I will never forget the time my friends and I were walking down the street when a group of guys in an SUV went speeding by, throwing slur after slur at us. One of my friends (a male, about 17 at the time) threw his hands up at them and yelled “What?!”. Big mistake. The guy who was driving slammed on his breaks, reversed back to us, and stopped in the middle of the road. The windows were down and I heard, “Gimme the knife! I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him!”, and then I could hear one of the other guys say, “No, man, not the knife. Just beat his ass”. Needless to say, I was freaking the fuck out. I was so scared that I didn’t know what to do.
I thought I had been scared hearing the guys talk like that, but as soon as one of them jumped out of the car, I hadn’t known what fear was. I have never in my life seen a human being move the way he was. It was so unnatural, fast and twitchy that my brain went primal and I started thinking of him like a wild animal. He ended up punching the guy with us in the face three times, knocked him into the street and started kicking him. After that, he started circling me and my other friend in wide, sweeping movements, eyes locked on us and head down. The only thing I knew to do was keep my mouth shut and look away since I didn’t stand a chance of outrunning him, and wouldn’t have left my friend behind anyway. Lucky for us, he decided to get back in the car.
I’m pretty sure he was on meth – or something else, simply because it shouldn’t have been possible for a person to move like that.