The Man in the Dark Hat
By Hamish Wilson

Most people whine about going to work. The morning commute is always aggravating, but what I saw that day would make anybody prefer the standard traffic jam. My car had broken down and I was forced to walk to work. The streets were full of cars and people, it would be hard for someone to not have a headache. That was when I saw him.

One would not think he belonged to this century, he was dressed in black with something like a cowboy hat on his head. He gave the impression of someone of great age, but judging by his looks he could not be over forty at most. He was standing at a street corner minding his own business when another man rather foolishly ran into him.

“Watch were you going” the man in the dark hat growled.

“Get the Beep out of my face” the other man said, unfortunately for him the man in the dark hat did not take kindly to insults.

“I'm going to have to put you down”  he said, as the other man started to back away.

“Nobody wants to hurt you” the man said, but the damage had been done. The man in the dark hat took out a gun, that did not seem from this time (much like the man himself). He fired a shot right into the mans chest, and he fell to the ground.

“Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun” the man in the dark hat said, as he walked away from the corpse. I meanwhile walked up to the dead, to see if there was anything I could do. It was of course to late to save him, he was quite deceased. When I looked up I saw the man in the dark hat starring at me, and I froze in fear. We stayed like that in for a little while, until the man decided he had enough and walked off. I just stayed where I was, still petrified. 

That is what happened that day, and I will never forget it. That man is probably still out there, and to anyone who sees him again: Run, Run, Run!

Hamish Wilson April 8, 2008. Thanks to Monolith Productions for the Blood Games and Characters