Zabia (1)

THUD. The bobsled collapsed, but not how you may think. As we tumbled at a high speed, an light object hit the sled and... splat. Me and Randy landed on a pavement covered in blood. "Charlie, are you alright?!" He yelled in panic. "Yes, who did this!" Charlie Exclaimed. "Come our punk!"

A muscular figure emerged from the bushes. "Ha ha ha, my machine works!" A Scottish voice yelled. I started moving at a rapid pace towards the figure, sheltered by the shadow of the moon. I got close enough to see him, he was ripped. Tank top and cargo trousers. "Hey punk, I don't appreciate you using your machine thing on us, may you stop?" Charlie pleaded. "The fuck did you say to me" he said in an unkind manor. I was getting frustrated. "Listen here cunt. Your being such a-" POW! He zapped me again! I flew up in the air and landed on the pavement.

"Okay, that's it" Randy said. He started marching up to the kid. "What's your name son?" He asked. "Michael, why'd you ask?" Michael replied. "Well listen here, Michael. You've messed with the wrong zabia user" he yelled. I wondered what that was, well, I was about to whiteness the most breath taken thing I've ever seen.