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Ben sat on a steel girder above the road. He sat on the edge of the beams, staring down at the river below, brooding and muttering. "A few days in space, it'll be great, what's the worst that could happen?" He asked himself.
A pigeon fluttered past him, and dropped a white gooey gift on his shoulder. Ben just continued to glare at the heavens. "Perfect. Thanks." He spoke again.
He then heard someone sobbing. He turned to see a distraught business man with a briefcase. The man dropped his briefcase, which plummeted hundreds of feet into the river.
The business man looked out, ready to jump. He didn't see Ben. "You think you got trouble? Take a good look, pal, how bad could it be?"
The business man looked at Ben, terrified. Ben then stepped forward. "Okay, easy there, buddy."
Backpedaling, the man slipped and fell toward the roadway. His arms flailed, grabbing the narrow beams - his fingers held tight while his legs thrashed over spearing traffic. Cars and trucks skimmed right underfoot. "You had to choose my spot, didn't you?" Ben asked again.
Ben stepped out to help, But his weight bent the beam. The businessman lost his grip. He fell onto the road, landing hard on the highway. A few pedestrians looked up at Ben and pointed.
Ben looked at them like a deer in headlights. He saw a massive truck bearing down on the business man. "This is really not my day." Ben muttered.
He then dropped onto the street. He landed in front of the businessman, swept him out of the way with one arm, and turned to the oncoming 18 wheeler Cab.
The driver slammed their brakes, eyes wide. The truck swerved but couldn't stop. Ben started getting nervous, he shut his eyes and....
Shoulder- blocks the incoming truck. A football move. The truck buckled, popping a wheelie, crumpling all the way to the windshield. It looked like a metal car- compactor.
The truck continued to swerve, it's tail smashing into the steel girders. Cars screeched and swerved, slamming into each other, causing a four- lane traffic accident. Windows shattered, fires flickered. One of the cars was a NYPD Cruiser. Cops clambered out of it.
Ben stood in the middle of the chaos, staring at the destruction. He saw the tow- truck driver bleeding, trapped in the cab. Ben moved the burning steel car.
He swiped through the shattering window, and punched the airbag, popping it like a kids balloon. He tried to grab the seatbelt, but his fingers were too big. He was struggling a bit. "A little help here?! You wanna hit that button, sir?" Ben asked kindly.
The driver was too woozy. Ben couldn't he t him to press the button. Frustrated, he simply teared off the door, and ripped the drivers seat right off the cab. The police saw him holding the driver and raised their guns.
