Now, just a few doors downs in a nightclub, minutes earlier, Norman Pierce age 24, a tall, burly, off duty locksmith went to pay his tab at the bar. However, he himself was quite broke and when he realized he did not have enough cash to cover the bill he tried to sneak some money out of the tip jar. Though Norman tried to be stealthy in his thievery he was caught by the enraged bartender, who was much larger in stature than he. The angered man came out from behind the bar cursing obscenities as he grabbed Norman, tossing him out the back door into the alley.
Norman tried to apologize to the bartender, but it was too late, he banned our poor Norman from the bar for life. Now this motion caused the three men who were attacking Xavier to become nervous having a wittiness so the one in charge yelled at the tall bald stranger. "Mind your own business you fucking skinhead!"
Now this caught Norman's attention most of all, for he could care less who they were attacking, but he himself did not like being called a 'skinhead', for he only shaved his head as he was struck with male pattern baldness, so he took offense. Also, Norman Pierce hated being told what to do, and he loved to get into fights. So he said "Right then, out with the trash." in a flash enraged, anti-social, Norman sprang over to the one in front of the black haired young man, who was being punched in the stomach. Norman reached out with his massive hands grabbing the bastard that had spoken to him so rudely, tossing him through the air, as if he were a rag doll. Xavier's attacker went crashing into the trash cans and piles of garbage. Both men let loose of Xavier who collapsed to the ground trying to breathe in much pain and distress, but relieved. He watched as the tall broad shouldered, burly, bald fellow ran towards his attackers, then he jumped up kicking one of them hard in the stomach, the injured man fell to the ground a sharp pain in his spleen, all the air knocked from his lungs. Norman gave a dour look to the last man standing, who tried to defend himself but it was too late. In a flash Norman balled up his right hand as he punched the unfortunate man on the left side of his skull next to his eye. A loud crack echoed through his head as the occipital bone snapped in half, the pain of which was horrific. The former attacker now needed a physician post haste or he would loose his eye; which bulged out from it's socket as Norman laughed.
"Help me up." Xavier asked in a heated exhaustion trying to breathe.
Norman noticed him and focused his attention on the young man who was doubled over in great pain trying to stand. Now Norman hesitated. He had one of two choices to make. He did not know this hapless stranger so he could have just walked away leaving him there in the dirty alley, in the darkness. Or, he could stop and render aid. "You all right mate?" Norman said as he went over extending out his hand to the bloodied, bruised and beaten young man.
Norman tried to apologize to the bartender, but it was too late, he banned our poor Norman from the bar for life. Now this motion caused the three men who were attacking Xavier to become nervous having a wittiness so the one in charge yelled at the tall bald stranger. "Mind your own business you fucking skinhead!"
Now this caught Norman's attention most of all, for he could care less who they were attacking, but he himself did not like being called a 'skinhead', for he only shaved his head as he was struck with male pattern baldness, so he took offense. Also, Norman Pierce hated being told what to do, and he loved to get into fights. So he said "Right then, out with the trash." in a flash enraged, anti-social, Norman sprang over to the one in front of the black haired young man, who was being punched in the stomach. Norman reached out with his massive hands grabbing the bastard that had spoken to him so rudely, tossing him through the air, as if he were a rag doll. Xavier's attacker went crashing into the trash cans and piles of garbage. Both men let loose of Xavier who collapsed to the ground trying to breathe in much pain and distress, but relieved. He watched as the tall broad shouldered, burly, bald fellow ran towards his attackers, then he jumped up kicking one of them hard in the stomach, the injured man fell to the ground a sharp pain in his spleen, all the air knocked from his lungs. Norman gave a dour look to the last man standing, who tried to defend himself but it was too late. In a flash Norman balled up his right hand as he punched the unfortunate man on the left side of his skull next to his eye. A loud crack echoed through his head as the occipital bone snapped in half, the pain of which was horrific. The former attacker now needed a physician post haste or he would loose his eye; which bulged out from it's socket as Norman laughed.
"Help me up." Xavier asked in a heated exhaustion trying to breathe.
Norman noticed him and focused his attention on the young man who was doubled over in great pain trying to stand. Now Norman hesitated. He had one of two choices to make. He did not know this hapless stranger so he could have just walked away leaving him there in the dirty alley, in the darkness. Or, he could stop and render aid. "You all right mate?" Norman said as he went over extending out his hand to the bloodied, bruised and beaten young man.
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