Kapitel 18: Trashing The Trash of Society

Apollo was truly happy when he saw the changes in the faces of the convicts. First bewilderment, then surprise and finally pure anger.

The one at the front, an enormous guy with biceps the size of Apollo's head stood from the rest by confronting Apollo with an angered shout.

"F#CKER YOU BETTER PREPARE YOUR NECK FOR THE BIG BRAD HERE AND CLEAN IT UP, I DON'T LIKE TO DIRTY MY HANDS!"

The man shouted so loud that Apollo saw a mirage of the air vibrating with which word he shouted.

Apollo crossed his arms and put one hand on his chin giving the impression that he was thinking.

At the same time, the muscular man and the other convicts managed to encircle Apollo he said with a troubled look.

The convicts started at the lips of Apollo wondering what kind of pleading would he say but when they heard Apollo's response they almost tripped on their own feet.

"Wrong!"

"WHAT THE F..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, Apollo shouted louder.

"I SAID WRONG, YOU SON OF A WOMAN WHO SLEPT WITH YOUR FATHER BUT IT WASNT YOUR MOTHER!"

"That menacing threat you just said was so cliche that made the dead remember their younger days. At least put some effort into being a bad guy, you know?"

He approached the man that called himself 'Big Brad' and clapped his shoulder in a very amiable way like they were just some old friends.

"In this prison, you have so much free time that you could put your creative side at work. Write a book or play, learn yoga or try to find anew codename as 'Big Brad' makes other people think that you either are very 'small' down there or your just a man addicted to steroids, ok?"

"..."

All of the convict's guards that were watching behind the protector glass and even 'Snow Whi..', I mean Fury that was seeing everything through the safety cameras was out of words.

One thing was that Apollo killed his way after the short exchange of words at the beginning, that was only what killers did to weaker mobs but to speak so much trash in a single breath, that was talent.

"Ub..ya..."

Big Brad was so shocked and filled with anger that he couldn't talk properly. He, with a beastly howl, punched at Apollo.

Giving his recent power-up, to Apollo Tiny Brad's punch was nothing but a smooth breeze. With a light tap on Microscopic Brad's fist and a millimeter sidestep the punch that probably could kill a normal man if it managed to hit, missed.

Apollo stepped back and with a devious grin, he said.

"So, 'Small Brad' you really want this? Size-Of-A-Needle Brad, you will regret your decision. So-Small-That-Its-Impossible-To-See-Without-A-Special-Microscope Brad, give up!"

"STOP CALLING ME SMALL, YOU INSECT MOTHERF#CKER!"

The oppressed man couldn't endure any longer he dashed towards Apollo with the expression that 'the man in front of me is my mortal enemy and I won't rest before I see him dead'.

Apollo shook his and dodged easily the enraged bull. He reached his hand the moment Pinky Brad passed right beside him and grabbed the back of his head. The sudden stop made Brad lose his focus for some seconds and some seconds in a battle could represent life or death.

Putting some strength in his grip he muttered simply and crudely.

"Bye bye SmallPenis Brad."

And the head of man known as Big Brad was smashed so rapidly that the moment Apollo closed his hand, the eyes of Brad shot out and hit one of the convicts that when noticed that the thing that hit him were eyeballs started, together with the other convicts, screaming and running for their life.