Abnormal Norman 4: Team-up from the Dump

 

Abnormal Norman 4: Team-up from the Dump

 

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7:11 Split Segment

Be Norman

>Gah, my ass.

>Fell from the window, now three guys are looking at me

>"The hell are you supposed to be?"

>"I...I'm the bane of your existance, and you guys are going down"

>Shit, that was terrible...or was it? Eitherway you cringe

>Comicbook heroes make it way too easy to make a quip

>"Is this asshole serious?!"

>"Boy, are you high or something?"

>Spaghetti is inflating your pockets, but you won't let it leak out.

>Fighting stance, monkey style

>"Let's finish this quickly. I have a date with your sister"

>There we go, that was a good insult, but a bit generic

>Oh shit the dude's eyes are bulging out in anger

>"YOU'RE DEAD ASSHOLE"

>|FALCON PUNCH|

>Thug bounced from the power of the ring flowing through your arm

>The man was no match for the speed of your fist.

>Oh wow, that felt easy. Now for these two blokes

>"Oh HELL no, bitch!" The robber said as he took his pistol out

>The thug rapidly shoots 3 shots. Two of those hit you where you stand

>"GRAAAAH"

>HOLY SHIT THAT HURT

>Looking at your stomach. It's turning red. Your leg bleeds but it's nothing compared to a bullet to the intestine

>"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME HERE AND KICK OUR ASSES FOOL?"

>The two remaining thugs took their bats and proceeded to hit you with all their might

>"YOU'RE IN FOR A WORLD OF PAIN MOTHER FUCKER"

>As the bats hit your bones, you yell like a dog . The ring doubles your strength, but not your ability to withstand pain

>So... this is it huh. This is how you die

>You begin to lose focus, bats hitting your elbows, ribs and helmet

>Suddenly a faint voice from the distance

>"You mess with him, you mess with me!"

>You use up all your strength to lift your head up to look who it was

>A man in a grey jacket wearing football gear

>And he's wearing his underwear over his pants

>"What the fuck?"

 

7:11 Split Segment

Be Lyra

>Hide  by the wall next to the dumpster

>You can hear the hobo in the catsuit telling the thugs about being the bane of their resistance

>It's happening. Blood will be spilled, but you could care less about the masked man

>You do a roll and sneak by the store door.

>Tapping lightly, you got your scared mother's attention, who was hiding behind the aisle of junkfood

>Mother is in tears.Understandable due to a traumatic incident she had when she was a child

>She's petrified by fear, and you couldn't coax her to come out.

>|FALCON PUNCH|

>There goes the first punch, now goes the pistol

>BANG!BANG!BANG! went the piece

>Why the hell aren't there any police around here?

>They're beating the man up without remorse

>Third guy still holding his stomach in pain

>Oh god, you don't know what to do. You sweat in fear

>Try to use time stopping powers. Can't. Your mind can only handle so much in one day

>Suddenly a shadow glides through the door

>A man in football gear proudly walks in the store

>Thugs stops beating the hobo up in confusion of the new challenger

>...is he wearing his underwear out?

 

7:11 Split Segment

Be Brad

>Holy shit the ninja went through the window

>You're hiding besides the dumpster, spectating from a window

>Ninja speaks something about the Bane of their assistance

>waitaminuite, you recognize the voice

>IT'S NORMAN

>HOLY CRAP IT'S HIS FIRST GIG AS A SUPERHERO!

|FALCON PUNCH|

>You watch gleefully as you spectate on your best bro take out one of the thugs

>But wait, the other guy brought a gun

>Three bangs, two went in

>Shit, Norman's down

>What do, what do, what do?!?

>Thought to self "your brother needs your help! GO BE HIS PARTNER IN CRIME FIGHTING"

>BRADICAL IDEA

>You take your football gear out of your bag

>Helmet, Shoulder paddings, gloves

>You strip your pants to wear your underwear out

>Under the belief that it's good luck to do this as a debuting vigilante

>It's not cool to argue with flawless logic

>You rush in, bust up in the store

>"HEY!" you yell at them

>They look at you with confusion, you look at them with determination

>"You mess with him, you mess with me!"

