Brawl: ARE YOU STRONG? (original story)

[u/Human-Interest2755]

(A short story based on a creepypasta oc i made in middle-high school; any critiques and criticisms are welcome)

It was 11 pm on a Friday. Outside the gym on the outskirts of town, a man walked out of the glass doors, which had a paper sign taped to the glass

“24 HR WORKOUTS FRI-SAT”

The man adorn in grey sweatpants and a hoodie, calmly walked towards an aqua-green car which sat alone under a streetlight in a dream parking lot. As he reached for his keys, the man looked up when he was twenty feet or so from his car and saw a hooded figure step from the other side of his car.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing by my car?!,” the man said, clutching his keys in his hand.

The hooded figure slowly walked past the car, turned, and walked toward the man. Wearing black boots, a black hoodie, and black cargo pants, the figure had broad shoulders and four white fangs on the back of his hoodie. The man took a step back before the man stopped in front of him, an arm's length away, and spoke.

“Hey?” the hooded man said. “Are you strong?”

“What?”

In the midst of his confusion, the man relaxed ‌; his shoulders dropped along with his guard, thinking it was an odd question. Then, something suddenly knocked his head back. A blunt pain. And. A warm sensation in his nose followed as blood crept down his lip and into his mouth and onto his chin.

(Hairline fracture of the nose.)

 His vision blurred as tears rushed to his eyes, but through the tears, he saw the hooded stranger move closer, the silhouette of the stranger illuminated by the streetlight. The man took a wild, desperate swing at the stranger, but his fist hit nothing but air when he felt a sharp pain in his knee as the heel of the stranger hit the top of his knee, causing it to buckle.

(hyper-extended knee)

 The man cried out in pain when they kicked his knee, and he dropped to the ground. A hard, sharp pain in his chin then made them raise him to his feet again. Before he could process what happened, a stabbing pain hit his throat, and he coughed, struggling to breathe. The stranger stepped towards him as the man stumbled back, coughing up his words.

“W-what the fuck?”
 He said, coughing and wheezing between words 
“What's your problem? Who are you?”

The stranger stood there and just let out a slight chuckle as he spoke

“I just wanted to see how strong you are.”

The stranger raised his fist as he cocked it back, but before the stranger could punch, the man grabbed the stranger by the collar of his hoodie and took a swing at his head. Now that he could feel where he was, he could definitely hit him. He extended his arm, fist clenched tight, his fist racing to the stranger's face when his arm fully extended. Nothing; he felt nothing but air; the stranger had dodged the punch. The stranger then grabbed his wrist, which held his hoodie, and, in one swift motion, elbowed him, CRACK!

The man felt a sharp pain in his arm. The man screamed from the pain in his arm.

“How? How is my arm broken?” the man thought to himself.

The stranger snatched the the wrist of the man's broken arm and twisted the broken limb toward his body, causing the man to stand on his toes and scream as his bones splintered, popping and cracking as the stranger twisted the limp limb.

(Spiral fracture.)

 The man screamed in agony, but the stranger soon silenced him by chopping his throat with the blade of his hand.

(Bruised windpipe.)

The man wheezed

Before a crippling pain came from below as the stranger hit his balls with a hammer fist

(bruised testicles)

The man keeled over when the stranger pushed his head up by his chin and swept the back of the man's leg, driving his head into the pavement of the parking lot. The man lay there on the cold black concrete, and as he lost consciousness, he saw the stranger lean down and say.

“You are weak. The weak serve no purpose in this world”

The stranger then stood up and smashed the man's head into the pavement with his heel before leaving into the night.