"Make it quick," I thought. "Knock 'em out first, ask questions later," I thought. Yeah, that woulda been one heck of a plan... if I wasn't going against another speedster.
I was ten feet away from the two guys I found lurking around the crime scene, when I saw one of them react. I'm used to people pretty much standing still when I'm at full speed, so it was kinda freaky to see someone turn around and look at me. The dude, who by the way looked mad as hell, ran towards me with every intention to punch my face (if his fists were any indication). I managed to dodge him at the last picosecond, inadvertedly running into the second dude... I tried to slow myself down before bumping into him, but that turned out to be unnecessary: I went right through the guy, as if he was some sort of projection.
Was he another speedster with vibrating abilities? Or someone with intangibility powers? I was trying to figure that out, when the first dude came at me from behind and tried to put his arm around my neck. I slipped out of his grip and dodged him again (which probably means I'm faster than him), but he aggresively charged back and made me run into a wall (which means he's smarter and more experienced). I got up pretty fast, more out of embarassment than endurance. My forehead hurts like hell.
I started running in his opposite direction, trying to give myself some time to figure out what to do next, but he didn't lose a moment and inmediately began chasing me. And here we are. Geez, this guy isn't planning to give me half a break, is he? If we go on like this, I'm gonna end up...
*#$%&!*
...laying on the floor. Ouch. He jumped on my back. Dude jumped on my back and brought me down. Who does that?!
"Now listen to me, you little shit," he says, turning me around and pinning me to the cement with his knees. "I got a couple of questions I'd like you to answer about the iceman over there. Every time you give me an answer I don't like, I smash my head into yours, 'kay?"
A small string of blood caused by my previous trip into the wall reaches my brow. "I got a tough forehead," I say, regretting it instantly. I should have used the small breathing space he gave me to clarify that I didn't know the frozen guy...
"Oh, mine's tougher, sonny..." He begins to pull back his head, and I can't do anything but close my eyes.
"TOBIAS! STOP!" someone yells.
"Eh?"
"Tobias? Your name's... Tobias?" Somehow, he doesn't seem so scary anymore.
"You, shut up," he tells me. "What is it, Larry?"
"They're with the Strikeforce, TC. They're also investigating the crime scene." The intangible dude approaches us, accompanied by... Alfhild?! Oh, I get it. She and 'Larry' got to figure out that this was all a silly missunderstanding, while I got my head smashed into concrete. How come she always gets the easy part?
"Oh," my captor says. He looks down at me, then stands up and offers me a hand. "Sorry, chap."
I get up on my own. "That's all right... Tobias."
