Erik Josten Revisted - Part 2

By the time the “ooo” in "who" left Erik’s mouth I was in a state of utter panic. I reminded myself he’s obviously wanted by the police and assorted North American superheroes. How much trouble am I in already? “D-d-did you kill anyone in L.A.?” I asked.”Nah, I don’t think so. I did some serious damage to Iron Man’s ego. And Hawkeye probably doesn’t even have an ego after seeing the effect of his pathetic little arrows on my pecs. But I don’t think anyone died in that little altercation. Some people might’ve been hurt, but tough shit. Anyway, you’ve heard more of the news than I have.”“Why shouldn’t I call the police this second?”“You don’t have my permission for one thing. And I’d estimate that I’m around triple your size by weight at the moment. I could almost instantaneously increase that ratio to about 10 times your height if I decided to. I suspect I could make it a hundred times your height, but that’s for another day. I’m also probably about infinity times as strong as you are. But the best reason is you’re a smart guy who doesn’t want trouble for any innocent bystanders. And by calling 911, Adam, you would effectively sign the death warrant for the two or three or four or ten boys and girls in blue who would respond to your 911 call. And who knows what would happen to your neighbors in this and adjoining buildings as I exploded through walls, floors and ceilings while transforming myself back into a 50-foot stud. So you aren’t calling the police. Get real.”Erik walked over to the couch with his lats flaired and took a seat. I worried that Erik would flatten the couch, but it seemed to survive. The mountain of a man kicked back with his feet up on the ottoman and his hands back behind his head. “Damn, you see these abs?”“Yeah I see your abs. Whatever. What are you doing here Erik? Why me?”