I practice martial arts and all, so I know I’m in good shape. But when it comes to running, I have a really short span. I just can’t do the marathon.
So I was having trouble closing the gap between me and this crazy asshole who stole the baby girl I was trying to save. But finally I caught a break when he reached the door to the apartment complex.
He kept buzzing the intercom, apparently trying to reach someone. So he obviously didn’t know that this apartment was shady as fuck, and that the lock didn’t work. So from that I deduced he didn’t live there. Which means he must know someone.
This was going to be completely crazy if he was going to Shree’s apartment. Not that it wasn’t completely crazy already.
Anyway. He eventually realized that he could just waltz on in to the apartment, and he did just that. Fortunately, though, the time he spent furiously buzzing the intercom enabled me to catch up. I quickly entered the apartment complex, and could hear his feet galloping up the stairs. In spite of the situation, I almost had to laugh: this guy really did have a strange way of running, and the fact that he was climbing stairs while holding a baby was only adding to the hilarity.
Well now I really had no idea what to do. He was running up the stairs, but I still had no idea where he was going. There were like 20 apartments in the building, so the chances of me randomly guessing the right one were pretty slim. I tried to catch up to him by running up the stairs, but eventually I heard a door slam. The footsteps stopped. I lost him.
Shree. He was my only hope.
I guess I thought that maybe he had seen him around or something. I mean the guy is pretty distinctive: he’s pale white with an enormous afro and gawky as fuck. So I don’t know, maybe Shree knew him.
I quickly ran up few more flights of stairs until I reached Shree’s floor. I was obviously in a rush, and in a confused state of mind. So I just walked on in.
I was not prepared for what I saw.
There was the sick fuck. There was a microwave. And there was a naked Shree.
The baby snatcher was wielding his little knife, the same one he used to chip paint of my now destroyed car.
I’m looking at the gawky piece of shit, eyeing him with anger. Never mind naked Shree. That guy has so many skeletons in his closet who knows what his nudity is about. My mind is on my enemy.
He’s not holding the baby in his arms, and that perplexes me. Where could it be? It’s not like Shree’s apartment is chock full of places to hide a baby.
So I decide to make a request. Real politely.
“Give me the fucking baby or your ass is dead.”
He’s coming towards me now, wearing this sadistic grimace. Apparently him and his shitty knife want to play rough. Fine. Let’s play.
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