It had been a hard day in office. Pushing buttons and serving customers can be very stressing, Jim thought. In his grey suit and black tie he looked like a normal guy returning home with all the others in public transportations. In fact he had always been quite normal, but with one exception: Since his childhood he had liked watching car accidents. Fast he learnt to force such situations. When he had been a child he couldn't await winters to hit cars with snowballs, perfectly hiding himself, while they were passing by. He never got caught. But once he had watched a hit driver losing control and crashing into a field. He never lost this picture of giving him omnipotent powers and having decision of life and death.
Normally he could control himself by watching videos one could find in huge amounts in internet or by looking these cheap highway patrol series on TV. But once in a week he had to follow his godlike fate. Today was Friday, streets would be full and Jim had decided on a special bridge to alive his intentions once again. So shortly after coming home he left again with two beers in his pockets and dressed in his grey jogging suit slowly walking in highways' direction. He had learnt not to catch attention and perfectionalized preparations on his lust. The first beer was drunken quickly and, after flying in a huge arc, crashed in thousand pieces on a parking space next to the crowded highways to rip some tires later.
At first Jim watched the traffic for some minutes and looked for a good hiding spot and planned his fast escape. The spot behind that pier was perfect and the escape route saved of views by lots of bushes. Not one person he could see to then. He remembered some good throws. Once he hit a transporter right on the front and the driver lost control. The car laid to one side and was squeezed like an orange by a following truck. Lots of glass flew through the air and it even had seemed there was a line of blood on the ground. The sounds of following sirens and that crazy blinking of lights enhanced Jim strongly and had made him very happy that day. It is a pity, he thought, the kick tones down. He compensated this well-known fact with training throwing skills and greatly enhanced chain reaction management. He thought about himself as the most normal person around.
He opened bottle number two - this one should be his projectile for today - and drained it in one big gulp. He took place on the position he had decided and made three tries on perfect movement. It was important to reach a good height on maximum impact. Carefully he watched the traffic on the other side of the bridge. When he had decided on a vehicle, a stretch limousine, he calculated the right moment of actions, his face filled with a huge smile and he let the bottle do its job. Like in slowmotion the bottle circulated in a huge bow above him and hit the car with loud noises. Cars behind were instantly breaking and the driver of the limousine lost control totally.
With huge satisfaction Jim followed the happenings. This one was a big reaction, two more cars crashed into the hit one, one caught fire within a second and exploded shortly after. Jim sang quietly: "She is a model...", but he wasn't able to end that line. An uncalculated piece of rearview mirror penetrated his forehead. He collapsed with blood squirting all over the bridge reaching even the highway.
Five months later he woke up out of coma in a hospital. When the nurse entered with the words: "Ahh, Jimboy, the big crasher is awake.", he wasn't able to form a sentence with his tongue and realized life like he had known it would end now. "We'll call police. Be happy, you didn't die. Luckily prisons always have free rooms for obscure ones like you. And this will be a long stay, be sure." She left and phoned police. The police again informed three dozens of surviving dependants. "What a chain reaction", Jim thought, when he was handcuffed, still not able to say a word. "I am normal, a grey mouse...", he still imagined.
Be careful always
What you think and do
You maybe harm someone.
