Role

Chapter 12

A heavily built man, holds a set of keys before a young
stocky figure infront of him, "You got this lad, and remember
doors open 5AM." As he drops the keys into the figures hands
he mutters the words "I guess every once in a while, gravity
has to have a win. Look after my baby lad."

Watching the man as he walks through the front door, the stocky
figure fidgets a little as each step echos eternally the door
seeming to move further and further away. When there is little
more left than the sound of his own breathing. He moves quickly
to his locker and unwraps a small toilet bag from his towel
delicately he removes a small glass vial clearly labeled with
the words "Human Growth Hormone", which aburbtly falls to the
floor as a heavy hand clamps forcefully on his right shoulder.

"You have been making bad choices lad, dont think I dont know."

Quickly turning the stocky figure turns to face the heavily built
man, as he goes to open his mouth he is abrubptly stopped.

"Everyone has bad days lad. But this can be undone by the choices
that carry you forward. If you want to be the strongest sidewalk
crackin bad ass that has ever lived. This is not the way, strong
on the outside rotting in the center. You will never be the best
just the nerd in the lab behind that little vial you have, they
just so happened to be the best. These pills and potions it is not
the way lad."

The heavily built man reaches forward and takes the toilet bag
from the stocky figures hands. "Let us start again."

...

A heavily muscled figure lays in a bed of the coma ward. Several
machines beep monitoring various vital signs. His right hand closes
the strain obvious throughout his entire arm a low murmur passes
his lips "Tahren I got more shit for you to destroy."