Green-cell

I blocked his attack with my left arm, and then I quickly retaliated with a punch to his belly. He groaned. I bend forward, then spun my body like a disk; he fell to the floor like a bag of sand. His cry of pain did not satisfy me. I flipped myself forward, landing with my knees on top of his chest. His scream was louder now; but still not satisfying. I rolled off from his body and stood on my feet. He was slowly getting up. I grabbed his long black hair, and collided it forcefully against my kneecap. Then I was satisfied.

For a level 3 wanted man, Rick Marvin was an easy guy to beat. He only relied on his tough Scottish accent and large muscles for respect amongst men of the underworld. He was just another poser who thought his intimidation got to everyone. 

I returned to the police station with the blood-soaked Rick to collect my bounty. That was my profession - a bounty hunter. I  was certified by the Federal Bureau of  Extrahuman Enforcement to catch criminals who were too 'strong' for the police to handle. The country was filled with individuals who were left with superhuman abilities after the recent eradication of the ST virus through the use of the QTailine drug. As the medical pros said, the QTailine, through an amazing process which was thought impossible, converted the virus into body cells. What they did not notice was the abnormality of the cells which contained a by-product of the decellularisation process between the ST virus and the QTailine chemical. That by-product, called the SQT, or green cells (because of its colour) laid latent until after the global eradication. 

I may be a man of large muscles, but I am smart as well, or I am just able to remember most of what I read in the papers. I guess it can be attributable to the SQT within me. 

That night that I caught Rick Marvin, my partner Sergeant Henry was at the FBEE headquarters attending to issues of a more civilised nature. Henry was my 'moderator'. Every green-celled bounty hunter was assigned a non-green human as a partner to check and balance their actions, so that there would be no misconduct. My moderator was not always around to check me because he was a top dog who always had things to do in the organization. Besides, he had observed me thoroughly and concluded that I could control myself without him.

"Rick Marvin, wanted level 3, reference number AA268234. Hunter Luke Baldwin, Moderee of Sergeant Henry Keystone, agent number 274." The computer announced my entry into the station. Some heads turned around to get a glimpse of me as I walked to the submission desk. I had gained fame majorly for my submission of the notorious green-celled villain who called himself Dr Might. He wasn't so mighty anymore when I grabbed his legs and smashed his head into several brick walls until he passed out.

"Here's your guy, all tired and beaten just how you like it." I said in the usual joking tone with which I always spoke to Howard, the submission officer.

"Whoa Luke! That's two level threes and three level twos in a day. At this pace you'll be able to beat Hunter Sam's record."

I must confess that I always liked how Howard praised me. 

"Yeah yeah, just take him in and let me be off to sleep. It's almost 2 am, and tomorrow's another work day." I pushed the weak prisoner forward, and he collapsed on Howard's desk like jelly.

I was out of the station and my eyes were getting droopy due to my constant lack of sleep. I already imagined myself falling onto my warm bed and drifting out of reality with my clothes still on.