He was born on a Monday

"OPEN UP ELEVEN!" The guard shouts. Leading a scared young adult to his new cell. We're introduced to Jason.. 5'10 medium dark hair, fair skin, a decent build but not overtly muscular, nothing all that spectacular at first glance. The only obvious feature was he was clearly in over his head. He was trying his best to hide it but his eyes were filled with dreed.

Once the door closes an older gentleman hops off the top bunk. Dress in the same white jump suits and holding a book he approaches Jason with his hand out to shake his hand. "First time? Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you kid. I'm too old for that shit. You'll be okay. My name is Derrick. What'd you do? I've found it's better to just get it off your chest now, instead of letting it eat you upside."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Jason. I went to a bar with my friends one night, we were minding our own business when this piece of shit stumbled in absolutely plastered with his buddies. Nothing out of the ordinary, just being a drunken ass and loud. Then the natural progression of trying to get at every woman at the bar while his buddies cheered him on. I didn't have a problem with that, again just being a drunken douche with way too much liquid courage. What I did have a problem with was when he started getting way too aggressive and even physical. Literally every woman rejected him and he refused to get the message. I think by like the 10th girl he spoke to, he'd finally had enough and started grabbing the last girl. He was grabbing her hard enough to already get bruises on her arms from where he was grabbing her. Then low and behold his goons stepped in to form a barrier around their head honcho. The bar tender and the bar security tried to intervene but they were severely out numbered. So I had enough just sitting back and watching. Had I not stepped in, we all know what likely would have happened her. While his goons were preoccupied with the staff, I decided the best way to put a stop to this was to go after the main guy and put an end to it. Kind of like taking down the alpha of pact animals. I gave him one chance to walk away, and go home. Of course he scoffed at me, told me to fuck off, and took a swing. It was insanely telegraphed, so I was able to slip with ease and give him one great counter punch right to the chin. Boom, lights out and he fell like a sack of potatoes. Only problem was, he ended up hitting the back of his head on the metal foot rest of the bar. Lights out for good, so here I am..."

Derrick responds "That's a very interesting story kid. Don't worry Jason, you keep your nose clean and do your time you'll be just fine. I'll help you learn the ins and outs, and all the unwritten rules while you get your legs. You'll be fine kid."

"So what did you do to get here?" Jason asks. "Now that story, is for another day. Clearly we've got a lot of time together so let's just relax for now" Derrick says

Five years later

"Jason, we've just spent the last 5 years as cellmates so I'm gonna give you this warning. As I've said before when you first got here just keep doing your time the right way, keep your nose out of trouble and don't do anything stupid. But if you're really thinking about joining this idiotic jail break, let me tell you one quick story about what's waiting for you past those walls. Specifically about the swamp you saw on the ride over here. " Derrick says while taking a seat on the bunk

"His name was Cyrus Gold. An absolute giant amongst men. But he did have a heart of gold. He grew up in extreme poverty on a farm not too far from the city, working any and all odd jobs. One day the lead him to becoming an enforcer for the mob despite loathing violence. He become very good at intimidation without moving a muscle since he'd tower over men. No one messed with Cyrus or his boss. In time with the money he made, he built a small fortune. However due to his upbringing he always stayed humble, he never really did anything with the money other than giving it to his family. Then for some reason, one night Cyrus was brutally murdered. While walking home he was jumped by a bunch of men armed with bats and steel pipes. He never saw it coming, he tried his hardest to fight back but it's pretty hard to when you've just been hit in the back of the head with a steel pipe and you're out numbered 10-1. They beat him within an inch of his life then threw him in the back of their car. The drove to the lake not too far from here. They pulled him out one last time to get a good look at their accomplishment, but instead of just putting poor Cyrus out of his misery. They tied a noose around his neck and hung him on a nearby tree. Then they hacked him to pieces with a meat cleaver. Once he was finally dead his body was thrown into the lake. People claim if the conditions are right you can see him wandering. Most sightings take place on a Monday. It's almost as if he's being born again every Monday. Which is why the locals started dubbing Cyrus, Solomon Grundy. Over time the story of Cyrus was lost, now he's just Grundy"

"Solomon Grundy, like the nursery rhyme? That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard. There's no way that's true. I'm not saying I doubt the story of Cyrus, but the part of Solomon Grundy? Yeah that's absurd." Jason says. "You really forget where you live sometimes don't you? Your goal is to go back to a city full of masked vigilantes that beat up bad guys, one of which is literally a clown." Derrick says in response

"You know what they say, home is where the heart is. But all jokes aside I'm getting out of here. I did wrong, I acknowledge that. My actions cost a man his life, and I've done my time even if the law refuses to acknowledge it. I need to get out of here, go home, and do some good instead of just wasting away here on tax payer dollars while I doing nothing to truly make up for what I did. I'm sorry cellie but once the break starts I'm out of here. Victor is going to lead us out of here, he knows way. I actually wish you would join me, you've done more than your fair share of time too." Jason says with a smile

"You're aware Victor is absolutely fucking bonkers, right?" Derrick says

"Trust me, I know. I know Derrick. But I have to get out of here, at all cost. Besides, after all this time I know how to take care of myself and I know how to stay on Victor's good side especially during the break. It's been an honor knowing you friend." Jason says.

The following Monday night, the prison break went into action. Jason joined Victor and eight more prisoners from their block. It was shockingly easy to make their way out, which made Jason wonder why they didn't do this way earlier. Which made Jason think, maybe maybe the guards didn't care if they broke out because they knew there was no way they'd survive the prison break.

It didn't take long until they reached the lake, the only light was the light of the moon reflecting off the lake. Jason swear he heard grumblings and heavy breathing. "Oh god, Derrick wasn't lying.. We've found Grundy". Jason thought to himself.

Just as he finished that thought, he heard an unfamiliar, very deep voice scream "LEAVE!!!". But instead of just running, Victor advised everyone to stand their ground and not be scared. Then out comes a figure from the water, nearly 7 feet by Jason's estimate but it was hard to tell with such little light. One of Victor's goons grabbed a nearby log and broke it across the back of Grundy's head. Grundy didn't move an inch. Seeing that, everyone was frozen in fear. Before everyone started to attack all at once. No matter what they try they're nothing but gnats to Grundy. A few guys jumps on his back, grabbing the meat clever out of his head and trying to hack at Grundy. Everyone else tries to restrain his limbs and hold on to the rope around Grundy's neck. But no matter what they try nothing works.

"Get your ass over here and help, Jason!" Victor shouts at him. "Leave Grundy alone!!!" Grundy bellowed into the night's sky. Then Grundy grabbed the men on his back, throwing them with ease back into the lake and some into the trees near by almost instantly killing them. His hands were so big and so strong, he was able to grab one man by the head and squeeze his head until his eyes popped out of his head. Then for the men at his feet, Grundy just lifted his legs one after the other and stomped down hard on their bodies, instantly shattering all the bones in their torsos and rupturing all their organs killing them with ease. Grundy killed everyone until all who remained was Jason and Victor. Victor gave one last punch to Grundy's face, breaking his own hand in the process. Then Grundy ripped apart his body limb by limb, and then big into Victor's neck ripping it off his torso with his mouth.

Jason was absolutely terrified. Grundy absolutely obliterated everyone in a few minutes with relative ease. Seeing all the now dead bodies, Jason does the only logical thing he can think of. He takes a knee and averts his eyes from Grundy. "Grundy no hurt you, you no hurt Grundy.. Grundy go home now, you go home now too." Grundy tells Jason. Before he leaves Jason says "Wait, before I go. Thank you, Grundy."

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