Hercule Satan was a large man; he stood 6 foot 5, and weighed 250 pounds. He was also incredibly nimble for his size.

They used to call me the speed demon back in high school, and now this cocky young prick thinks he can out run me? Not a chance.” He said to himself, as he dashed through a busy street corner.

He was hot on the trail of a rat named Jimmy, who had been talking to the cops about Hercule. The rat dashed down into the subway. Mr. Satan followed close behind, by now he had closed the distance, and was right on his tail.

“You ain’t gonna get away from me!” Mr. Satan screamed before he dove on top of Jimmy, set him crashing to the ground.

Hercule, got to his feet, and pulled out his pistol. He pointed it squarely at Jimmy’s head, and pulled the trigger leaving his brains splatter all over the floor.

He calmly tucked the gun into his waistband, and disappeared as fast as he came.

Calogero was daydreaming as he walked off his train, he had his hands in his pockets and his head in the clouds. Suddenly he heard a bang, it came from right in front of him. Before he could even look up to see who was responsible, they were gone and there was a dead mans brains splattered all over his new trousers 

"Oh, Just fuckin perfect!" He shouted before realising that everyone was staring right at him and the dead body, he backed away slowly back onto the train....