SmackDown

1: Qualifier

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"I'd like to confess." Frank flexed his palms, straining against the cuffs that bound him to the metal table.

"Attaboy, Frank." Dave smiled, but the slight tremor in his voice gave away his wariness.

Silence.

"Well, where are they, Frank?" Dave snapped. "Where are the inhibitors you stole?"

Frank's lips widened. "You're lookin at 'em."

"I'd hate to put a bullet through your skull, Frank. Where are they?"

Franks shoulders began to shake. Several seconds passed before Dave realized that Frank was laughing at him. He would've been less angry if Frank had punched him the face, and the reddening of his complexion showed it.

"What-what time'd you say it was again, Davey?" Frank stuttered as his laughter subsided. His giddy expression began to ease into something much more frightening. "How long before an inhibitor kicks in, huh?"

Dave's face blanched as he slowly realized what Frank had done. "Seventy-five of them..."

"I should be dead, right?" Frank agreed. "But this is what you wanted. No one's ever been able to handle more than one. Not even you, Davey Boy. "

Dave lunged at frank, his fists quickly tangled in Frank's shirt.

"Aw, David. You didn't think I knew about the inhibitor implanted in your side. "

Dave's hands moved to Frank's neck.

"All of it was absolute garbage." Frank spat. "Killing someone, storing their essence in an inhibitor to plant it into someone else. Inhibit one to advance another. Half the population but twice as strong, amirite? The endurance, the brainpower, the lifespan. So that these enhanced beings could live to make it far past the astroid belt, right, Davey? For them, right? Was any of that 'us dying to strengthen future generations' crap ever true, or were you always obsessed with making yourself actually immortal. You. So you'd rule earth and who knows where else."

Dave moved to punch Frank, but Frank cranked his head forward just as his fist made contact. Dave recoiled in pain, his fingers bent at an unnatural angle, a bone protruding from his knuckles.

"God, David, you still don't get it, do you? Seventy-five inhibitors. The strength of seventy-five men."

"You're a hypocrite, Frank. That's seventy-five men dead, you ain't no saint."

Frank pulled again at the steel clamps; this time his bonds fell away effortlessly. In a single swift motion, he stood and shoved his foot in to Dave's knee. Dave wailed as his leg gave out with a chilling crunch. He hobbled away until he reached the end of the room where he rested heavily against the translucent glass wall, silhouetted against the backdrop of the city far below them. 

Frank took his time closing the space between them.

"You killed them. But this time, it won't be for nothing. They'll die with me." 

With that, Frank ran at Dave. Dave hardly had time to flinch before Frank shoved him through the window, sending them both off the edge of the fifty-floor high-rise in an eruption  of shattered glass.