I ran towards him, my legs pumping like a well-greased machine, my widening strides spanning yards of the cement below. Thoughts raced through my head as I neared my destination: I felt my heart beating faster and harder than ever before. I saw my opportunity and leapt forward; my right food landed squarely on the bumper of a parked car. I planted my foot and then I sprung from the bumper and towards the man. I flew through the air and as I raised my right arm to my waist, I spread my claw-like fingers as wide as possible. The man faced away, he was oblivious to the fact that there was 250 pounds of pure hatred flying towards him. My palm caught the back of his head and my fingers clenched around his skull with a grip that couldn't be broken with a crowbar. My chest hit first, then his forehead slammed into the ground with a sickening thud. I heard his skin tear and rip as his face slid across the gravel covered cement. His skull cracked down the middle spewing blood like a coconut spreading its delicious hidden treasure. I pulled his skull apart and watched a crimson waterfall of blood pour from the crack. After watching the sun slowly set I wiped pieces of his brain from my lips with the back of my now stained hand. I heard the sirens of ambulances and police cars coming closer and closer to me. I laid there in a puddle of blood with the corpse of this man, and I started to wonder who he was.