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The tapping of the shoes on the pavement was driving me crazy. The people in my way were driving me mad. I needed to get somewhere but every single imbecile on the street was in my way, taking their slow time getting to where ever they needed to go. Do they not know who I am? I am a very busy man with places to be and people to see! Huffing my way I skillfully maneuvered my way through this obnoxious crowd and hustled forward to get to my destination. Which of course was much more important than where these other baboons were going. Seriously, has anyone ever heard of picking up their goddamn feet and walking? I knew I was going to be late picking up Constance from the parlour, making me meaner than usual. I wouldn't classify myself as a bitter man, I simply did not enjoy putting up with other people's poppycock. But when it came to my sweet younger brother Constance there was nothing else in the world that mattered, hence the total disregard for my surroundings. Getting to him was the only thing I could focus on, the fact mother had sent him out shopping a full block away from home with all that has been going on for the past few days makes me absolutely infuriated. She could not have waited for me to stop by and we could go together so that it would be safer and I would simply have an excuse to see my darling brother. Dashing my way through the streets I rammed past all the people and saw that long blonde haired boy I adored standing outside of the parlour with the pastries mother had asked for. Quickly I scooped him up in my arms causing him to cry out with surprise until he realized who it was.

"Johnny!!!!" Wrapping his free arm around my neck, he laughed happily. Those rays of green that shined like the finest jewelry owned by the richest of people; more precious than the works of art in a museum. He looked extremely happy, yet his teeth were such a pale yellow colour they looked as though they hadn't been cleaned in days. His shirt was kinda ruffled and his pants were a little too short too, causing me to be concerned.

"Hey there, Constance. You went out to get the pastries right? You did not eat any now did you??" Ruffling his long hair, I set him down. A cheeky grin settled upon his face and he shook his head without a word. I knew he was lying, but he probably had a way to eat one without getting caught. The bastard was cunning for a seven year old. He wrapped his tiny hand in mine and we weaved our way through the crowd more slowly than I was going before. Idle chit chat rung like church bells around us all about the same blasted topic: the kidnapping of those four young girls. Apparently we were to have a meeting about it some time in the week but going was not mandatory therefore I made plans to go out with my darling Constance to the park. What was told to the public was that all these girls had similar traits of blonde hair and light green eyes which made me a bit nervous to say the least but I keep a constant eye on Constance so that something like this were not to be feasible. Mother had said she was going to go so I suppose she could fill me in when she returns. Constance looked up at me and said in a small voice.

"Johnny... They won't get me, right? Just because mommy says I should be a girl, I'm really a boy so I'm safe right?" He didn't look at me when he spoke, causing my heart to skip a beat. The fact that there is so sort of loon running about our peaceful town is bad enough but now he has my brother fearing for his life is simply awful. All I could do was smile and give him a silent nod.

Making our way back to our home, which was a quiet little apartment with two bedrooms on the second floor and every other necessity on the first we strolled in. Mother was in the kitchen as where she usually stays, or she is in the rest room reading the same books she would read to me as a child. I cleared my throat and she turned around, her tight brown curls strung around her face and neck. A smile spread on her face and she entered the family room, walking in long strides her simple pink gown flowing with her wind she made.

"Johnathan, welcome home I see you found Constance in one piece just as I said you would." Her brown eyes looked at my darling brother, no emotion in them whatsoever. I took a lot after my mother, my boyish good looks and all, but my father was a strong man standing proud and bold which didn't suit my limber build. He was made for lifting and I running or well... not doing any physical activity at all. No I am not lazy, but who in God's name would want to go on a jog in this awful murky weather? Those who belong in a loonie bin I tell you.