It was still dark. I waited quietly in the warehouse until the sirens could be heard no more. I waited a few minutes, just to be sure, then looked out of the window and scanned the streets. There was drunk man walking by, or maybe a just completely retarded one, for he babbled on about how diamonds had fallen from the sky when he was a little girl. It would have been quite entertaining, had there not been something more important on my mind.

I climbed out and headed towards the park where the paperboy would be making his route soon. I was not about to be shown up by a 13 year old! He almost cost me my freedom! He must be eliminated!

I started to sprint across the city, eager to arrive before I missed him. when I reached the park, I sat behind the bench I used to sleep on and waited for the paperboy. As I waited, however, I could not help but to notice the park's new development: a tree that looked as if it had exploded from the inside. Branches were strewn across the ground around it... wait, what is that?

I got up and walked towards the scene. The ground around one of the branches was dyed with a boy's blood. I looked over at the unfortunate being without emotion. Even the unnatural expression of terror fixed on the boy's face failed to evoke the slightest care.

I turned away from the scene and tried to find another object of interest to pass the time, but there was no need to, for my mind was now occupied with the paperboy, who was just now making the turn onto Baker street. I burst into a run straight towards him, not knowing what I would do if I actually caught him. Once he saw me, he immediately knew he was in danger... I could see it in his eyes. He tried to quickly turn around his bike, but by the time he did, I grasped his collar firmly and threw him to the ground. He rolled a few feet and despite his injuries, he got up and ran for his life.

I hopped on the bike laying in the street and petaled hard, not caring how tired I was. As soon as I caught up to him, I jumped off the bike and tackled him. He screamed and squirmed, making a hell of a riot, so I punched him hard in the stomach, making him lose his breath. He coughed and cried as I performed the heartless task of opening the lid to a nearby manhole and throwing his body in. His cries echoed all the way down.

I was satisfied.

Who... who could have seen me?

I pondered the question as I ran down an alley and made a quick turn into another.
Dead end. I turned around and as I approached the street, the megaphone from inside a speeding police car yelled the familiar phrase "STOP! POLICE!" I was caught, or was I? The car sped past. apparently pursuing another "hooligan" in a Miura. I was lucky, but luck can only get you so far.

I quickly made my way to the abandoned warehouse across the street where I smashed open a window and dove inside. I was safe, for now at least.

My mind slowed from all the recent excitement and, when I ceased my heavy breathing, began to bring back the question. Who ratted me out? It was dark... late night, maybe 4 or 5 o clock. Perhaps someone heard the commotion and looked out of their window to check what it was. No, it was too dark. No one would have been able to see my face clearly enough. In order to identify me in that darkness, someone would have had to know me before hand... seen my face multiple times so they could easily point it out. But I don't know anyone. I have been going solo for years now without a real companion. Who would have known me?

Just then, the warehouse creaked and moaned. There was the sound of something crashing and the flutter of old documents. There was another crash and a files-full of documents dropped heavily on my head. I brought my hands to my head and cringed in pain, but soon enough, the cringe was replaced by a wide-eyed realization.

"Lousy paperboy!"