Hutch hadn’t had the greatest night. His boss had made some stupid off-handed comment about him, he tripped in a puddle this morning, he forgot to defrost the meat before going to work, and now he had to take a stupid bus because his car ran out of gas after he’d parked at work.

He tried his best to not let such minimal things get to him, it was irresponsible, but every little thing after the next made him want to tear these stupid yellow pipes from where they were welded into the bus. His eyes occasionally flit to the side windows, noticing a car speeding next to them.

He questioned nothing until a loud SMASH overtook the ears of any nearby passenger. He spotted the crushed front of the vehicle, and only thought to himself as a man got out, and stumbled on the bus, nearing a lonesome woman. “Give me a reason. Any reason.” He wanted so badly to see one mistake. One. Anything.

However, when the bus stopped next, the woman stepped off the vehicle, followed by the man, and shortly after, Hutch. He trailed far behind, keeping them unaware of his presence while keeping a good eye on her. She slipped into an alley, the man following quickly, almost skipping. Oh, Hutch felt his hands shaking, he could imagine the pure thrill of slamming that man into the bricks.

When he turned the corner of the alley, he froze. Not in fear, nor horror, but surprise. The woman stood calmly, looking at the ground. The man’s body lay there, a splatter of blood on the brick wall where his height used to reach. In spite of his disappointment, he furrowed his brows, head tilting slightly in confusion. Who was this?