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Just a normal day

I didn’t know what was happening really. And honestly I didn’t think it was such a big deal. I had just finished class, went to a fast food restaurant to get lunch. And like the picky eater I am, the moment I got the food and sat down, I started to omit the tomatoes from my tacos. I must’ve gotten some stares but I didn’t notice. And to be honest I didn’t really care. I hated tomatoes. Period. Except if it’s in ketchup or pasta sauce then I don’t really mind.

It took half an hour, but I ate everything, except the tomatoes of course. Taking a last sip of my drink, I picked up my bag and head out the door, walking the back to school to get some stuff done. Like any other normal day.

That’s when it happened.

Someone knocked into me causing me to stumble a bit. The guy just rushed off without so much as an apology. I was about to wave it off – I’m a careless person - , when I saw what it was he was holding as he was running.

MY WALLET!!!

THE SON OF A B**** TOOK MY WALLET!!!!

I’M SO GONNA KILL HIM!!!

Normally any other woman would just scream and cry wolf like a helpless damsel in distress. But I didn’t. I wasn’t really thinking actually, and now that I thought about it, what I did next was really stupid, not to mention reckless and dangerous.

But I didn’t really think about the danger or the consequences so…yeah…

I ran after him. I was lucky that I had placed most of my school stuff in my locker beforehand so my bag was pretty light, not to mention I can walk, and probably run faster than most people since I always walk to wherever I need to go. So I chased him. He seem to notice when he turned around so he picked up the pace. This was getting difficult. I can run yeah, but not for long.

So I did the first thing I thought of.

While running, I took out the first thing that was in my bag, which so happens to be a bundled up umbrella. And without even thinking I threw it at him.

HOLY SHIT I HIT THE MARK! HELL YEAH!!

Just when he turned around the umbrella hit him straight in the face, making him lose his balance on a stone sticking out and fall flat on his face. That’s twice now. I picked up the pace, and reached him just when he was getting up. Before he could though, I shoved my canvas covered foot down on his back, making his face kiss the floor again. That’s thrice now.

I quickly took my one of lanyards and bound his arms behind him messily but tightly, keeping them in one hand while I used my other to forcefully turn his face to the side.

“Give me back my wallet,” I hissed out, glaring holes at him. Oh yeah, I was kneeling now, one of my jean clad knees pressing into his back, putting my weight onto him so that he won’t escape.

“Get the f*** off,” He sneered, his muddy eyes glaring back at me. As if that will scare me.

I felt my anger increasing. So he wants to play rough now huh? I had no time for this. And that wallet has the money for this week’s food. I don’t want to withdraw more and even if I want to this asshole has my wallet; that has my cash and cards.

I heaved an angry sigh. I had no choice. I took out my Swiss knife that I bring everywhere with me, illegal or no, and whip out the blade part. I brought close to his neck. I saw his eyes bug out.

But then he forced out a laugh. “Hah! As if you know how to use that!”

“You’re not the first person I’ve killed.” I stated plainly. I started pressing it against his skin.

He must think I’m lying, seeing as I was only a college girl. But I didn’t think he would risk it, seeing the fear in his eyes. Even I wouldn’t, if my captor has a weapon. That means one thing.

He’s unarmed. Now I feel kind of bad. But what to do? He’s a guy, which means he’s stronger. Not to mention he still has my wallet.

“I-In my jacket.” He shakily admitted, both in fear and defeat.

I smiled brightly. Rummaging through his pocket, I finally found my lovely red and black leather wallet.

“That’s better.” I grinned.

Then I knocked him out, punching the side of his temple.

I let out a relieved sigh. That was tiring. It was only when I relaxed that I saw the people staring at us.

Ah well.

“Excuse me! Does anyone have duct tape?!”

When the police had finally arrived at the crime scene, they were bewildered by the sight. The pickpocket was slumped against the wall, unconscious. Duct tape was covering his mouth and binding his arms and legs behind him. Scratching his head slightly, one of the cops looked around to find a girl leaning against the wall, casually playing with her phone.

“Excuse me, miss.” The girl looked up.

“Do you know what happened here?” the cop gestured to the bound criminal who was now handcuffed, free of duct tape and being escorted by the other cop to the car.

“The guy pickpocketed someone who shouldn’t have been stolen from.” The girl answered simply.

“Hah,” the cop could only say, not really understanding. The communicator on the hip suddenly turned on a static voice coming from it. Turning around, the cop began to speak to it. After a while he finished. “Excuse me miss. Can you tell me-“

But when he turned around, the girl was nowhere to be seen.

A distance away from the scene, the same girl had her hood up and sighed, plugging her earphones back on.

Yep, another normal day. As an assassin that is.

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I... have no idea to where to begin to explain this. This is literally me in a sense, up until the burglar scene because I have never encountered one and I pray to God that I never will. Like in the story I was taking a walk to my fave fast food restaurant after class ended and I was listening to some instrumental aggressive music while walking. Then I suddenly had a thought of what if this happened to me, and i was high on adrenaline pumping music and... this scenario popped up.

Fair warning, do not ever attempt this. I do not want to be the one responsible for putting whatever weird idea that someone should do this if they were pickpocketed. Please don't. Just call the police or for help or something. This writing is just a result of wild imagination and high on epic instumental music.