Bronan: The Unemployed - Part 1 (NSFW)
Author's note: This is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to past or current people or characters is simply a coincidence.
Part 1, Chapter 1
*SQUEAK! SQUEAK!* Bronan awoke instantly to the sound of mice gnawing ferociously at some table scraps near the table in the far corner of the dimly lit single room apartment. His ice blue eyes flashed suddenly in anger at the two mice who seemed unafraid of him munching away happily at the scraps. In a flash Bronan sprung across the room - his massively muscled arm almost too fast to see swung up and his huge hammer fist smashed down a split second later. *BLAM!* The mouse on the left exploded sending guts, blood, and bits of fur in all directions. A bloody mouse part clung to his forehead and dripped blood into his eye. Unfazed Bronan whipped his head up sending the mouse pieces scattering towards the filthy floor and walls as he readied another blow. The mouse on the right looked in shock and utter horror at his brethren who was now a pile of guts and bones. It desperately looked about searching for an exit.
Bronan, now incredibly angry, readied his hammer fist for another blow. *BAM!* Wood splintered right where the mouse was but in the last instant it dodged right and then left knowing that death was approaching. It quickly swung its head back to see where the next attack would come from. *BAM!* *BAM!* The first blow, still too fast to see, flattened the mouse entirely. Blood scattered hitting the stove and nearby refrigerator. A tiny blood gurgled squeak escaped from the mouse's broken jaw. The second blow crushed any remaining bones to powder. "Rat bastards!" Bronan growled at the mouse remains. His handsome yet deeply scarred face scowled down at the mess he had just created. Bit of mouse flesh with congealing blood was seemingly everywhere, dripping down his face and the walls. "Crom!" Bronan grumbled as he arose and went to the sink to wash his hands and ready his much needed cup of coffee.
He impatiently thumbed the Senseo coffee makers two-cup button over and over until the machine finally spewed out a frothy and delicious cup of black coffee. The large coffee cup looked like a dolls house tea cup in his huge man hands. He downed half the cup in a single gulp, the very hot liquid burning his tongue and esophagus. Unfazed, Bronan let out a steamy "Ahh!" and gulped down the rest. He made another cup of coffee as he reminisced about the wild night he just had.
He remembered stumbling out of the pub after his sixth bottle of wine with four of the small towns hottest women pawing at his rippling muscles. Laughing loudly as he easily held one on each shoulder, Bronan made his way towards the exit. A giant of a man suddenly blocked his path. At 6'8" and 420 lbs. of mostly muscle, this giant would intimidate nearly anyone. "Where the hell do you think you're taking my women, huh punk?" The giant sneered and spat at Bronans face. Spittle slowly dripped down Bronans cheek as the giant threw a looping right hook aimed squarely at his powerful looking jaw. Bronan saw the blow coming seemingly in slow motion. Bronan easily evaded the punch by ducking and as he stood back up his size 18 boot smashed into the ribcage of the giant, breaking six ribs and imploding the heart instantly. A cloud of vaporized blood issued from the giant's mouth and an expression of shock and awe flashed across his face as his now lifeless corpse flew seven feet away smashing into the wooden table. The table splintered and sent pieces everywhere. The nearby crowd got sprayed with blood and became panic stricken quickly. The women, who moments before were totally enamored with him, were suddenly very afraid of what the consequences would be if they stuck around with this giant killer so they screamed and squirmed their way out of his grasp and disappeared into the crowd fighting and clawing their way towards the exits. Bronan signed and sulked home, his bloodlust sated for the moment.
The PC flickered to life when Bronan pushed the on button. He checked his email for job offers and interviews. Nothing as usual despite the dozen job applications he does daily. He quickly scanned the local news reports online for any stories about his wild night at the pub. In alarm he clicked on a breaking news report and saw a rough sketch of the assailant of a bar brawl which resulted in a local UFC champion being killed with one blow. The picture looked exactly like him...