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Kennedy International Airport
January 7th, 2001:Wednesday
4:52p.m.
"Non-stop flight, number 135 from Germany, has touched down. Please have your ticket stub ready has you exit the terminal," the voice from the overhead speaker said.
Fritz walked out of a terminal following the other passengers into the bright light of the lobby. He had his image inducer on, and a backpack with personal and breakable items in it. He handed the terminal guard his ticket and walked over to the window that over looks the runways. He looked out at the city in the distance. He had seen New York City before in pictures only. To see the real thing was completely different. He had never seen so many tall buildings before in his life. It looked like a jungle of metal and stone. He had always dreamed of living in a place like that and now his dream had finally come true.
He and turned around and headed to the bag collector dodging around people who looked as if they would rather walk over him then around him. He got bumped into and turned around. Upon walking backwards he stepped on a little boy's remote controlled car, crushing it.
"Mommy!" The little kid shouted. "The big mean boy broke my car! It don't work no more!" He yelled getting up from his sitting position on the ground. The kid ran over to his mom, who was sitting in one of the waiting chairs, and started tugging on her dress. She got up and walked over to where Fritz was standing. The lady bent down and picked up the smashed toy on the ground and waved it in front of his face yelling, "look what you've done you clumsy fool! You broke it. I hope you have the money to pay for a new one. They are very hard to find," she was just rambling on about how he had ruined a brand new toy her husband had just bought their son. "You just wait until my husband gets back. Then you'll get a good talking to."
"Whoa, slow down. I deedn't mean to. Eet vas an accident," Fritz said, pushing the down away from his face. "Your son shouldn't have been playing vith it vhere everyone is walking," he was looking her straight in the eyes when she turned and shouted to who Fritz guessed was her husband.
He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to the two. Now this wasn't your normal husband. Big was an understatement for the size of his muscles. This man was like a tank. That was the only word Fritz could describe him as.
The man's shirt was so tight; you could see every line of his muscles and make out every vein in his arms. "Yes Susan?" He said in a thundering voice, "what did this delinquent do?"
The lady ran behind her husband pulling their son with her, trying to keep away from Fritz, as if he had a viral disease of some sort. She pointed at him and said, "that boy broke little Tommy's car, Bill. And then he talked back to me."
"Didn't your parents every teach you to respect you elders?" Bill asked towering over Fritz.
"No. Even if zey did, your definitely not my elder," Fritz said.
"I'm older than you. I'm you elder," Bill said. He turned to face his wife and said something to her in a whisper. She picked up Tommy and walked back to the waiting chairs. Bill turned back to Fritz, "now, you can either fork over eighty dollars for the car, or we can get security involved. Your choice."
"Hey, I don't vant any trouble, I have a ride to find," Fritz said. He turned around and walked in the direction of the bag return. But Bill wasn't going to let him off that easily. He reached out and grabbed Fritz's arm, a little too hard. Fritz spun around and tried to free his arm from the steel grasp, "hey! Let go!" He shouted.
Bill stood there, eyes wide, mouth open. He had grabbed onto the arm with Fritz's image inducer. It had been destroyed under Bill's mighty grip, leaving Fritz disguise-less for the world to see. All commotion in the terminal stopped.
Fritz could feel hundreds of eyes on him. He looked around and everyone was either looking at him, or whispering to one another. He noticed Bill was still holding on to his wrist, "um, could you let go please. I can't feel my hand," he said trying to move his three fingered hand to circulate the blood. Bill looked down at his hand and slowly removed it.
"Mommy? Is that the devil?" Tommy asked his mother. But she didn't have time to respond because Fritz had already started in their direction. He was staring at the little boy with death in his eyes. He was a few feet away from the annoying little brat when bill stepped in front of him.
"Hey! Stay away from my son you little shit!" Bill swung at Fritz and connected with his jaw, which sent him sprawling to the floor.
By now the whole airport was in panic. People were running for the door. Some were tripping and being trampled by others. They were all running to get away for the "devil". Fritz saw mall security heading his way so he ran through the first door he could find. The Girl's bathroom.
Once inside he walked to the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Damn eet!" He shouted as he punched the soap dispenser to his left, "ow, Fuck!" He clutched his hurt hand with his other. "Note to self: metal hurts." He turned around when he heard a squeak and saw a woman fixing her dress, coming out of a stall. She took one look at him and fainted. Just then the door opened and in walked a familiar man. Logan.
"'the hell!?" Logan shouted. "This your handy work bub?" He asked pointing down at the unconscious body on the floor. He backed Fritz into a corner so he couldn't escape.
"No!" Fritz shouted. "She just fainted, I deedn't touch her." Logan backed off to allow Fritz some room.
"Sorry," Logan said. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
"Don't vorry. Eet's fine," Fritz said. He walked around Logan and went back to the sink were he had punched the soap dispenser. He turned on the water and put his hurt hand under the cold stream.
"What happened to you?" Logan asked. He walked over to Fritz and lifted up his hand to look at it.
"Accident," Fritz took his hand back from Logan and continued to run it under cold water.
"You don't like 'em, do you?" Logan asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Who?" Fritz asked.
"Normal people. You don't like 'em very much, do you?" Logan asked again.
"How can you tell?" Fritz asked, avoiding Logan's eyes.
"I can smell your hate for 'em," Logan said. "You know, you should try to give 'em a chance."
"I don't vant to talk about zees any more," Fritz said. "Can ve just go now?" He asked.
"Yeah, alright. Let's go," Logan said. He opened the door for Fritz.
"Vhat about my vatch?" Fritz asked.
"Don't worry about that. You scared just about everyone out of this building. Just keep your head down when where in the car and everything 'ell be fine." Fritz hesitated for a while, then followed the burly Canadian out the door. He grabbed his bag from the luggage return and they both walked outside into the cold parking lot.
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