My neighbor put his unpublished novel up on booksie.com
and asked me to take a look. It's a super-hero story set in a fictionalized Grand Haven, Mich.
A dancer is leaving a bar:
"Oh come on kid," the man said, he tried to move closer and catch Shanna around the waist as she walked past him. "I've got plenty of money if that's what you're worried about."
Shanna stopped suddenly at the man's remark and turned a cold stare on him. "Until now I was ready to ignore your comments and let you go. But after an insult like that I'm not about to let you get away scott free."
"Think you can take me on, sweetie?" the man asked lasciviously as he took a defensive stance.
"Of course she can," an ominous voice said from the shadows. "I've seen her perform often enough to know that Miss Tarbin could give you a kick that would insure the end of your line."
A figure dressed in a black great coat with a broad brimmed hat appeared. The hat hid his face, but Shanna realized that this was the second man from the bar, the man whose disappointment she'd sensed. "The lady is well able to deal with you herself," the man said coldly, "but since I'm here I don't see why she should bother."
"And I don't see why you should bother, pal," the first man sneered. "This is just between the two of us so why don't you butt out?" As he spoke the man drew something from his pocket and pointed in the other man's direction.
The black clad stranger looked at the gun pointed at him and snorted in disdain. "Is that," he said gesturing at the weapon, "supposed to impress me?"
"If it doesn't than you're a bigger fool than you look," the first man said. "If the sight of this gun isn't enough than maybe this will convince you to move on," he shifted his aim down and squeezed the trigger.
The shot rang out and Shanna jumped at the sound but the stranger didn't move. Instead he reached down and calmly plucked the bullet from where it had stopped an inch from his left knee. "As I said, was this supposed to impress me?"
"What!" the man said in shock, almost dropping his gun in surprise. "How did you do that?"
"You would not understand if I told you," the man in black said mysteriously. "But a small demonstration may convince you to leave."
As he spoke the newcomer gestured at his attacker. The man's gun turned bright red from heat and he dropped it with a cry of pain. As Shanna watched the revolver turned into a puddle of molten metal. For a second she wondered why the rest of the shells didn't explode and turned a confused look on the black clad man. He seemed to sense her thoughts and opened his fist to reveal the missing shells, letting them scatter to the ground.
"I suggest you leave," the stranger said to the other man, "before I decide to give you a more personal lesson."
The man took several steps back with a fearful eye on his black clad opponent until he felt safe enough to turn and run down the street, so that the only sign of his escape was the sound of his shoes on the pavement.
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