The punk stood still, mouth agape as he looked upward towards a monster that shouldn't have existed. When he'd initially heard the dull, echoing thooms in the distance he had paid them no mind. No, he didn't have time to care about whatever was causing that noise, he needed to focus on getting away with the credits he had just manage to to snatch from the pleading shop keep a couple blocks back. He should have been miles away by now, but his getaway hadn't even shown up. They hadn't responded to any call, or even been at home when he barged their door off its hinges. It was only when he saw an unusually large 'IMPOUNDED' hologram where the getaway car used to be that the punk had written the getaway off. The fool must have gotten in some brawl or something that had ticked off the local police enough to actually do something for once, just his luck when he was about to score some credits. At least he could console himself with a the getaways half of the payday he was about to recive, at least until the ground began to shake.

As the punk rushed through a dingy alleyway out onto the main street where he'd hope to blend in with the crowds, he'd failed to notice how eerily empty it was, too busy looking over his shoulder looking for any pursuers. Then the world shook, the punk tripped, and his credits spilled over the pavement. Before he could even stand back up, the world shook again, knocking him back to the ground. Car alarms blared, his ears rung, and above he heard a voice, a deep, booming voice.

"You should have known that running was futile, as well as cowardly." The voice tsked out the last word. "Someone with real honour wouldn't have run as soon as things didn't go their way. Pah, such is the life of those who live off the misery of the innocent."

There was a final crashing boom that shook the punk to his very core. He could feel every part of him quiver until the force that ran through him finally subsided. It was only then that he felt he had the strength to push himself back to his feet, yet even then he still stumbled several times before he was able to straighten himself out. "Now who the hell do you think you ar..." Something filled his throat as he looked up, a giant boot filling his shaky vision, climbing taller and taller the further he looked upwards. It had to be nearly 10 times his size at least, and that was before he noticed the camo trousers reach up even higher until he reached a knee, and a clawed hand resting on it. He tried to gulp, but whatever was filling his throat lingered, burning him from the inside as he looked higher still, following the muscled arm until he reached a shoulder, then a neck, and then two eyes staring back, bored and unamused.

He couldn't believe it, this couldn't be real. Before him was a shark, a shark that made most buildings around look small even while on one knee, and it could speak.

"A punk like yourself wouldn't even cover a days expenses once I've handed you in, but at least you wont be able to bother the people living here again"

The shark began reaching for him, its movement rattling two empty cages that the punk only now noticed dangling from her hip. He tried to take a step back, but his legs wouldn't budge. Every part of him screamed to run, yet as the hand came closer, he felt every nerve turn to stone.

"Hold still, I'm already late for lunch and I am not going to be as nice if you make me have to chase you like your friend. I've still got bits of his car falling off the bottom of my boot."

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