Life had never been easy for me. After-all, being born with such a rare birth-defect certainly had its low points. Especially the broken bones. Although I lead a some-what normal life, I had always felt an anger burning deep within. An anger at not only my predicament, but the world around me…
“Ma’am..” I called out as a tall blonde haired woman crossed my path. She glanced over as the dim streetlights danced over her shoulders, revealing a tender smile. A smirk grew across my face.
“I dropped my cell just a ways back, I can’t seem to reach it.. ” I said as I motioned toward the road that lay behind. With a push of a joystick my power wheelchair sped forward as she followed close behind. I pointed toward the ground near a large green waste bin.
“Sorry, I’m such a klutz..” I joked as she stepped forward and knelt down. A loud clatter echoed from above as a murder of crows scattered from the rooftops and took flight. Startled, the woman glanced up, only to scream out in pain.
My heart beat frantically.
A tall dark figure stepped out from behind the bin, gazing down at the ax that now protruded from the poor woman’s head. A thick flow of red wept from the wound while her body jerked and flailed for a moment, only to grow still and silent. I glanced up at the dark figure as a spurt of warm blood splashed across my face.
“James,” I whispered as a small chuckle escaped my lips.
"We’re getting good at this."