"The man was able to break out of handcuffs with superhuman strength".
"OH SHIT" Wayne shouted, falling out of his chair. He stood up quickly and composed himself. With newspaper in hand, he walked to the back room. When he got to the office, he slipped the newspaper into his duffle bag and walked back to the front counter.
A couple hours later a friend of his came into the store. Wayne raced out the front door and looked around. Satisfied, he came back in the store and locked the doors behind him.
"Larry, do you know where I can get some PCP?" he asked his friend. Larry chuckled and replied, "What the hell do you want with PCP?". Bruzinski made up a story about how he read an article and didn't know what PCP was or where one could get it from. Larry told him that his cousin ran with a guy in Columbus the sold PCP. Wayne lied and said he wanted to interview the guy for a project he was working on. So Larry gave him the address. The Manbat would hunt tonight, with super powers.
After Wayne got off work he went to the ATM and withdrew $200. He threw is duffle bag into the back seat of his LTD and headed off to find this Charles character to score some PCP. Like most things Wayne involves himself in, he didn't research anything about the drug. He just knew it made people exhibit superhuman strength and that was good enough for him.
An hour and twenty five minutes later, Bruzinski reached the address. He walked into the lobby of the apartment complex and ascended a stair to the second floor. As he knocked on the door he couldn't keep the smile from his face. PCP was going to be the ace in his hole. It would allow him to reach a whole new level in crime fighting.
"Who the fuck is it?" the voice on the other side of the door asked. "My name is Wayne, I want to buy some PCP" Wayne shouted through the door. The door swung open quickly and a large black man grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside, pinning him up against the wall next to the door.
"Why you shoutin' that shit all up in here" asked a thin, athletic man. Wayne answered "I'm looking for some PCP, I've got $200 dollars". The man smiled and said "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?". The man introduced himself as Charles and motioned for Wayne to follow him into the kitchen. They passed about a dozen guys playing video games, talking on cellphones, and drinking some beer on the way. "Skinny white boy like you don't be lookin' like you'd be into the dust" Charles said. Wayne laughed out loud and said "You'd be surprised what kind of shit I'm into".
"Well man I can sell you this much for $200" the man said swinging a little bag in the air as he spoke. Wayne smiled and handed over the money. "Now what do I do, snort this shit?" he asked Charles. "Nah nigga, you wet it up and make a dippie" he answered. "Here I do it" he offered. "Just smoke one-a deez every 10 hours and you be flying" the man said, but Wayne was too far lost in his own fantasy to hear him.
A few minutes later Wayne was walking out with a whole pack of cigarettes that had been dipped in PCP. He walked between the apartment complex and the building next to it and changed into his vinyl costume. He pulled a brick of aluminum foil out of the plastic bag Charles had given him. Upon opening it, he grabbed 4 of the drug infused cigarettes. After putting the rest away and securing them in his belt pouch, he lit the cigarettes and held 2 in each hand. He smoked them as fast as he could. "I needs me spinach" he thought to himself as he chiefed them down.
Not more than a couple moments later the drugs started to take hold. "Now I just need to find a crime" Wayne said out loud. Then it hit him. He could just go bust the drug dealers in the apartment he just came from. The Manbat smiled as the vein in his forehead throbbed.
He raced up the stairs and when he got to Charles apartment door he stopped and started jumping up and down, slapping himself in the face. "This is it" he said to himself. Then as if possessed, he screamed "JUSTICE" and kicked the door so hard that it not only opened, but flew off the hinges.
Wayne rushed into the apartment and clotheslined the first guy he saw. The man flipped over backwards and landed smack dab in the middle of a card table, blasting it to the ground. Another man charged towards him. The Manbat saw him coming in what appeared to be slow motion. He cocked his fist back and threw a punch. He hit the man in the face with so much force that he broke the man's jaw in half.
Bruzinski spun around in time to see the man that snatched him up at his first visit to the apartment. That guy must have weighed 350lbs. Wayne punched him in the stomach, doubling the man over. The Manbat stood him straight up, put his hands around his throat, and picked the large man up, choke slamming him to the floor and breaking his neck.
Whirling about and sending his cape into a spin, Wayne search for his next target. On a table not 2 feet away he saw a 40oz bottle of beer. He grabbed it and threw it at a man running towards the kitchen. It hit him squarely in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. Wayne dove headfirst into the kitchen after him.
Rolling to his feet, he was met by a man holding a gun. The man fired the gun and hit Bruzinski right in the shoulder. Feeling no pain, Wayne swung an uppercut toward the guy, catching him in the throat and crushing his windpipe under the weight of the blow. The dealer collapsed to the floor gurgling and choking on his own blood.
"YOU" Wayne screamed gutturally as he pointed at Charles. The drug dealer stood there and a wet spot formed in the front of his pants as he stared at The Manbat. Bruzinski took a step towards the man and stopped. He tried to take a deep breath but found he could hardly breath. His chest started to tighten and his vision darkened. Wayne collapsed to the floor right then and there. Charles changed out of his pissed pants and fled the scene.
The next day the Coroner was examining Wayne's body. He took some blood and sent it to the lab for a substance analysis. The cause of death was ruled a heart attack, but the Coroner would have to wait for the blood work to come back to draw further conclusions.
A month later the tox report came back and showed that Bruzinski had taken 2 and a half times the lethal dose of PCP. The official Coroner's report said cause of death was a heart attack and respiratory failure due to an overdose of Phencyclidine (PCP).
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