The troll under the bridge was hungry. As usual. The trolls mother lived under the Golden Gate Bridge, but he lived under a rickety old thing that would likely collapse the moment anybody heavy got on. But still, he got food. Sometimes. Not often, but enough to go by. But his mother got to eat whole cars of people... Footsteps

above. No voices. Either one or a few not speaking. He chanced it, and scurried up to the bridge, which groaned under his

weight, and faced the two people. Friends, matching green t-shirts, both looking at him in surprise. The troll roared, and the friends shrieked. The first lashed out, catching the trolls chest, but not even harming the troll.

The second seemed paralyzed, and the troll lunged for him. He screamed, turned to run, but tripped over his feet, and the troll walked over casually

and scooped up the boy, who started struggling and kicking. The other rammed the troll from behind, and the troll easily knocked him over. The one in his hand he ate straight away, the other he decided to keep as a snack, for the future. The troll scurried under the bridge, locked the screaming friend in a rather flimsy cage, and sat down. He was asleep almost immediately after, but the boy only stopped screaming an hour later. When the troll woke up, the boy was asleep, and there was more footsteps on the bridge. The troll smiled. It never hurt to have more food.

At the top of the bridge, the troll saw a man with a mustache, in a white t-shirt and black pants, with brown shoes. Oddly, he was smiling at the troll. Then the troll registered that the man was holding a sword. The troll yelped, and rolled away as the man swung the sword. The man was relentless. He flipped away from every strike, and lunged at every opening in the trolls defense. The troll, seeing he was going to lose, leaped into the river, and swam away. The man was still smiling, leaning on the sword. His name was Firstname