 

Location: Rarity's home

Be Rarity

>Something's wrong with my friends. They're hiding something. From me and Pinkie

>Looking at Pinkie, she seems a bit oblivious to all of it, but it's not the least of your problems

>"It's Norman. He seems to be the center of all this" you theorized.

>Twilight and Flutters don't dare talk about all this. Only Brad and Rainbow could spill the beans without looking like they're making up a story.

>What could they possibly hide from us, and why?

>Well, at least my dear Norman's getting fitter by the second, if he really was working out

>Pretty soon, he'll gain muscles from lifting, and then his body...

>GAH...what am I thinking

>You blush in embarrassment as you try to do your homework

 

Location: Store

>Be Lyra

>You look in a surprised manner as some crazy guy busts in a robery wearing a football helmet and his underoos out

>"What the hell is up with this town?" says the thug with the gun

>Before the man could even hold the pistol on the new guy's head, he tackles the armed goon to the ground

>Second guy swings his bat down to hit the challenger but he dodges on time and the bat hits the armed thug

>Third guy recovers from the hobo's punch and elbows the challenger, causing him to be stunned

>"Lyra, this is your chance!"

>You rush inside the store while the crazies battle it out. Gotta know how mom is doing

>"Cmon mom" you whisper. "we gotta get out of here"

>You check how the guys are doing

>Challenger get's his helmet confiscated and gets a punch from second guy

>You recognize the guy. It's BRAD!

>The hell is he doing?!?

>But wait, where's the masked hobo?

>Third guy about to swing his bat onto Brad's face

>Masked hobo out of nowhere jumps from the shelf aisle and hits the armed goon with a bottle of scotch

>Armed with a broken bottle in his hand and the thug's bat on the other, he gives no mind on his bleeding stomach and body

>Second guy charges in, throwing a straight punch to his jaw

>Masked hobo returns the favor by hitting the guy with the bat, and then scars his face with the broken bottle

>Armed gun looks like he's shitting himself

>"Come on, mom we have to go"

>I take my mother by the right arm and proceeded to carry her out

>Shit, the armed guy saw us

>He ran torwards us and shoved me aside and took my mother hostage

>YOU BASTARD

>Brad stood up as the masked man took notice after beating the second guy up

>"ALRIGHT, YOU NIGGAS BETTER DO AS I SAY, OR THIS IS GONNA GET REAL MESSY"

>You look at the thug with anger

>No one holds a gun on your dear mother

>Using all the remaining strength you have, you stopped time for the fourth time this day

>Blood gushes from your nose and mouth as everyone holds their position

>Man's grip and wrist is too strong to pull away from your mother's neck, so you do what needs to be done

>You grab the man's wrist and proceeded to break his fingers, every last one with a glass shard

>40 seconds in. You can feel time coming back soon

>Grab a bottle, straight kick to the nuts

>59 seconds, you ready your position

>Time flows back in.

 

Be Norman

>This is the most painful day you've had

>Blood gushing from your stomach, all this because you wanted to stop some goons from stealing shekels

>See this asshole taking some mother hostage

>Wait a minute, you recognize the girl he just shoved

>It's Lyra, and her eyes went blue for 2 seconds

>Suddenly the man jumps in pain

>Holding his hand, and then his crotch, he bends over to the pain

>"OH GOD. OH SHIT" the man whimpers

>I look at Brad in confusion, he does the same to me

>Lyra raises the bottle and meekly bumps it on the dude's head

>The man lies down, seemingly consiousless

>Silence everywhere. You don't seem to realize what was happening

>"Holy shit we need to get you guys to a hospital!" Brad told us all

>Frankly, he's the only one here who isn't bleeding like hell

>I held my stomach and leaned torwards the wall. The cashier already dialed 9-11

>You unmasked yourself. Was getting hot from the sweat and fear

>Lyra asked her mother if she was alright. Brad kept on laughing at the whole ordeal

>Police sirens come

>"Shit man, we gotta go" Brad insists

>"Can't run . This hurts like a bitch"

>You can't escape, but you know you can't get arrested for vigilantism and stuff

>You look around, and you see a shadow standing by the distance. It looks like a lady's body, but your vision is blurred by the black eye you got

>At long last, you begin pass out.

>"NORMAN" you hear Brad yell

>Darkness invades your mind. Too much beatings

>You let go of your consciousness for a good night's sleep.

 

End of Chapter 4