from the skyscraper's fourth office. Wind rushed through his hair, but only briefly. Men and women stared up at the 'flying', shirtless Beast, but he ignored them as he tried to pinpoint an exact landing location while also dealing with the rage that kept bubbling. He didn't know why he couldn't shake it off like normal.
However, his thoughts came to a stand still when he landed feet-first in some alley. More specifically, on someone's back...
"What the hell? Grubbs? Grubbs, are you okay?!" the thug asked his leader, momentarily forgetting about the giant, hulking figure that was crouching on said leader's back. The Leader could only groan in pain, blood flowing through his open mouth before his breathing calmed and he went into dreamland.
The thug scowled and brandished his bat, staring at the large form of Beast with unafraid eyes. "Okay, look you adult-sized sack o' shi-"
Wordlessly, Beast grabbed the thug by the scruff of his collor, lifting him up in the process. As the criminal gagged and choked on his own saliva, eyes bulged in fear, Beast continued to stare. His eyes weren't on the thug, however. He was focused on the scrawny lady huddled in the corner, crying her eyes out. He saw the slap mark on her dirty cheek...and it all made sense. He wasn't naive. He knew what was going on here. Especially when he saw the semi-unzipped pants of the thug being held mid-air.
Beast turned calm eyes towards the thug he still held by the neck. His gaze was focused and passive.
The criminal gulped, and the leader under Beast's feet groaned, somehow still alive.
This was the calm before the storm.