Widow's Peak (Ch.4)

Sarah scaled the side of Big Ben without anyone noticing and finished her ascent right beside the famous clockface, allowing herself a quick look out across the London skyline. A few days had passed since she'd been spurned by Jason, since she'd woven yet more of Samson's hair into her own, making the former assistant even bigger and stronger than before. Having caused a bit of a stir, she was a wanted woman, but she easily evaded the law and wandered from place to place in the city, testing her increased strength whenever the opportunity presented itself.

In fact, she had just come from yet another gym where she easily lifted the heaviest weights available, and even started to bend the bar to boot, terrifying onlookers. Again, the authorities were called and then arrived, but she just outran them like before. She was Sarah, the unstoppable! But "Sarah" was such a boring, ordinary name, she thought. She needed something new that better reflected her stature now. As she thought about it some more, she climbed back down the other side and onto the roof of parliament. When she reached the street again, her tall, majestic form startled everyone. She walked across the road next and tore a round stone bollard off of the street.

"I couldn't break this sort of thing before, but now...?"

As she tailed off, she dug her fingers into the sphere, and it began to crack. It wasn't long before it shattered in her beautiful yet brutish hands.

"Exciting," she whispered to herself before leaping away from the gathered crowd and jumping across the rooftops towards an even more populated part of the city.

As she did so, Jason was checking himself into the hair clinic. Ordinarily, the procedure would be as painful as it was long, but Jason secretly knew he didn't have to worry about any of that. The specialist was surprised at his request for long stands to be implanted into his scalp and informed him about the subsequent discomfort and loss before regrowth, but the patient didn't heed the warning. Jason wanted it done over the course of a few hours and not in a day or two. Extreme or not, he felt the long ordeal would be worth all of the suffering, and knew there would be no actual loss in the end, only gains.

Hours passed, but eventually a huge chunk of Samson's mighty hair that Jason had found alongside Sarah in that cave in Italy and had brought to the clinic was implanted successful into his now raw, red scalp.

"There," said the specialist, Anne, sitting back and stretching her stiff shoulders and arms. "I'm happy to say it's finally over, Mr. Peak. Over for us both! Now, again, I have a lot of advice for you. From dealing with the initial pain to the-"

As she spoke, however, Jason's eyes cracked open. He could feel power surging inside. Anne noticed something, too. The muscles of his arms began to shudder in an unnatural way. Surprised by this, she rolled the chair she was resting on in reverse until she backed herself up against the nearby counter. She was about to call her superior but was left stunned by Jason's change.

He grunted as he fell off the chair and tried to steady himself. This was different than before. Different than when Sarah had transformed. She had only had a few strands of the magical hair attached but the balding Jason had taken most of the legendary warrior's barnett. He wasn't just going to become a little like Samson, he was going to become just like him. As if Samson were reborn.

Thus, his muscles began to expand to biblical levels, tearing through his top. His legs followed, and he soon grew up towards the ceiling of the clinic, roaring as he did so. This short burst would be the only pain he would feel post-implants. The hair had completely healed his scalp and he knew that within a day or so it would merge with the rest of his own and the change would become permanent.

When finished, he was about nine foot tall and insanely musclebound. In fact, his body could barely be contained now in the remaining rags. He moved his arms back and forth, staring in awe at what he had just become. There was no Samson anymore, there was only the mighty Jason, and he was thrilled.

Anne, meanwhile, was as in awe as he was, but also frightened at the extraordinary scene that had just unfolded in front of her. She reached out instinctively to touch his gigantic muscles but he didn't even notice her now and strode away. He only had the mind to do one thing: find Danica.

Yet, as this new behemoth walked over to the door to leave, he found it too small for him to exit. So, fustrated, he decided to escape the building a different way, easily punching through a corresponding wall revealing the city outside. They were a few floors up but that was of little concern to this super-man, and he merely dropped himself off the side and landed safely on the street below. He caused a slight tremor, however, and left a small crater upon impact, causing some nearby Londoners to flee. Again, he wasn't too concerned. He felt above them all now. Those who remained could look on in fear, he thought, waltzing powerfully off in the direction of home.

Anne, meanwhile, continued to stare down at him through the large hole he had just made in the building. After a moment or two she turned round on her heel and glanced at the remaining hair on the table that she hadn't needed to implant. The penny finally dropped then and caused a big toothy grin to appear across her face. She scooped it up subsequently and took it with her, fleeing the ensuing chaos.

Chaos was indeed what Jason was creating as he continued to stomp through the streets of London, slamming puny cars out of his way and easily jumping through the air to quickly bypass small buildings. In this way, he was making his own shortcuts. It wasn't long, however, before he fell foul of the local police, too. While unsure as to who this long-haired adonis was, they still felt the need to stop him in his tracks and so raised their guns, nervously ordering him to halt.

It wasn't the first report of someone like this on the loose in the city, of course, with Sarah fresh in their minds, but this character was even bigger and stronger than her. Despite their efforts, through, there was no stopping the emboldened Jason who easily brushed them aside and even picked up one of their squad cars with one hand and flung it away.

They reacted with extreme force then and opened fire, but he took no notice as the projectiles merely bounced off of his invincible skin, and he continued on his trek. As he did so, he spared a moment to stop and stare at himself in the reflections of windows and the like. He loved this new, seemingly invincible, and much more virile version of himself.

"Peak in name, and now peak in nature!" he joked before passing a hand through his incredible full, lush, long hair. From widow's peak to tip, it glowed vitality, and all he needed to do now he felt was present himself to the unsuspecting Danica. If she enjoyed Tom's hair, if she thought his was perfect, wait until she saw Jason's.

But first, there was Sarah to deal with.

