Nothing Wrong

3

I went to the bank to withdraw some cash then went to a sandwich shop I like that sells subs. I like them but never found out why they were called subs maybe I will look into it one day. One of the best things about this sandwich shop was the view out of the huge clear glass window. I watch people and make up little stories in my head about each person. I don't think about killing them here there are just too many witnesses. It pleases me that not everyone is an arse hole. Some might like me for just being me not to just make themselves feel good. Today seems like a slow day for the shoppers in town it must be the rain keeping them home. As I scan the street a man catches my eye. He is slim about five feet ten tall his head is shaved and he has some tattoos on his face. It isn't his appearance that has caught my attention but his demeanour. The tracksuit wearing man is acting strange. He is pacing up and down in front of a bench that has a rucksack on it. I watch as he unzips the backpack and pulls something out. I watch more interested now watching to try and see what he pulled out of the bag then I see him slip a knuckle duster on his hand and then place said hand in his pocket. The man has seen something and he grabs his bag. He isn't walking fast but he is focused I shove the last of my sandwich in my mouth and walk out chewing. It isn't clear what he is up to but I follow about ten meters behind. Up ahead a woman stops to look in a window the man does the same. He is clearly faking I stop and pull out a fag and spark it up watching him. Putting my lighter back in my pocket he starts walking again and I start. The woman goes into an ally way and the man starts to jog. My pace speeds up but I don't run. He turns into the ally and I can't see either of them now. When I get into the ally I see nothing but I hear a scream.

"Help! Someone, please help."

It has to be the woman I start to move paying attention to the sound my feet make or don't make. I see them fighting over her handbag. She has a good strong grip and he is being strangely quiet. His hand with the knuckle duster comes up in a threatening action. I am close now but not close enough yet. The woman sees me sneaking up behind him I put my finger to my lips. Hoping she stays quiet. The man is now in arms reach. What the fuck am I thinking? Who is this woman why am I getting involved? Fuck my body is in full motion. I'm wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling back. He grunts with the force that is bending his back the wrong way his chest is pushed up his weight is on me and his face is near mine. He is breathing through his mouth and his breath stinks like dog shit. An elbow strikes me in the ribs. The blow is had but not hard enough he tries again and I swing him around and see the woman running away. For now, it is just me and him. as we turn he loses his balance and falls. I go down with him. He lands on top of me. He tries to reverse head but me but he can't move his head enough with my arm tightening around his throat. My bicep is hurting with being tense for so long but I can't let him go. His wriggling is getting softer I can feel him losing strength. A hand slaps on the floor at the side of us I pay it no attention and carry on pulling my arm tighter using my other hand. Then he stops moving. I push his lifeless body off me. For some reason, I check to see if he is breathing. He is a quick glance around lets me know I'm on my own. I put the hood up on my coat and leave the ally. I'm soaked to the bone and want to get home. Head down I match to my car adrenaline pumps through my body and it is tingling. A few deep breaths before and I start to feel more like me.