Visionary

Watching him be marched off didn’t seem at all odd.  The sirens of the police car blared, threatening to pound out every thought in my head.  The soft crunch of loose gravel over my driveway seemed to seep into my ears.  The figure of the man hobbling away, dragged by two officers, it was like watching two ants take away a large crumb.

The crumb had a large tail, his skin riddled in scales.  He turns back scanning all the fellow residents.  His golden eyes pierced every person.  The swing of his head is followed by the horns protruding over his head.  Long and spiraled, they resembled a ram’s horn if it was to grow upwards.

His eyes land on me, the thin slits of his eyes getting ever smaller.  He digs his heels into the ground using the claws that protrude out of his shoes to turn himself.  He seemed to be shouting something, but the blaring sirens and gravel drowned him out.  I don’t react, I simply look, his tongue whips out, long and slit.  He grew more irate, his fangs gleaming against the siren lights.

The two officers struggle to hold onto him.  The man struggles, trying to run towards me.  A third officer steps out from the police car and takes out a small taser.  The man is too distracted to see, to hear.  The third officer clicks the taser and two small digits shoot into the man’s skin.  The thin wires bouncing between the officer and the man as electricity is pumped into the man.  He stops shouting and trembles for a few seconds before crumpling to the ground.

The three officers load him onto the car and drive off.  The man’s front door is still open, claw marks from his initial resistance still on display.  One of the neighbors starts to gossip to another holding out their phone.  I walk past them and take a peek.

“Local man arrested for killing 3 people”

The article had an image of the man attached.   Hornless, scaless, tailless.  I continue to walk and step over the neighbor’s tail.  I take care to avoid another’s horn.

No one can see.