Threaten Him (Daredevil Personality Route)

Tired of listening to this fool, I got up in all my 5 foot 3 glory and squared up with him, "Leave her alone," I said, balling my hands into fists and fixing him with my best glare. "I won't ask again."

Of course, he wasn't intimidated--they rarely were--I was a little girl facing off against a guy 2 heads taller than me and triple my weight. "Or what?" he chuckled, exposing his half rotten yellow teeth. "Or fucking what?!" he repeated menacingly.

I smiled ominously. "Or I'll make you eat your disgusting teeth and shit blood for a weeks."

Having his pride bruised in front of a crowd like that caused the man to fly into a rage. "No, you'll eat my cock and shit, uh...my cum, bitch!" he shouted quite lamely, extending an arm to grab me.

Dodging it was somewhat easy. Unlike me, the homeless man wasn't born out of a test tube, wasn't experimented by the gaggle of mad scientists that worked for my real, biological mother, and, thus lacked the biological enhancements that I possessed.

A look of shock overtook his face a moment before my fist slammed into his liver.

The fat man folded over and grabbed one of the metal poles to steady himself, groaning with pain and breathing hard, tears were beginning to trickle down.

"Yeah! Kick his ass, sis!" cheered Becka from the sidelines, like some football fan cheering her favorite player.

But I wasn't done.

"No no no, wait! Wait!" he cried with fear when he saw me dashing towards him for round two.

Using my elbow, I struck him again in the same spot. Even though his hand was covering it, he still felt the blow. Next, I used my knee to give him a savage kick to his ballsack. That one did the trick, and the homeless man went down.

"Stop, please stop! I'm sorry!" he cried pitifully, his bravado gone.

"I don't want to see you ever again. Understand?"

Of course, the guy promised me he understood.

"Damn, remind me not to get on your bad side, Luci," Becka joked, "But, in all seriousness, you have to teach me how to do that one of these days."

"I would if I could, but I'm a natural, pure instinct." I told her vaguely. Becka didn't know about my past, only mom knew most of the details.

The rest of the ride was awkward. We still had several stops to go, and people kept staring at us and recording with their phones, because of course people would record. They wouldn't help, but they'd record you for the whole world to see. One guy even came up to me after and asked if I was a superhero, tried to get my autograph.