the hero

Beccy continued to look out of the window, in its reflection she could see the man staring at her, all she could smell was his stench and wanted to be anywhere else, she went to get up again but rough hand grabbed her wrist his a gruff he growled

"Da fuck are you going, ya little cow, your staying right here with me so that I can have some fun, Aye look at you ya wee skank, you think you can sit with yer tits handing oot and that wee short skirt, geese a look what's under there"

Beccy was beginning to shake, she felt his hand touch the top of her stockings and move up onto her pale white skin, he reached his hand up and she recoiled at his touch. Drool fell from his lips and landed on her flesh and she felt helpless.

A rustling noise caught her attention she looked forward, facing her was a well dressed older man reading a newspaper, the drunk also seen him and growled

"Get ta fuck cunt, I'm busy with the wee lassy"

The man put the newspaper down and Beccy saw him for the first time, he was over six foot tall, broad shouldered wearing a expensive black suit, white shirt and tie, his black hair was neatly combed to the side, his face was handsome but it was his steely grey eyes that Beccy found captivating, for a second she forgot her predicament and had to stop herself from staring at him.

"No, I'm quite happy sitting here" said the man, his accent was English and each syllable was clear and portrayed authority it was in contrast to the noises made by the drunkard.

The drunk man got to his feet and with his left hand grabbed the lapels of the expensive suit,

"I told you ta fuck of ya cunnnn"

In a fluid movement the man in the suit took a hold of the drunkards left hand and with no apparent effort, turned it releasing its grip of his clothing. Beccy heard an sickening pop, then the drunkard yelped in pain, the well dressed man got to his feet still holding the others wrist.

"I just dislocated your pinkie, it should be an easy fix, however I now want you to go to the other side of the train and leave the young woman alone, with that he released the other mans hand.

Beccy could see **** in the Drunkards eyes and watched as he threw his right hand at the other mans head.

The well dressed mans movement was slight but deliberate, the blow flew past his head and hit a metal hand rail behind him with an loud crack, Beccy could see blood running down the big mans right hand and he was bent double.

The train was arriving at its first stop and the handsome man grabbed the other by the scruff of his neck, the doors opened and the drunkard was thrown onto the platform, Beccy could see him rage and howl outside but he knew he was beat, the doors closed and the handsome man returned to his seat, he looked down at her and asked

"Are you alright"

Beccy nodded, with that the stranger picked up his newspaper and began to read.