Tim hated people.
More like people hated him.
It was mutual.
He thought a lot about how things are and the way they were, you could call him a stalker, he hated people but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to observe.
He was a Violent, Smoking, Pill Popping, Wallflower.
He'd wait on the street corners taking deep inhales of cancer as he watched lives go by, he's seen car accidents, he's seen proposals, he's seen shootings, and he's seen assaults.
Good and Bad, through it all.
When he wasn't watching people he was at the dingy little cabin in the woods he called home, or selling drugs on the street, he was a famous street dealer.
And once you've gotten in Tim's system, there's no way out.
He was currently walking home, nothing extraordinary on his mind, smoking a cigarette under the night sky, seeing his breath along with the smoke at the brisk weather.
Over the bridge, follow the trail in the woods and then he was homebound.
Simple directions he followed every day.
So why did it all have to change?
Home was close, just a little ways, there was nothing to fear in these woods because everything in these woods feared him.
When he heard the rustling in the bushes he thought nothing of it, probably a squirrel or a bird, but then it seemed to be much larger.
"Tic Toc Goes the Clock!" An insane laughter filled Tims ears and he whipped his head around to see nothing.
And then something.
A boy.
The male ran right pass him.
Then stopped after about 10 feet, before turning around, under the muzzle like object strapped to his face he was smiling as he stared directly at Tim.
And then he charged.
Tim was at first surprised that there was even another human life form in the woods but quickly snapped out of it, he tripped the boy up who instantly fell on his face not using his arms.
Because he couldn't, he was wearing a straightjacket.
Tim took a moment to watch the boy struggle to get up, wiggling and squirming around like a helpless newborn animal.
And that horrible ear splitting screech that came from his mouth, Tim wasn't even sure mother nature would allow that sound to be human.
After a few more seconds of this Tim simply nudged him with his foot and he shut down, his screaming cut itself off and he went completely limp.
Tim wasn't sure what to do, he scanned over the boy, taking in detail, not only was he wearing a straightjacket but also a hospital gown of some sorts, his skin was actually so pale it was a light shade of grey and his hair was brown but completely matted, actually the boy was over all filthy and smelled like sweat, blood and urine.
Tim wasn't sure what to do, he avoided police at all cost so that was out of the question, he could leave him but he had a feeling that wouldn't make the problem go away, killing was another option but that meant hiding the body and that was to much work.
Or he could take him back to his place which would be a total pain.
He had to smoke a whole cigarette, watching the boy twitch and fidget occasionally before finally sighing and grabbing the boys ankle and dragging him along home.
He was actually surprisingly light for dead weight.
Which made Tim wonder what the hell happened to this boy and who the hell was he.
