What’s wrong with me? No really, can somebody explain to me why I keep opening my big mouth!

Okay… there may still be a way to fix this!

Umm, Hello Mr. Nice Rapist Guys, possibly about to fix all my problems, would you be so kind as to carry-on with your business?

Or… not

And the worst part is that this has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a cop. I mean, even a heartless monster could see that this vile act would be unimaginably cruel. I mean, just look at him; I dislike… no, I HATE him! But for god's sake, even I think that this is wrong!

I said it was too late, but in fact, I could walk away right now if I wanted. But that just didn’t feel right.

As I stare down the three large men standing before me, I can’t help but think that I made a bad call. The leader of the gang turns towards me snarling with contempt, saying in a harsh gravelly voice, "You must have a death wish asshole!”

Oh wow… did he actually say that?

Being the Condescending ass, I am; I immediately start laughing hysterically; such a Bad guy cliché's thing to say. His surprised response at my outburst was most amusing.

“Something funny?” he asked in a questionable manner. I think he’s somewhere between totally lost and next-level pissed. Finally calmed, I respond in a deadpan voice "Sorry I don’t think you have the brain cells to get the joke."

Okay, I don’t think he’s lost anymore.

Good, he’s getting worked up and tense as his breathing quickens and a vein in the middle of his forehead starts to pound. The taunt worked and he and his goons turn away from their prey to square off against me.

Hmm, we’re roughly the same height… only, they have extremely thick muscles with heavy meaty hands to match; this should be fun. The ugly guy… No, I’m sorry the ugliest guy, I’m assuming the leader; I’m going to go ahead and call him veiny (I mean really that 'thing' is huge!!!). Anyway, he assumed mid position, allowing his two goons to flank me on each side.

As veiny walks up to me he says, "Alright asshole get ready for a beating.” Poor guy it’s probably hard being that dumb. He rushes up to me and throws a punch for my jaw. Anticipating the hit, I dodge and threw a punch of my own hitting him in the ribs. I feel the bones brace as I make contact.

Lefty comes straight at me with a powerhouse grab, successfully lifting me off the ground. With both legs up in the air, his arms around me making a 360 to my back he’s racing with me towards the other side of the room for a body slam. His grip was tight and his push was strong, but I managed to do break his speed just in time to stomp firm both feet and drove my hands around his neck for an inverted headlock. After a successful five second strangling, I had just enough time to spin and knock him out cold with a head blow.

Oh shit, where'd this crowd come from?

I hadn’t noticed till now, but there are quite a few guys here cheering us on like a damn bullfight.

I see the kid on the ground, watching like the rest; only his expression is that more of surprise rather than excitement.

“Get him…” shouts veiny to righty. He comes at me and does even more poorly than the first. With absolutely no coordination and training, these shitheads are just all muscle, no action. I dodge his attempts left and right, and then gave him one shot in the nose, breaking it.

Ahh… Asshole! I didn’t see him coming…

Veiny grabs me from behind whilst I was distracted. I reach for him from my left and he grabs my face and finally manages to land a punch, knocking me a few inches back.

My beautiful face…

Maybe I’ve become too complacent? I rise up with a boiling seriosity and head straight for him. Fist to fist; we're sparring. He strikes at my face once more and I dodged, grab his left hand pulling him forward to meet my fist. He stumbles back, and I don’t let up. Again I go at him, landing a few punches in his stomach as he attempts, but fails to block everyone.

“That’s enough!”

The room goes quiet instantly! The crown thins and they all walk away like a deadbeat Dad from the 21st Century trying to disown his kid.

“What’s going on here?”

The guards, all strapped in their armor taser-ing glory, stare me like a piece of meat. “I said…”

“Now why are you gonna come and interrupt the match?” A voice calls out from a faint location. “We were just having some fun?” Out stepped a man from the shadows of the extended bathroom creases.

“The Guard looks at us across the room; Alex, left and Righty, I and Mr. Vein. He sneers before responding to the guy. Their manner of conversation implied that he had either been here a while or has earned some level of respect from authorities.

“This was all for fun…” He asked suspiciously.

The man steps even closer, revealing his very stout yet clean posture. He’s caucasian with a head full of black and greys, clearly in his 50s. “Officer, we were just having a little welcome party for the newbies. You know how it is in here.”

The three guards once again starred me down, in particular, considering; I am the only one standing I assume. Putting their weapons away they gave a stern warning, “Keep it down in here.”

“Will do…” The man continued. Walking straight up to me, he wasted no time to state his claims, “You got balls kid… but you're going to get yourself killed.”

Not realizing just how hard that asshole had punched me before, I spit blood before turning to him and answering.

“Is that so?

“Yeah, that’s so,” he continued.“And now… you owe me.”

I do what now?

Not yet sure how to respond, he walks away before I get the chance to. I pulled myself together and made my way over to the kid. I slightly kneeled before him to take a closer look.

“Hmm, only a bloody nose; you should be fine.”

To my not-so-surprise, he stands up, gives no response and walks away.

Ungrateful shit….

“You could say thanks, you ungrateful brat.”

Shit… did I say that out loud…?

He washed his face, got on his T-shirt and slippers then went to the bathroom door. He paused, for what I hoped would be a moment of retrospection. He turns to say before leaving, “Thank you.”

I'm slightly relieved... I didn't just do all that work and put myself on the radar for nothing. At least, I've sort of earned his trust.

“Because now…” He continued. “I’m everybody's bitch!”