I was walking down the street bobbing my head to Everybody Knows by some guy i found on youtube, called SPT. There i was minding my own business- and i'm pretty sure my business doesn't include being pushed over and having some fat man land on top of me, and i'm pushed from the force of his fat stomach across the cement.

"Hey watch it! Get off me, fatass!" I start to squirm him off me when all of a sudden a lithe man grabs the guy off of me and yanks him to the ground, and restrains him with a belt and some bungee cables.

"I am putting you under citizen's arrest until proper authorities arrive. Have fun in Jail, scumbag." a heavy voice says from above.

Now i landed face down, and just as i'm about to get up i see a hand in front of my face.

"Do you need help up?" Looking up the arm i see silver hair with an eye of icy steel.

"No." I bite out, pushing myself up with my scraped arms.

"Would you like me to help you with your wounds? I didn't mean for him to land on you."

Looking up at him as i dust my hands away i sigh.

"I'm. Fine." I bite out again.

"Well… okay… again i apologize- i didn't mean to chase him into you." A young woman with silver hair ran up to him as he grabbed a small black and orange hand bag from the fat man's grubby hands

"He had just grabbed my daughter's purse. I was getting it back."

"It's fine. I'm fine. And i'm going now."

I turn to face them both.

"Now Goodbye." Man, i thought this would be a nice day for a walk. I guess not.