The Steel Man Novels & Stories

My voice echoed back to me in the long, obviously empty hallway, but something wasn't sitting right with me as I walk down the hall, the place looking discarded in a hurry. I looked around for signs of where they produced the steel, my brain clicking as I realize there must be an underground warehouse where the steel was produced. I started to search for a door or something that could lead downstairs, coming up short, when a man appeared in front of me, his eyes black like he had no cornea, startling me into almost dropping my bag and the taser. "May I help you?", he asked in an acidic tone, his voice sounding like the screeching of tires.

He did not behave as relaxed as he had been earlier but he was fully engaged in fighting against Hunter. Hunter was slightly shorter and smaller than the opponent, so he did not have the upper hand. After fighting for five minutes, he was becoming exhausted, thus Steel Man seized the opportunity to hold Hunter down before slamming him heavily against the ground. Hunter was almost knocked unconscious from the impact and lost his fighting capability as a result. “Ptooey!” Steel Man spat on Hunter’s body and gave a thumbs-down gesture just as before. He was so highly conceited that he stood up and said, “You’re all pieces of trash.”