"I saw you on the big screen in Piccadilly!" she cried from down the street. "I might have known you'd give in, but I didn't think you'd go this far with it, hypocrite."

"I don't have time for you now," he said. "As I said before, now that we're home, we should let everything go back to normal."

"Normal?!" she laughed, flexing her huge bicep before looking at his gigantic size. "This isn't normal. There's no going back to normal for us."

"Right now I'm going back to Danica, though."

"Out of jealousy?" wondered Sarah. "That's exactly why she taunted you in the first place."

"No, I wanted the younger model, and so did she. Well, now I'm the ultimate model."

Sarah became angry, growling at him.

"OK, if that's the way it's going to be, then I know where I stand. And because you hurt me, I'm going to hurt you back! You said I needed "fixing", well, I'm going to fix you instead."

She began running down the street at him. Jason, in reaction, merely steadied himself and easily gathered her up, throwing her straight over his head and on top of a parked car.

"You don't understand," he started, "You only have a portion of the strength, but I have it all. You can't defeat me. No one can. I can only defeat myself."

As he spoke, Sarah tore down a lamppost and swung it at his face; but the blow only damaged the post itself.

"See, no pain."

He then walked over to her and stood above her with his shadow blocking out the sun for a moment. Brave as she was, Sarah was unnerved in this moment and took a step back. He flicked a finger at her head, sending her flying against a wall, and as she tried to recover, he crashed in with a raised elbow and pinned her against the crumbling wall. He grabbed her then by the shoulders and lifted her sore body off the ground without mercy.

"You're so strong and beautiful, Sarah, but it's still over between us. We're done," he said. "But if it makes you feel any better, just known that Danica will pay for what she's done, too, when I'm finished with her."

He dropped her then and leapt into the air back in the direction of he and his wife's home, leaving a rattled and despondent Sarah on the ground behind. She managed to pull herself away from the scene when more of the police arrived, and made for a quiet alley where she took refugee and licked her wounds. She couldn't believe how powerful he was now.

There had to be a way to get back at him, she thought. Sarah might be "strong" and "beautiful" as he said, but that apparently wasn't enough to overcome her former lover. Not physically, not romantically. She was losing faith in herself and had never felt more alone. However, as she stared across at the far wall of the alley, she noticed the graffiti painted over a number of generic posters. She studied said advertisements for a second until she noticed one from what looked like the 19th century. The type of faux-retro thing that someone might put up in their cafe, or even their room. While understandably somewhat faded, she could just about make out the image of an old-fashioned strongwoman on it, with the words "Zulima" and "The Lady Samson" written around them.

As far as she was concerned, this was an omen. And in that quiet laneway she felt a change of a different kind occur. Not one in body, but in mind. It was her personality that transformed. Sarah was, indeed, no more. She had decided to become a new version of Zulima instead, and also convinced herself that she would become "Lady Samson" in the end. That was how she'd get her own back on Jason, on Danica, on everyone.

She drew herself up then with a newfound confidence. Finally, she had a name to match her new self, and as she walked out of the lane, she easily overpowered the police, as "Zulima" feared no one now. Not even Jason.

When Jason himself had finally arrived at his destination, he didn't even knock. He instead grabbed the side of the brick building and tore the whole wall off, revealing a shocked Danica in the upstairs area.

"What have you done?!" she cried.

"You know what I've done," he grumbled, climbing up to the second floor. "I used the hair and made myself better."

"Better for whom?" she wondered aloud.

"For me," he replied, flexing his biceps. "But go on, have a feel. I'm a hundred times the man now that your bit on the side is."

Danica, indeed, couldn't help herself and copped a feel. She was intoxicated with just how hard and full his muscles were. It really was like as if Samson had come back to life. Jason, for his part, wanted to first give her a taste of his new form before spurning her as punishment. It was all in order to give her a taste of her own medicine, yet also loved the idea of getting the better of Tom and showing how easily he could take his wife back. Thus, he allowed her to worship his muscles some more, and then, of course, his hair. Indeed, she took great pleasure combing through it with her fingers.

It wasn't long before they'd both removed his rags and looked upon him in all of his glory. Danica then removed her own clothes and stood below him, dwarfed by his sheer size. Despite Jason originally wanting to just win her back over only to then teach her a lesson, they instead made love there and then, not caring if any watched them through the ruined and open side of their home as, in that moment, they were lost and trapped in their own little blissful world. In spite of himself, the enlarged Jason fell a little in love with the now diminutive Danica all over again. He didn't want to forgive her for her indiscretions, but realized that Danica obviously had forgiven him for his seedy adventures with Sarah.

As the sun finally began to set and the dying light illuminated the curves of Jason's massive muscles, they both found themsleves laying peacefully together on their bed; destroyed now as it was. Jason drifted off and had the best sleep he had had in ages, yet Danica hadn't nodded off at all. As she watched his huge chest rise up and down, and as he began to snore, she quietly rose herself up out of the bed and covered herself over with a black silk dressing gown. She stared down at the sleeping mass monster then whose change had become permanent as Samson's hair merged with his own, until a look of disdain slowly appeared on her face.

"If you're the modern Samson," she whispered, "Then what does that make me?"

She tip-toed over to her vanity and opened a drawer; reaching in while turning her head to check on him again. She then pulled a scissors out from the darkness and placed the handle between her fingers. When ready, she walked slower than before back to the bed and laid next to her unsuspecting, slumbering husband.

Thus, she started to put her hand through his hair suggestively again and caressed his scalp, before her demeanour changed once more, and she yanked it hard. She then took the scissors, and this modern Delilah got to work with a devilish smirk on her face.

"You know, I always wanted extensions!"

To be continued...