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in his ears. He had heard the agonizing cries of his co-workers as they had been brought down and set upon by the mass of attackers. Before he ran, he had witnessed one officer being dragged to the floor and five or six people pile on top of him, clawing and biting at him. His high pitched screams had been cut off as one of the people had clamped their teeth around his windpipe and tore it away in a fountain of bright arterial blood that sprayed over their faces.
He continued to walk, constantly checking the shadows and over his shoulder. He was glad to be alive. He didn't feel much for the people he had left behind. He felt very little for anyone anyway, regardless of his current situation.
He had never allowed or wanted anyone to get close to him and he was happy in his own home , with his own company, without people prying. He knew he wasn’t normal and his dark thoughts and desires sometimes surfaced when he was behind closed doors, but he did his best to counter that by being a good policeman.
Tony never gave people the benefit of the doubt or showed leniency, even for the pettiest of offences. He had been known to chase kids around the streets in his squad car after witnessing them riding their bikes in a ‘no cycle zone’.
Once he had been suspended after being accused of hitting a young offender, but nothing came of it due to lack of evidence and the child having a record of anti-social behaviour. It was around that time that Tony had decided to take his frustrations out on the scum of the streets by making their lives difficult and stopping to question them at their every turn.
But in his private life, his behaviour had become more disturbing. He just couldn’t help himself. At first he had fought with his morals and he knew that his urges and the movies he liked to download were wrong, but still, they satisfied his distorted needs. They excited him, and afterward he always felt calm and content.
Tony had never been well liked, even as a child. He had always been viewed as an outsider. Of average height and slight build, his appearance was unassuming, and with his balding hair and deeply lined but soft -featured face, he gave the impression of a hard-working friendly man, but he always harboured inner demons that he fought with from a young age, until finally giving in to them in later life.
He joined the police force and had found a new calling in life. He enjoyed being a police officer , even though many of his colleagues viewed him with suspicion and avoided working closely with him. He tended to rant to himself in a whispered tone and, more than once, fellow police officers had voiced their concerns about his mental status.
But Tony had accepted that he was different, and after finally admitting to himself about what made him tick, he had discovered a new peace within himself.
He heard footsteps behind him. The rapid hard pounding footsteps of someone sprinting along the street, and they were getting louder. Tony glanced to his left and right for somewhere to hide; he saw a low wall that was topped with a chain link fence. There was a gap where there would’ve normally been a heavy sliding gate, but it had been left open and he ducked behind it, out of sight from the street.
Crouching in his hiding p lace, he raised his head slightly and peered through the gaps in the chain link. Further down the street he could see a dark figure creeping along the wall of the warehouses across from him. He couldn’t tell whether it was friend or foe, and remained still and concealed in the shadows.
The figure came closer and he could soon distinguish the uniform of a police officer in riot gear. Whoever it was, they were hurt and limping. The officer stopped and dropped into a squatting position against the wall of the warehouse. Tony strained his eyes to see if he recognised them. He couldn’t, but he could hear sobs, and they sounded feminine.
He squinted at the end of the street, he saw no one else
He continued to walk, constantly checking the shadows and over his shoulder. He was glad to be alive. He didn't feel much for the people he had left behind. He felt very little for anyone anyway, regardless of his current situation.
He had never allowed or wanted anyone to get close to him and he was happy in his own home , with his own company, without people prying. He knew he wasn’t normal and his dark thoughts and desires sometimes surfaced when he was behind closed doors, but he did his best to counter that by being a good policeman.
Tony never gave people the benefit of the doubt or showed leniency, even for the pettiest of offences. He had been known to chase kids around the streets in his squad car after witnessing them riding their bikes in a ‘no cycle zone’.
Once he had been suspended after being accused of hitting a young offender, but nothing came of it due to lack of evidence and the child having a record of anti-social behaviour. It was around that time that Tony had decided to take his frustrations out on the scum of the streets by making their lives difficult and stopping to question them at their every turn.
But in his private life, his behaviour had become more disturbing. He just couldn’t help himself. At first he had fought with his morals and he knew that his urges and the movies he liked to download were wrong, but still, they satisfied his distorted needs. They excited him, and afterward he always felt calm and content.
Tony had never been well liked, even as a child. He had always been viewed as an outsider. Of average height and slight build, his appearance was unassuming, and with his balding hair and deeply lined but soft -featured face, he gave the impression of a hard-working friendly man, but he always harboured inner demons that he fought with from a young age, until finally giving in to them in later life.
He joined the police force and had found a new calling in life. He enjoyed being a police officer , even though many of his colleagues viewed him with suspicion and avoided working closely with him. He tended to rant to himself in a whispered tone and, more than once, fellow police officers had voiced their concerns about his mental status.
But Tony had accepted that he was different, and after finally admitting to himself about what made him tick, he had discovered a new peace within himself.
He heard footsteps behind him. The rapid hard pounding footsteps of someone sprinting along the street, and they were getting louder. Tony glanced to his left and right for somewhere to hide; he saw a low wall that was topped with a chain link fence. There was a gap where there would’ve normally been a heavy sliding gate, but it had been left open and he ducked behind it, out of sight from the street.
Crouching in his hiding p lace, he raised his head slightly and peered through the gaps in the chain link. Further down the street he could see a dark figure creeping along the wall of the warehouses across from him. He couldn’t tell whether it was friend or foe, and remained still and concealed in the shadows.
The figure came closer and he could soon distinguish the uniform of a police officer in riot gear. Whoever it was, they were hurt and limping. The officer stopped and dropped into a squatting position against the wall of the warehouse. Tony strained his eyes to see if he recognised them. He couldn’t, but he could hear sobs, and they sounded feminine.
He squinted at the end of the street, he saw no one else
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