One day David was getting hit more than normal, his father had sold the family cow and had an extra amount of cash to purchase boos with. Of course the purpose of selling the cow was not to buy boos it was to pay debt but instead his father had bought more boos, so now they had no cow, too much debt and an exceptionally drunk father. Perhaps the practice had payed off, he was certainly hitting much harder and the car was nearly completely intergrated with the tree out front. That was an achievement of sorts David guessed.
Well Davids face was a bit beat up and bleeding properly when his father decided to try him out as a wrecking ball, well it may have not been the aim but it was the result. David was thrown completely through the living room wall. The funny thing was he didn't feel the pain, and if that wasn't odd enough his face no longer hurt. His father seemed upset at the outcome so perhaps a wrecking ball wasn't what he had in mind and decided to hit him some more. At this point something even more unexpected happened, it didn't hurt, not even a little bit.
His father on the other hand did feel pain, apparently quite a bit of pain, so much so that he sat down and cried. He cried and cried for three days. After the first few hours he threw up then passed out, but as soon as he was awake he cried some more. After a while he no longer shed tears, he must have run out, but he kept on crying. Every six or seven hours he would throw up and pass out for a short time but it kept up for three days. He ended up loosing his job but with his constant drinking problem he never kept a job for long anyway.
David did not pay much attention to his father while he cried but his mother did, she tried to feed him and tried to get him to bed but he just sat on the floor, refused food and water and sleep, except for the occasional pass out. No David had something else on his mind, why did he go straight through a wall and not feel pain? The wall was built with two by four studs and he had taken out two on his way through, but he didn't so much as bruise. On the second day of his fathers crying binge David was walking along a dirt path and found himself at the doorstep of an abandon old farm house. David had never known anyone to have lived there, it had probably been fifty years he guessed.
David decided on an experiment, he went inside with a purpose, not to admire the art on the walls or profane words left by older boys but to see if he could cause himself pain. It had only been a day since his old companion had left him, he didn't miss it but wondered if it was gone for good. He took three deep breaths and ran straight at the far wall. Hitting it head on at full speed and went right through it. The old house laughed, at least that's what it sounded like. But to Davids surprise he did not feel pain. He tried another and another and another blasting large David sized holes in each wall, with each the old house laughed louder and louder. David laughed along with that old house and continued to run through walls until most of them had so many David sized holes in them that there was really no where else to put a proper David sized hole.
David felt nothing, except a slight sense of accomplishment. After all he had done a good job of making holes in walls. The old house began to laugh with so much delight that it fell right down on its self with David still inside. David stood in the middle of the front room floor where the roof came down right on top of him. David just made one last hole right through the roof and there he stood in the middle of the front room with the roof of the house sitting all around him. How odd he thought and walked on home.
David finally put something together that had not occurred to him before. It was on his fifteenth birthday almost two and three quarters of a year later. He had laid awake the night before wondering how he could run through a wall and make David sized holes, it was one thing to feel no pain but for his size and weight he should not be able to break through walls, at least according to his science teacher at Hill Side High. No it didn't make scientific sense at all. But he knew it to be true, he had done it, many times in fact. He had demolished every old abandon farm house in his town and the next and had moved on to brick walls and even cement walls. He had even once smashed a David sized hole in an empty trash dumpster, he checked to make sure it was empty before he had ran into it and of course out the other side. It had been great fun but a bit noisy.
Later that year David had tried out for football, since he could not be tackled and could knock down guys three times his size he was put on the team straight away. His father came to every game and cheered louder than any other parent in the stand. His father had given up his old hobby of drinking and got a new one, sitting around in a circle and talking about drinking, which stuck David as odd but since he no longer hit his mother, David was fine with it. His father had even kept the same job for over two years and on occasion brought his mother flowers, which was also fine with David but what David enjoyed even more was the bacon his father brought home.
Despite his enjoyment of football, David had opted not to take any of the many offers to go to college and play some more, Instead he had decided to join the military and see the world. Strangely enough he never got to see the places he wanted to. He only got to see places that had some kind of trouble. He had been given a helmet that he rarely wore and a rifle that he rarely shot. For the most part he had no idea why they were where they were or what the fight was about or who had started it, he also had no feelings that inspired sufficiently to make him want to win it. He liked the guys around him and did what he could to protect them, so far he had been shot three times one of them in the head. It was one of the rare occasions he was wearing his helmet and the bullet had gone straight through making a bullet sized hole right in the front. Of course the bullet did not make a bullet sized hole in his head rather it had curled up and fallen in his lap. He stuck it in his pocket and looked at it every once in a while at night when he couldn't sleep. That bullet sized hole in his helmet is how he got a his nick name Hard Head, which he didn't care for but since the guys loved to talk about it and laugh he figured he would let them.
One day David and the guys were taking cover from heavy fire when all of a sudden a grenade plopped right down in the middle of them. David quickly grabbed it and stuck it under his armpit and held it tight. It was this incident that brought him to meet one Dr. Willard Burton who asked a lot of questions and hooked up a lot of wires to David. He printed off sheets and sheets of little squiggly lines as he did various tests on Davids attitude, hitting him with objects as small as little rubber hammers to as large as baseball bats, also burning him with things like cigarette lighters and blow torches. None of which hurt but it did lead to their final discussion some year and a half later about why David was different. It seems that Davids brain sends billions of little electrical pulses to his muscles and even skin creating a nearly rock solid protective layer that absorbs the energy being exerted on him. It also worked a bit like a jack hammer so when he hit something it was like he hit hundreds of times in an instant instead of just once. He talked for quite some time about a lot of things, none of which made much sense to David but he politely listened until he was done then excused himself and went on home. He had scene enough of the world and had decided that he liked his little town best of all and had no desire to be anywhere else.
However on his way home he came across a group of men who had had too much to drink and were being very rude to a very pretty young lady with blond hair and red lipstick and white skin. Well except for the purple spots on her face. David politely asked them to stop to which they responded by taking turns hitting him with bottles and and chains and bats, none of which hurt at all but he did hit back this time, causing a lot of damage to teeth and noses and finally to several very shiny motorcycles that belonged to the very rude men. Then he turned to the young blonde lady and helped her to her feet and walked her all the way to her house.
Now David lives in a home not three miles from where he grew up with a lovely blonde wife with red lipstick and white skin and a young son named Brian who plays football for Hill Side High. And strangely enough there are several old barns in the area with Brian sized holes in the them.
