Patrolling the city it is a hard task...even for me, the mighty Samson. No matter how strong, muscular or handsome you are. Being a super hero is a full time demanding task in this city...but it is my job...and generally, I do it well. Somehow, sometimes, things goes...well...wrong for me. Samson Project Public Relations and authorities had been able to cover up some...unhappy, unfortunate adventures of me. Though, fortunately, nobody were hurt but me and my ego.
Somehow, I continue to patrol the city day after day, night after night....A night like that...
Though I am not like a Superman, I could hear a feminine screech of anguish from the dark alley. That scream was scary for itself. Somehow, I recognized the voice of that woman...As you know, I am not the unique super being out there. Other super hero and super heroines, like M-Maiden, also fight the crime here. But that night, the muscular heroine seemed the victim.
My golden greaves and bracelets vibrated hard as my will demanded them more speed to reach the origin of the scream. Fortunately, I was close to the alley. I couldn´t believe my eyes.
As the same way that super heroes exists also villains lurk on the city...And M-Maiden had found one of them. The muscular woman was laid on the dirty ground of the alley, with a painful grim of agony and fear on her face. Kneeled close to her, I could see a dark figure...so dark that it was painful to look at it.
"STOP!!!!".-My roar of fury resounded on the place as my bare feet touched the ground.
The opponent that had been able to defeat the mighty maiden stood on its feet, turning to me. But a complete overwhelming blackness I was unable to decide if it was a man or a woman covered by such a fluid darkness. Suddenly, a pair of blinding embers shone were its eyes should be...and laughed. Its deep laugh shook my muscles and soul in a way that none of my former adversaries had got ever.
"WHY??? WHY SHOULD I STOP??? BECAUSE THE MIGHTY SAMSON COMMANDS ME???".-That living shadow boasted.-"YOU ARE NOTHING....AS THIS...WOMAN....".-It added with scorn.
Obviously, my foe wasn´t intimidated by my incredibly muscular and defined 6' 9'', or the superior strength that implied my genetically enhanced body, 350 pounds of pure muscle...but soon it would discover that, I decided, tensing my muscles to the limit, ready to jump over it...
"COME ON, SAMSON!!!! SHOW ME HOW MIGHTY YOU ARE!!!".-The darkness challenged me with its unnatural voice, drilling my body and soul with its shining eyes.