Uninhibited

Jim had spent his entire life learning to deal with his size. Other people could afford to bump into tables or other people, but Jim had 300 lbs of momentum and knocked people flat if he didn't notice them. He never relaxed in a crowded room and could barely shop in stores with cramped aisles.

The crowd pressed around him. He caught glimpses of her from time time, but could not find a path through the crowd. He bumped into someone in his frustration and turned to help them to their feet. He stopped. He started forward, shoving his way through the crowd. It was easy. Much easier than he thought. There were cries of outrage in his wake, but no one really wanted to interfere with him after they saw the look in his eyes.

He started to move faster. Slamming into people, watching them fly out of his way. He heard a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a scream of fury and never registered that this horrifying sound was coming from his own throat. He began to run now, as the crowd began to part before him. More afraid of this raging barbarian then the terrors behind.

She was in sight now, being dragged forward dazed and bloody by her three captors. They had half turned at the commotion behind them when he hit them. Two of them were thrown to the floor as he barreled into them, and she fell with them. The third, he grabbed by his shoulders and threw into the wall. The man's cry was cut short as his back snapped and contoured around a dumpster. The two men on the floor, he dispatched one at a time, their heads popping like cherries under the heel of his boot.

He felt good, powerful. For the first time in his life, he felt uninhibited. The crowd still streamed away from the destruction, but they left a semicircle around him and the raw violence that he now found himself capable of producing.