Ben glanced at the devilish look that gleamed ferociously in his eye through his reflection in the mirror. His newly self-confidence burst forth like a stripper surfacing with forced exuberance through a giant cake at a bachelor party. He was never like this of course.

Not since yesterday when he single handedly took down a young thug attempting to rob an older woman of the contents of her change purse. He had seen the spectacle from afar, and his usual self would have accepted the fact that the world was going to shit, and with a shrug, would have politely let the young cretin go about bludgeoning the rickety old hag. But something surged inside of Ben, forcing him to step forth and pull the ruffian by the scruff of his neck and toss him aside like a used tissue.