The Terrorist

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     I'm riding around, doing my nightly patrol looking down every alley as usual. When I see some guys beating a kid up. I make a skidding U-turn, turning both the lights on and go down the alley. The six guys, and the victim squint at the light. Before turning the bike off, I take my helmet off and put my mask on. I turn the bike off, keeping the lights on, it's silent now. I walk in front of the bike, and no one moves or talks for a while. I get a nervous feeling in my stomach looking at the people standing about twenty feet away from me. There are two seniors, one from my school. Three juniors, two from my school. Finally a sophomore not from my school and the kid who was getting beat up is a freshman.

     Something is wrong though. The freshman is, grinning at me. They all are, that can't be good. I grab my pipe, and one of the seniors reaches into his jacket. The other moves his hand to his back while one of the juniors reaches for his boot. I see pistol grips and take a step back. The others take knife out of there boots, or their sleeves, or pockets. Even the freshman. I analyze the situation and notice a butterfly knife, a switch blade, six inch hunting knife, and a spring assisted pocket knife. Also a Glock 22, a Colt Anaconda, and finally a Smith & Wesson M&P.

     This was all planned, I'm so screwed. They all start slowly walking towards me, I can't move. My mind is racing, thinking of anything I can do. Everything ends up with me getting hurt, bad. I still can't move, and they're getting closer. Eighteen feet, sixteen feet, fourteen feet. Now I can see there faces clearly. If I act quick, I can tell the authorities. Fuck, I can't do that or everyone will know who I am. My brain is now a mess of thoughts. Ten feet, tell the authorities in disguise. Eight feet, fight and get killed. Six feet, I see a flash and hear a bang.