Chapter 46
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I only remembered that I had attempted to escape when I opened my eyes to a murder happening right in front of me. I was in an alleyway somewhere at night, but I didn’t seem to be down at street level. Instead I seemed to be up higher somehow – maybe looking out a window?
The streets were dark, and slick with water from the rain. I stared down at an alley, where a homeless man in a wheelchair slept wrapped in a sleeping bag and several coats. Three young men in leather jackets walked up to him, swaggering slow and cruel. They all had baseball bats, and as I stared down at the scene completely powerless, one of them hit the man in the head as if he was swinging at a baseball. The homeless guy’s head jerked back at the impact, like it was a baseball trying to soar away
