Present.

Memories aren't exactly the best thing to rely on, but I've managed to live on my own for about 3 years. How can I even talk so "regularly" is because during those 3 years. I managed to eavesdrop on conversations wherever I went, making these words into my own. But I've been going solo since then.

For some reason whenever I wore clothes, they never seemed to be dirty or even torn, always seeming to fit me. Considering I didn't really like to be noticed, I managed to steal an all black set of clothing and it seemed to fit me fine, while the day wasn't my friend, the night was my ally. I walked freely. feeling the night air as I jumped from building to building.

Although it was exhilarating, I was bored to death. Looking for something to do, I just moved around waiting for an opportunity to do something interesting when I heard a gunshot.

Even though by default people would have been cowering in fear, I saw it as an opportunity for fun. "Finally, something to do" I thought as I rushed to the scene, 2 males, another case of robbery most likely. One with a gun and the other on the floor.

I landed behind the one with the gun and snatched it right from his hand, he turned around surprised as I gave him a little smack to the head with his weapon, he fell over, unconscious. I "casually" looked around spotting a camera. Perfect. After duplicating the footage (making sure to remove all parts of my involvement) and stole an officer's handcuffs, I cuffed the soon to be prison bitch and took a look at the injured one, watching with a look of surprise as I approached and gave him a vial, he seemed to get the message and took it, opened the cap, and drank the substance. Still staring at me as the medicine had it's effect. He fell asleep after two minutes, his wound having healed.

I picked up the two and the videotape and took them to the "station" and walked inside. People simply looking on in curiosity as I laid both males and the videotape on the ground. "Blues" as I called them seemed to all be approaching slowly, I didn't have time for this. I sat up. one of them aimed at me. Asking me what my name was and what I was doing, "Humans..what a weird race" before I said one thing. "Mel" as I ran out of the police station and jumped onto a building.

They tried to find me but I was "gone" with them oblivious to the fact the one they were looking for was watching them until they gave up, laughing at their stupidity. Happy that my need for entertainment was satisfied. I went home, or what I could call home as I slipped into an abandoned building and then underground. Nothing special, just a TV, a lamp, And a mattress. It wasn't much but it's what I had. I laid on the mattress and just fell asleep.