I opened my eyes to find that the bat knocked my camera from my hands to another man that looked just like me. A surge of panic so sudden and urgent coursed through my body like lightning as he picked it up. I looked cautiously to my right and saw my face reflected back in the camera lens; I looked up from the ground, a string of dyed black hair dangling in front of my eyes, slightly obscuring my vision. I was shaking violently, my eyes wide as they looked around at my surroundings: cornered by 3 men, one with a camera, one with a baseball bat, and the last one standing in the back smirking. A small red recording dot centered on my face and was the only illumination around. The light blinded my once-adjusted eyes. The smirking man walked up to me slowly: mocking me. He was obviously the one in charge here. I looked up at him from the ground, squinting up at his outline. He was at least six feet tall, his brown hair rose to a point at the top of his head; a piercing was on the lower-right corner of his lip. Leaning down next to me, he hovered his pierced lip right over my ear so that I could feel his cold breath caress my ear in the most cynical manner.
"How does it feel to be the freak?"
I screamed in frustration and stood up so that my face was only inches from his; he showed no signs of fear as I shook with anger. The second man made sure to keep the camera on me the whole time. They wanted a reaction; I would just have to deliver.
I turned slowly, creepily, eerily to face the camera lens and said, "You want a show?"
The three men looked at each other. The smirking one said, "Hell yeah."
I turned to him and reflected his sneer, running forward and kicking him between the legs. His buddy instantly snapped into action and swung his bat around. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind him, forcing him to drop the bat. I picked up the weapon and swung it around, using my body weight to keep the bat propelled. It made contact with another body with a sickening thump. I rotated 90 degrees to see the smirking man on the ground once again, clutching his throat.
I laughed with pure adrenaline coursing through my veins, pumping my heart and keeping me on my toes. What a fun game! I looked at the one man still left standing, unarmed and unharmed: the camera man. I smiled at him, shifting my eyes between his wide eyes and the eye of the camera.
"Don't come any closer to me!" he shouted desperately attempting to sound intimidating. His voice shook.
I strode up to him and before he could run, I leaned in close and whispered, "You are just like me."
He trembled as I picked up the bat and fixed my grip.
He fell to his knees when I planted my feet.
He brought the camera up to my face as I brought the bat back behind my head.
And he closed his eyes as I swung.