Perverts! [M]

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And, as promised, here I was.

I had rested pretty much all through the day, as I had been - for lack of anything better to describe it as - beat. Although my depression was somewhat lessening, except in the darker hours of the night where the black swirled around like a taunting vortex of memory and contemplation, other emotions were starting to swirl in, like faint flashes of colour that served to add instances of blinding light where usually there was dim. Besides all this shit, I was actually physically working hard, too, as Evangeline had said. All for what? I didn't really quite remember at this point, but I couldn't be bothered coming up with a reason not to.

Afternoon was seeping quietly into evening, and I stood across the street from the designated bathhouse with my back propped up against a wall and my arms folded across my chest. I had never really used this particular facility all that much, but its location was common knowledge - and, reportedly, it was plagued by at least one rather perverted individual. It struck me as to how my shadowing the place for about the last half hour was probably not considered seedy at all; guys spying on girls was considered perverted, but if a girl was spying on a guy... well, I don't know, I supposed that the guys were considered lucky. Not that that's what I was doing. I made no attempt to peek into the building, as spying on guys like that just didn't seem to be much a worthwhile activity to me.

It was probably a male thing. I shrugged to myself.

Patrons entered and exited as the sky grew a warm orange, the season having just perked up enough for late-night visits to become reasonable once again, but as I glanced around the street I could see no evidence of a 'dark-clad' figure, at least not one that seemed to be hovering, and I was, despite my usual laziness, actually actively scanning the area, as defending these women actually seemed like a worthwhile task to me.

As the sky's brief flare died down into a grey, I sighed and shunted off my wall with a single foot, adding myself back into the world of the moving. I supposed it was time to actually go searching.[/ul][/justify]

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[/i] day? Bah, but then if I did not, I might miss him.

I was placed to the side of the facility where the men were quite clearly directed, as evident by the boisterous and deep-pitched speech reaching my ears through the walls, though it was muffled beyond cohesion. The raucous nature of their idling irritated me, even as I tried to stay watchful, and in the end I moved around to the other side of the area with a growl. The women's.

It, of course, was far quieter and less noisome, the silence broken only by the occasional giggle, which, quite apart from the cacophonous cackles of the opposing side, caused me only to smile slightly, before the intention of my presence struck me once again and I frowned at the incivility once must possess to watch an unclothed woman without her knowledge or, of course, permission. Fuck them.

...It was then that I heard a sound.

It came from the direction of my right ear, and I flicked my head in that direction; on the rearward of the building there was, of course, a back entrance, and the door had been made of metal. Its lock had been secure, but the rusty creak could not be mistaken. Could this be what I had been searching for?

I rushed around the back as quickly as I could, managing to discern, indeed, a black-clad figure entering through the door under the light of an overhead lamp, his head and face obscured by a similarly tinted hat and glasses.

"Hey, you!" I roared with a growl, running towards him.[/ul][/justify]

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[/i] knock him cold, as signaled by the grunt that escaped his mouth.

...And now that that was over, I was left with the uncomfortable reality that at my back stood about ten or twenty women without any sort of clothing on. It was my turn not to move. What to do, fuck, what to do. The moment dragged on and I didn't move, but I knew I had to. With some effort, I stood up, dragging the slumping body of the dude with me, but did not look towards the group. "Sorry for disturbing you. This man has been caught spying on this bathhouse multiple times, and I was simply here to apprehend him." I explained to the wall, surprising myself at my own formality and articulation that apparently sourced, ironically, from my nervousness. I heard murmurs behind me, but still I refused to turn, and with a simple, "I'll be leaving now." I carried the dude back out towards the door, still trying to look behind me as little as possible, and I exited then and there.

Some three blocks from the place, the perv awoke; I had slumped him against an alley wall, and waited for this moment with my hands propped upon my knees, my chin upon my palms. He glanced back and forth, wondering where he was, before he caught sight of me and my rather ominously bored expression upon my face. I had unhatted and unmasked the dude, to observe that he was about in his late thirties. I shook my head at him once again as he clutched at his head, the pain there still dizzying him.

I had simply wanted to make the message clear to him, for a sense of finality and permanence. "Listen, you." I said, and he looked up in fear. "I want to make it clear to you; if I catch you round there again, you might not wake up with your legs in tact. Got it, you fuck?" My words grew more heated as I neared the conclusion of my statement, and in at least a very convincing act of terror he nodded his understanding, and I hopped off the crate I had been sitting upon.

"Guess that's that then." I said to myself, and left, leaving the figure to moan and clutch at his throbbing skull.[/ul][/justify]

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