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It was supposed to be simple, he was
just a defenseless old man. Admittedly, I was desperate and valued a quick buck
over the old man's health and safety, so maybe I deserved it. Yet, I can't help
but think this is more bad luck than instant karma.
It began normal enough, the old man
took a wrong turn into a dark alley obscured from view. He had a nice watch
that peeked out from below his sleeve, he was likely a little wealthy. There I
was, perched behind a dumpster, as I lied in wait for a fool like him to cross
my path. The second he moved past me I jumped out from the shadows and pointed
my gun at him. It wasn't loaded, hell I don't think it would have worked even
if it was loaded, but he didn't need to know that.
"Give me your money," I
threatened, "and that fancy watch." I shoved the gun in his face, but
he was unfazed.
"Don't wave that toy around son
you'll put your eye out," he scolded me.
"Shut up old man," I
puffed my chest out, "this is a robbery you senile old fool. Now hand over
your valuables or else."
"Or else what?" The man called
my bluff, "You'll shoot me with that toy?"
"Oh I see, you think I'm
bluffing," I pressed the gun to his head, "feel that, cold hard
steel."
"I never said you were
bluffing," the old man scoffed, "it's simply that you pose no danger
to my life."
"What're you yammering on
about?" I asked.
"You. Are. Not. A.
Threat," he clarified, "let me demonstrate." He waved his hand
and suddenly I was thrown across the alley like a ragdoll.
"What?" I stammered in a
daze, unable to even pick myself off the ground. He snapped his finger and my
gun began to dismantle itself before it melted into the ground. As though it
were butter on a hot stove.
"Maldicionderqual," he muttered in some
indescribable language. "Now suffer for your foolishness." Nothing
happened for a few moments, but then I felt a wave of nausea overtake me. First,
my stomach began to twist itself into a metaphorical knot. Next, my whole body
felt a sudden surge of pins and needles. Then my head throbbed with a bout of
migraines, and it only got worse. My whole being felt as though it was about to
rip itself apart. My blood seemed like it would burn through my veins at any
moment and my brain wanted to crawl out my head.
"Ma..ke..it..sto.." I
managed to croak out.
"No," the old man refused,
"what did you call me again? Oh yes, a 'senile, old fool,' why should I
help someone who insulted me so?"
"I...m..sor-" I tried to
apologize through the pain.
"Save your breath," he
snapped at me, "for you have precious little of it left. Do not worry I
will not kill you, honestly, that would be a kindness now. Instead, I will let
you wallow in your misery for a while longer. Then maybe you'll find something
better to do than attempt to rob your elders."
"uhhhh.." I let out a
gargled cry.
"No one will believe you,"
he spat on me, then walked out of sight and left me to my horrific pain.
Sometimes you encounter things that
defy reasoning and common sense. Things that have no apparent logical
explanation. Usually, there is one, you just need to line up the fact just
right or ask a smart enough person. That's not the case here, it was simply
supernatural. I let this fact linger in my mind as I considered my life choices
while I continued to wallow in pain.
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You never know who that random person on the street may be...Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy.
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