William Jr Hale, but known to anyone and everyone as Hale William Jr, looked outside his broken window over towards the restaurant he frequented. Morris was serving hot dogs to the customers. He waved at Hale calling him over to come and have some. Morris was a distant relative who owed some money to Hale's parents. He had assumed that feeding Hale hot dogs would cover the debt. Hale waved at him and walked towards the restaurant climbing down the stairs where the lights were creaking. Someone should fix it, he thought. Hello, he greeted Morrison never addressing him by uncle or Mr. He just kept it a simple hello when ever he saw him. It was not that he did respect him, that is how he was as a person. Here Hale, said the man and handed the hot dog over to him. What time is your practice? asked Morris. In the evening, replied Hale who himself towered over everyone he met. He was built like a war plane too. No one messed with him. Only Franco? The neighbourhood dog. Here Franco, said Hale as the dog came forward in the crowded street where people mostly minded their business. Here buddy! he said as he fed the dog with some of the hotdog. 

Bang! There was a loud noise in the corner if the street. It was not all that uncommon for shootings at Hackson heights. But during this time of the day, it was a fairr set it uncommon sight. He saw blood clad people running with their hands on their hands. Hale dropped the hotdog and ran to see what it was. He ran towards the noise of the gun without any fear. He was born with immense strength and power. There, there! they said to him. 

He ran even faster. His hands became like a brick. Fierce and strong he became as he neared the gun men. They laughed at him. Their eyes spoke of red terror.

The Serum, he uttered. They came at him with bullets flinging towards his chest and head. He blocked them with his hands. More gunmen reached the scene in their Ford Model -T. They took their guns out and shot at him. He blocked the bullets and walked ahead. Fucking Alcorp, he shouted and thrashed the wits out of everyone. Their heads hung dry like a cloth on a rope. He picked up one head and tried to attach it to its body. 

The gunmen were even more scared and shot at him. Some even got in their cars and left. Hale took the body of the severed head and threw it into the car. The car jammed into the local liquor store. Hale took a gun himself and shot at the liquor store. It was in flames. The rest of them ran scared for their life. He laughed and walked back to the liquor store.