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June 23rd, 2019

Tom McCall Waterfront Park

Portland, OR

“What’d you say to me bitch?!”

The young female didn’t know who hit her first, but he’d seen it developing as he’d been walking by and had decided he couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. He’d seen this same young woman speaking vehemently against those that refused to use her preferred pronouns with a megaphone in hand and a band of supporters around her just a little while ago. Where her supporters had gone was hard to think on when he saw the first of her attackers slug her in the back of the head, sending her stumbling forward as another of them took that moment to plant his foot in her stomach, folding her over as the others then began to take their turns, beating her mercilessly as he finally reached the spot under the Hawthorne Bridge where they’d managed to lure her.

He bull-rushed the first man that turned, knocking him off his feet even as he moved on to the next person in line. It was an insane move that would have only worked in the movies, but he had the element of surprise for the moment as he slammed his fist into the face of the next man, kicking the next in the balls and then moving on to the last two as they’d backed off, seeking to gain just a bit of distance before surging forward.

The young woman was between them, but that only meant anything for a moment as one of the remaining men, dressed in all black, pushed her aside to come forward. He dealt with them both quickly after that, kicking another of them in the balls while ducking wild punch from the other and then landing a lucky uppercut to his chin that had him staggering back a few steps. From that point he went to stand in front of the young woman, looking around as he hoped that the men would just take a powder.

He was lucky as they did just this, but as he turned around to see if the young woman was okay he heard a whistle off in the distance as he bent down to check her out.

“Are you o-“

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, sucking in enough wind for another shout as she opened her mouth wide, “Rape! Someone help me I’m being raped!”

He tried to back up from her as quickly as he possibly could, thinking she was disoriented and didn’t know him from her attackers, but the moment for that passed as two cops came rushing around the corner, each one of them seeing him bent over her for just a split second before one of them was on him, tackling him in the next second without fail as the other cop went towards the young woman. As the back of his head hit the concrete with a sickening crack he couldn’t help but think that he should have kept moving. But then, that just wasn’t the type of person he was.

(to be continued)

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