Jerry felt another headache coming on, It had begun almost as soon as he left for the seedier parts of town. A dull thud that grew into a sharp stab. However grabbing his head and curling up into a ball wasn't going to be great for everyone's view on his sanity, so Jerry endured and kept walking. He could tell he was getting to his destination because the environment got worse, the cracks were large, trash was everywhere, and almost everyone had a mean look on their face.
As Jerry continued his search for something to do he noticed the brothel and stopped. Looking at the dingy building made him sad, he had saved one of the girls that worked there once. Some pig had wanted a "free service" and had taken her to a far alley. It was chance that he was even in the same area that she was, his usual spot before he found his dumpster had been covered in "anti-homeless spikes" which was total bull shit. She had been young, perhaps too young but Jerry didn't question, she had been through a lot. After the untimely rescue she showed him were she worked, tried to give him some money, and offered her services. Free of charge. Jerry didn't accept the money or the offer, he didn't much approve of prostitution but he also wasn't a fool. Money was hard to come by these days and people had to do what they could to get by.
As he was about to leave, Jerry noticed the door open and out came the Mistress. She was carrying a basket full of what he guessed was food. From what the girl had told him, she was a good person at heart even if she could be a little cold at times. She was pretty to, more than pretty really, beautiful would fit better. Jerry didn't look at that though, being homeless he was used to being alone and it wasn't really a life that gained companions. He had a dog for awhile but he got hit by a car and died. Watching her go, Jerry glanced back at the brothel and gave a last, sad sigh before continuing on his way.
Jerry didn't need to look much farther however as a car stopped next to a man in front of him and preceded to open fire. As Jerry sped up to the man in an effort to protect him something odd happened. It felt as if Jerry had been "pushed" towards the man, he even felt his feet leave the ground. Jerry collided with the man and enveloped his body over his, then the bullets started hitting. Jerry hadn't been shot before and it was a whole different experience than the punches and kicks he usually got. It felt as if he was being hit with dozens of hammers all at once but even worse than that was the headache he was getting. He was absorbing to much force, the bullets would hit him than just casually roll off his skin but the headache grew more and more as the bullets continued to do so.
Finally Jerry had had enough and tried something new. Instead of containing the impending blast that he new was coming, Jerry stared at the car with unbroken concentration until large dent suddenly and violently showed up on the drivers door, sending it up and over about two or three yards before hitting the ground topside up. But it wasn't enough. The force Jerry had absorbed was far too much than he had originally thought and he could feel it trying to become free.
As Jerry panicked, he ran as fast as he could to somewhere, anywhere were there wasn't people. As he ran ripples of force would throw trashcans, rocks, and anything else not heavier than a man a couple yards in random directions.