This is what you get when you mess with us

by reddit user sp00kyscary

I watch the two young men creep along the silent subway station, eyes focused on
their target. They approach a frail elderly man who is waiting for the train. T
here is not another soul around. The two men come at the senior citizen from bot
h sides, one of them grabbing his arms, the other holding a knife against his st
omach and demanding his wallet.
The terrified old man obliges, muttering pleas to not hurt him. One of the young
men snatches the wallet, looks through it, pockets it, and then without even he
sitating, shoves the old man onto the tracks. They dart away, laughing, as light
s illuminate the tunnel, indicating that a train is approaching. The old man lie
s unconscious on the tracks, unaware that he is about to be decimated.
I follow the young men. They cannot be older
o hide their faces. They always wear hoodies
e seen them do this same routine three other
ing for a train alone late at night and then

than 21. They have their hoods up t

when they do this. I know because Iv
times. They rob someone who is wait
shove them onto the tracks to die.

Old man was a fuckin idiot to be carrying this much cash with him. Doesnt he know t
here are dangerous people out there? says the one in the grey sweatshirt, once th
ey are far away from the scene of the crime. He roars with laughter.
You sure were not gonna get caught? Karmas a bitch, says the one in the black sweats
hirt. A big old fat fucking bitch.
Fuck you and your karma. We got nothing to worry about.
The next time theyre planning to strike, Im there again. This time, theyre targetin
g a small young woman, anxiously waiting for her train around 4am. They lurk up
to her, hoods up, and thats when I make my move. They dont see me, of course, but
they feel me. In a second, Im directly behind them. I shove them violently and th
eir bodies clatter onto the tracks. They fall so hard that I hear bones breaking
upon the impact. They look up, utterly disoriented. The woman runs away to get
help. I watch as the train lights appear from deep within the tunnel.
Miraculously, the conductor spots the men on the tracks and tries to slam on the
brakes. Of course its too late, and the train glides over their bodies. The soun
ds of crunching and screaming echo in the subway station. Once the train has sai
led passed their bodies, I force it to reverse. The conductor is confused; he do
esnt understand why the train is moving on its own. The train slithers back over
the crushed deformed bodies of the young men, demolishing them for a second time
.
Its not always easy, this job. Sometimes I get carried away, but I cant help it. A
fter all, I just absolutely hate it when someone calls me a bitch.