Free Alpha Male by Joshua Page A

you.”
    “Don’t call me that, Larry,” a female voice said. “I’ll let you stay here, just don’t call me that. Your pervy ass is just about on my last nerve.”
    “Can I bring my friend?” Larry asked. Al turned to look and saw a woman with black rimmed glasses, and dark hair pulled up in a bun. She had a single mole on her face just below her nose.
    “Yeah, but then I’m full,” she said, leaning back.
    “Is there grub?” Larry asked, stepping outside.
    “Yeah, yeah,” she said. “I’ll heat you up some soup, but next time, you come at dinner, or you don’t eat.”
    Larry helped Al up, and dusted him off a bit before leaning right in his face. “Sarah’s a fine piece of ass, don’tcha think?”
    “I thought her name was Sally?” Al asked.
    “You know what I mean,” Larry said. They stomped up the stairs, one at a time, until they were through the door. Larry marched Al down the hall and helped him sit at a table.
    “I’m so thirsty,” Al said, resting his head on the table.
    “Yeah, you’re always thirsty,” Larry said. Sally placed a pitcher of cold water in front of them both and some sliced bread with a tub of unlabeled butter. “Oh, my favorite.”
    Al snatched up a cup and poured some water into it. He drank it down and refilled it again. Larry slopped some butter onto two pieces of bread and made a meager sandwich by mashing them together. He passed it to Al, who then picked it up and devoured a third in one bite. Larry made another sandwich for himself and bit into it as Sally approached with two steaming bowls of soup.
    “Hey Sally,” Larry said with his mouth full. “Can you switch on the box?”
    “You’d ask the world of me,” she said, placing the soup down. She pulled a chair out and climbed up, reaching for the button on the elevated television. Larry gave her exposed legs a lascivious glare as her skirt raised above her thighs. Her finger hit the switch and the television buzzed on. She got down and left the room as a black news anchor appeared on the screen.
    Larry watched the screen with wide eyes, and said, “Holy shit, are you seeing this Al.”
    “Today, Alpha Male fought and killed an unidentified creature. We have a few seconds of raw footage. Please be advised, this is not for the faint of heart,” the anchor said. The screen switched to the battle between Alpha and the beast.
    “Turn it off,” Al said, his voice strained.
    “As you can see here, the creature was a fair match, but thankfully, Alpha was able to take it down,” the female anchor replied.
    “What, it’s just getting good,” Larry said, still looking at the footage.
    “We don’t have any information on the creature, or its origins. All we know is that Alpha Male has saved us once again,” the female reporter said.
    “Please, turn it off,” Al replied, his voice even more strained than before.
    “That’s something we should all be thankful for. We will have more on this story as it develops,” the male anchor reported.
    It wasn’t until the television set began to shake and the dishes started to rattle that Larry looked at his friend. Al was shaking, and sweating. His teeth were clenched as he spoke without moving his jaw. “Please, the TV.”
    “Yeah, yeah, no problem,” Larry said, jumping up to switch it off. A crack had formed in the glass screen of the television set. Larry pulled the cord from the wall and the screen went dark.
    “You Ok buddy?” he asked, stepping closer to the shaking Al.
    “I don’t know, that man’s voice…It was driving me insane. I could feel the anger building up inside of me. I’m scared Larry, I’m so scared,” Al said, curling up in a ball.
    “What was that?” Sally asked from the next room. “It felt like an earthquake.”
     

Chapter Eight.
    The podium outside City Hall stood empty as the press crowded around. They all pushed forward to get closer to the partition. The giant clock above them read 11:12, the second hand rapidly