I wasn't crazy. I had been following this guy all morning. Ever since I laid eye on him crossing the street I just knew he was up to now good.
I looked at the man from around the corner. There he stood.
His hair held in place by copious amounts of hairgel. Dressed in a fancy suit like he had no care in the world. Waiting for the light to turn green. Thinking he could hide in the masses. Well maybe from the police, but not from me.
I had seem him wield a small dark device while standing behind someone in line. He''d held it in front of him while looking at the screen. Why would he point it at the one in front of him, unless he'd just blasted the person. Giving him his P-rash.
I should stop him before he hurts anyone else. But I was waiting for the right moment. I needed enough other people to give me back up and see that I was the one that caught him.
The light turned green and he hurried to cross the street. I bolted from my hiding place so I wouldn't lose him. After a short walk he entered a convience store. Ofcourse, enough people there. His mistake, my victory.
I swiftly followed him. There he was, pretending to pick up a newspaper. Idiot, who reads these things anymore. I know a bad excuse to loiter when I see one.
My heart was pounding in my throat as I inched forward. He hadn''t noticed me yet. I closed the distance ending up right next to him.
I looked at the magazine stand. The glossies with their shiny covers didn''t interest me. I was biding my time.
The man grabbed a newspaper. I lunged at him. My full body weight slammed into the man, knocking him over.
"Ouch. What the hell are you doing?" He yelled at me.
"I've got you now you I prick." I pounced him.
My fists swinging at him, he could barely protect his face. People crowded around.
"I'm...not. HELP! STOP! PLEASE!"
"FUCKER!" I got up and kicked him in the sides when two strong arms grabbed me.
"Let go!" I struggled in their grip.
A burly man kneeled at the man's side. "Are you ok sir? Can you hear me?"
"Get away from him! He has a remote to change you!" I tried to save the man, but the other were holding me to tight.
The grounded man groaned in pain. The burly man patted his jacket and produced a small rectangular black slate.
"THAT'S IT!" I yelled.
"Someone call an ambulance!" The burly man yelled. Someone in the crowd hurried off. The burly man swiped his hand over the slate. The screen lit up a picture off a family showed.
"Let me go!" I tried to break free again.
"Settle down you. This is just a phone you freak." The man got up. "Take him away guys."
The two men holding me dragged me away. "No! PLEASE! I got him! I got one of the I5!"
In the distance I could hear the sirens from the ambulance coming closer.
