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“I
have better things, please.”
    I peered around
the corner at the scene unfolding. The woman was down on her knees, tears
streaming down her face as she peered up at the man standing over her. He was
three times her size and dressed all in black. I lucked out with his back
facing toward me.
    “I said give me
that fucking ring.” He reached his hand out and knocked her across the top of
her head with his fist. Blood started streaming down the side of her face
instantly.
    A pounding began
in the side of my neck and traveled down my entire body but I controlled
myself, willed myself to not make a move until the moment was absolutely
perfect. I waited a few more seconds and then inched forward slowly.
    The older woman’s
eyes went wide when she saw me. She probably assumed I was with the douchebag.
I shook my head and raised my finger to the lips of my mask, trying to
communicate with her to not lead on that I was there.
    But like so many
times before the combination is too much and her fear overwhelmed her body,
causing her to let out a high pitched scream. The guy looked startled for a
second and then swung around, following her gaze.
    “What the fuck?”
He said, looking me up and down like I was from another planet. He shook his
head and then lunged at me, swinging both of his fists but I had anticipated as
much.
    I blocked his
first swing with little effort and then swiftly twisted his other arm behind
his back, turning his body away from me. He squirmed under my touch but I just
twisted harder, holding him in place.
    “Ahhhhh,” he
yelled. “Okay, okay, you got it, you got it.”
    The woman looked
confused now, water still falling from her face. It was all mixed with the
blood now. She took a few steps back from us, staggering each time she tried to
get on her feet.
    “FUCK! LET GO OF
ME!”
    “Call the cops,” I
told the woman. “Now.”
    She shook her head
back and forth. “I don’t… I don’t… he took my phone.”
    I twisted the
guy’s arm even further into his back, causing his screams to explode even
louder. “Shut up,” I hissed into his ear. “You don’t get to cry, you don’t get
to act like your feelings or pain matters even a little.”
    I dug my hand into
his pocket and pulled a phone and bunch of money out. I tossed it toward the
lady and she shook her head. I rolled my eyes then dug into his other pocket
and pulled out another phone. I tossed it to her when she nodded. This guy was
unbelievable.
    The poor woman
gasped for breathe and looked back and forth between the two of us, terrified
that maybe this was some kind of trick or test. Not that I could blame her, the
whole situation was a little crazy.
    “Relax.” I tried
to make my voice soothing through my voice box. “I’m not going to hurt you but
you need to call 911 right now.” The slime in my hands twisted around in an attempt
to throw my on my back and I kneed him in the back, sending pain shooting up
and down his bones.
    Her eyes grew wide
and she unlocked her phone, pushing in the number.
    I took the
opportunity to pull the crook into the side closet forcefully. I shoved him on
the ground and kicked him in the shin before I started digging in my bag for
some rope.
    “What do you want
from me, bro?” He inched closer to me. “You want a piece of the pot is that it?
You got it, you got it, we can split whatever we pull off here today.”
    I laughed and
yanked him up off the ground by the tip of the arm I’d already injured. It made
me sick how he thought I was anything like him, it was guys like him who had
killed my father, guys like him who had no type of value in human life. He cried
out in pain but I just rolled my eyes and tied his hands up before shoving him
back down into the closet. “Don’t be so damn dramatic. It doesn’t hurt that
bad, imagine what the woman you slap around go through every night.”
    He spat out a lump
of blood and salvia all over the floor and looked up at me with confusion and
pure