Corner of Shady & Sketchy||Fools

Mouse was an intelligent man.  He had businesses up the ass, everything from porn studios to gambling dens across the city.  He had his finger in about every pie a finger could dip into and still keep his hands clean.  Mouse was smart enough not to lead a paper trail back to his own front door step.  Mostly his businesses straddled the line of sleezy and criminal but on paper they all seemed above board.  The Fools had a bunch of illegal operations.  It was always a good idea to have a hand full of legitimate businesses running so on paper the Club's finances had a reasonable place they could have been coming from.  It kept the cops out of their face most of the time.

Mouse was the guy who ran these little side hustles, and honestly the money wasn't that bad.  Being the one legit piece of the puzzle kept him swimming in pussy and rolling in fur coats, but he didn't do it for the tail or the money.  He did it because it was fun.  It had been Mouse's idea to run these little projects and when he had brought the idea too Lulu herself she all but patted him on the head for his efforts.  He always appreciated an 'attaboy' from the boss lady.  Mouse was a loyal dog.  He never piddle on the carpet and he always brought his bone back so he could get his bowl filled at the end of the night.  Good guy, bad guy?   Who gave a fuck as long as everyone in town saw you as one of THE GUYS.  

There was a cunning shark like edge to his intellect.  He was inquisitive, forthright, thoughtful, meticulous.... All brains and not much brawn.  He had muscle and size but no idea how to use it.  His spats in the Fool's Dice blood cage always ended up with some one else walking away winning the fight.  Mouse wasn't much of a fighter, usually.  He didn't like to ape out on his brothers, and he refused to transform whenever he was called upon to step in the cage.  He was dangerous and out of control.  The other guys had no qualms about using their powers in a fair fight.  And superpowered vs no powers..... Well, it doesn't take meticulous thoughtful insight to realize who wins that fight.

But honestly Mouse did enjoy a good fight.  A chance to devolve into something less thinking and allow his knuckles to do the talking.  Right here in the right here and now Mouse stood in the somehow wet alley.  There were puddles from the afternoon rain here and there.  Further down the alley steam bellowed out of a pipe and your breath sort of hung in the air.  It was fucking cold.  He was only wearing a tank top though, over some skinny jeans and biker's boots.  He had his hair pulld back into a man bun and a look of sour determination on his face.  He stopped when he saw William drop the boxes.  "The fuck man?!?"  He cried.  Until he saw the girl.  

Mouse stood quiet.  His brow furrowed and knitted together as William told her to get into the truck.  Why were so many guys chasing this one fucking girl?  Who was she?  Mouse deemed that not important.  Right now who she was, was someone who gave him a reason to ape out.  It had been building.  It always did.  If he stayed trapped in his literal, critical thinking brain too long someone ended up paying the piper when he lost his temper over something insignificant.  He had to let it out from time to time.  He was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  Mouse smiled.  It was probably the first time he smiled all day.  He rolled his neck cracking it loudly on either side.  "Three for you?  Three for me?"  Mouse said never taking his eyes off the thugs.

His grin widened to show teeth as the change sunk into his brain.  His chiseled handsome features shifted.  His brow thickened.  Becoming ape like.  His forearms, traps, and chest expanded like they were being rapidly inflated and he grew three times his orginal size.  His shirt exploded off of his body as everything expanded.  Even his hands grew.  They were the size of a man's head.  His hair fell out of it's man bun and spilled messily down his shoulder.  The men took a step back, as they didn't notice the change at first.  What had caught their attention first was the change in his eyes.  

They grew milky and cold.  White with a tint of yellow and with no pupils.  A growl ripped out the man called Mouse, who now stood 8 feet tall.  Towering over William who was oridnarily a foot taller than himself.  Mouse dropped to his knuckles and charged like a gorilla.  His great massive hands splashing in puddles as he moved with swift speed.  The first punch he threw crushed a man's head.  Fractured his skull as his head left a crator in the brick wall behind him.  As his body limped and slumped on it's way to the floor Mouse was grabbing him by the ankle.  He swung him around his head with one hand.  The man's arm's and legs flying out crazily around him as Mouse sent him sailing down the alley.  He smashed a dumpster crumpling it in on itself before he fell still 20 feet away.  

The other 5 men turned to run.  They hadn't even really noticed William's stirting up debris.  They were all focused on the killer gorilla man.  Mouse ran and leaped at the building.  Powerful, massive fingers digging into brick as he scaled the wall, running across it like a rock climber finding hand holds, only he was digging into the brick himself.  He scurried along and leaped off the wall landing at the mouth of the alley.  Cutting off their escape.  Mouse wrapped a single hand around one of the men's chest.  Like a child picking up his favorite doll and slammed him into the ground.  He leaned a little weight down on him while he bared his teeth at the others.  

They stood there frozen in horror at the things he could do, while Mouse thought.... Nothing.  Nothing at all.  Nothing ever went through his mind when he aped out.  He simply trampled whatever was in front of him.  He grabbed another by the arm nearly ripping it out of it's socket and used the man as a hammer to pummel the remaining thugs into the cement.  They all collapsed in a heap.  Mouse heard a shocked scream from inside the truck and his blank eyes turned towards Megan.  Fear was so fucking enraging in this state.  He saw fear and he had to exstinguish it.  He started charging towards the truck.  Puffs of smoke jetting out through his flaring nostrils.  There was blood covering his face and chest and there was murder in his heart and mind.  When suddenly he was pulverized.  He went flying into the side of a car parked in the alley.  

Glass and twisted metal showered down around him as he landed hard on his ass.  A big boulder sitting in his lap.  William put a stop to him before he hurt the girl.  Mouse was huge, but growing smaller all the time.  His legs were stretched out in front of him.  The crumpled car behind him had it's alarm going off until another rock, the size of a bullet was launched by William through the engine block killing it for good.  Not like the repair shop could have saved the wreck.  Hell, Mouse's garage couldn't even fix it and they were known to work miracles.  Mouse used the last of his fading strength to shove the boulder off him.  It weighed a metric fuck ton.  He uttered a few beastly grunts as his body shrunk back to normal size.  His head hung low staring at the ground.  Hair hung in his face.  

When he was normal he moaned.  "Fuck.  You hit hard, asshole."  There was a slight tone of apology in his humorous voice.  He brushed his hair back and loocked up.  Cold blue eyes locked on Wiilams and the apology was on his face as well.  He looked around and saw the carnage.  "They deserve it?"  He asked.  William nodded.  "I kill anyone?"  He asked.  "No one that mattered."  He replied.  "You don't pull your punches with your friends?" Mouse complained pulling himself to his feet and picking up the tattered remains of his shirt out of a puddle.  

The boulder would have killed a normal man.  Mouse had a stiff neck, that was about the worst of it.  He didn't remember a single thing that had happened in his 'other' state.  Only that the urge was gone and he could live normal for a little while.  Every once and awhile rage just bubbled over but it never felt good afterwards,  but man did it feel fucking great in the moment.  Mouse was about to ask another question when the door to their truck started to slowly open.