>The late autumn night had a sharp chill as I cut through darkened city streets upon my bicycle. Wave after wave of amber light washed over me in my silent journey home.
>Out of the light and into a dimly lit alleyway I traveled thinking nothing of the impending peril that awaited me. I rounded the corner now with the hiss of tires over wet pavement echoing in the narrow corridor.
>A fleeting glimpse of a dim ember was my last sigh before my face met with an immovable limb. Thrust back I hit the ground hard, splashing in a puddle of unspeakable filth. My mind scattered as my head made contact with the cement.
>My eyes opened to a blurred vision of that ember as it hovered over me. It flared bright revealing the outline of a hood filled with a darkened void. In this void were two eyes looking back at me. They were as black dotted pearls set in an obsidian blackness that even glow of that ember couldn't penetrate.
>The void within the hood fractured to a row of white that curved up at either end. From there spilled the scent of menthol and a fine veil of smoke. The smoke played along the contours of the otherwise invisible event horizon of a face.
>My eyes widened and my heart raced as I now took in the full size of the figure that towered over me. The full depth of fear consumed me as I continued to stare motionless.
>In my moment of terror the world fell away. Surrendered to a shroud of panic that gripped my mind. Everything faded but those eyes. Those eyes that singed the frayed edged of my soul. Everything I knew in that moment was there in front of me.
>The icey chill of death slithered up my back breaking my fixation. My jacket now soaking through pulling the seasons most bitter virtue to my skin.
>This moment was an eternity. An endless parade of questions and discomfort finally broken by the sound of polyester.
>Before I was aware my view was now of an open sky held between two lengthy walls. The scrape of metal on cement now interrupted the ringing in my ears and drove me to sit upright.
>Struggling against the weight of my waterlogged clothes I righted myself just in time to watch my momentary oppressor vanish into the shadow of night leaving the echo of tires on wet cement.
>Silence washed over me as I sat in still stunned in a fridge puddle. Left with nothing more than my now bloodied nose to keep me company.
>A rage welled up in my heart. It burned in my gut before erupting up through my lungs. With violent determination I lashed out against the silence, "Nigga stole my bike!"
 
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