Father Figure

His dad lay lifeless on the ground as the rain continued. It didn’t feel cleansing for Chad, quite the opposite.

The neon lights crisscrossed across his father’s upper body. Chad had only seen him in his super suit a handful of times. His father looked so peaceful lying there. None of the anxiety or stress on his face anymore.

“Too bad.”His father’s murderer mocked him.

The man laughing over his shoulder looked like a villain. Chad could make out a five o’clock shadow and thin lips. His angular face made him look like a snake. Chad expected him to wear snakeskin to complete the look, but a simple black henley and jeans completed the outfit.

“Old man got in my way,” he said, smoking a cigarette.

Chad stood, his back rigid and his temper stoked.

The murderer sneered. “What are you going to do, kid?”

Chad shook his head. “He didn’t want me to be like him.” He rocked his head, cracking his neck.

“Smart.”

Chad nodded, “He was worried what I would do.” He knew he would enjoy pummeling this excretion of a human. His knuckles yearned to make contact with flesh.

But he knew his father wouldn’t want that.

In the blink of an eye, Chad grabbed the man’s collar and took him to the ground, his forearm pressing on the man’s throat.

“Do you know what you created?” Chad asked.

The snake-like-faced man tried to wiggle free, but Chad pressed harder. He could snap his neck. It would satisfy his desire to destroy, and he would get a criminal off the streets for good.

Instead, he fought every fiber of his being and called the police to come pick up this scumbag.