[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - Half Dozen Edition

*Here's a quick vignette that takes place midway through a retelling of the masterwork* Journey to the West. *This would be the part where Trip, Monkey, and Pigsy meet Sandy who joins them on their journey. * 
 
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 ``... the fuck you doing here?'' 
 
 `` Look, Sandy,'' said Monkey, peering up at the goliath leaning against the cindercrete wall, `` we're just passing through, all right? That's all. We're not even here, and in five minutes we never were. We'll be across 7th Ave. and into West Central before...'' 
 
 The giant shook his head slowly, the chains adorned with metal skull gearshifts heads clanking gently as he did so. `` No, man. I told you before. You do n't *ever* fuckin' come through here without an invitation. Fuckin' ***never, *** remember?'' He unclipped a chain looped at his belt and started to wrap it around his fist. He looked first at Monkey, then Pigsy leaning against the rusted shell of a long-abandoned car, and finally long at Tripitaka, staring intently back. `` Well, time for another lesson, I guess.'' 
 
 He swung a chain-wrapped fist at Monkey with a speed that belied his size. Monkey, expecting it, arched his body under the massive fist and sprang to the middle of the vacant lot. Sandy's fist slammed into the cindercrete wall, cracking the block struck. 
 
 With a roar, Pigsy swung his industrial rake at Sandy's head. Casually, almost offhandedly, Sandy caught the rake at the base of the head and kicked Pigsy in the gut. With a heave of air, he fell to the dirt, holding his belly. 
 
 In an instant, Monkey had planted the base of his metal pole in the dirt and used it to launch himself feet-first at Sandy's neck. Whirling, Sandy knocked Monkey away, sending him spinning into the cindercrete. Coughing, Monkey picked himself up, crouched, and sprang at the other colossus. 
 
 With a sigh, Sandy snatched Monkey out of the air, and with a slight shake of his head, hurled him headfirst into the wheezing Pigsy. Knocked breathless anew, Pigsy grabbed his stomach and rolled onto his side. Monkey bounced once in the dirt and lay sprawled, eyes rolling. 
 
 Sandy shook his head again, and turned to face the slender woman in yellow. She had n't moved during the brief fight, and remained studying Sandy intently. He stared back for long instants, then - fist raised high and an animal roar bellowing forth - strode towards her. 
 
 She moved not a muscle, but continued to watch Sandy, compassion and kindness in her eyes. He stood over her, fist raised, panting. He began to bring his fist down, and stopped. She moved not an inch. he began to bring his fist down again to knock her to the ground, but stopped yet again. Shaking himself slightly, he roared and again began the blow that would break her neck and end this. Again, he stopped, panting harder than ever. 
 
 Gently, gently, she smiled at Sandy and, raising her hand, calmly cupped the side of his head. He closed his eyes and lowered his hands, slumping slightly, letting the chain fall to the dirt. He stood like that for a few seconds, then straightened. 
 
 `` Lady, I do n't know who you are...'' 
 
 `` Tripitaka.'' 
 
 `` Trip, right.'' He looked down at her bald head. `` Trip, I do n't know who you are, but these assclowns clearly ca n't do nothing for you. Look, I'll help these two get you over to West Central, all right? Do n't think you'll make it otherwise.'' She nodded. 
 
 Sandy strode over and hauled the gasping Pigsy up by the front of his shirt. He turned to Monkey, sitting up in the dirt. Monkey held out his palm and told him, `` Do n't bother. I'm fine, mountain man.'' Sandy shrugged, and turned to face Tripitaka. 
 
 `` Now what, lady?'' he asked her. 
 
 `` We head West,'' she said.
