Going Psycho

I swung the bat at them, only hitting one of them on the shoulder. ''I ask you once again. Where is George Randles!''
''I already told you, I don't know!,'' the non injured guy said.
''Stop lying!'' I wacked the injured guy's leg and he fell on one knee. I was about to hit his head when his words stopped me.
''He's on a train!''
I lowered the bat. ''What train?''
''The subway train, he left an hour ago.''
''Graham, don't you know who this girl is!'' The other guy said. ''This is the little criminal from the news!''
I swung my bat at him. ''Don't call me little or I'll break your arm.''
He held up his hands like I was about to shoot him. The injured guy stood but I slammed him against the wall. ''Where is this train?''

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The wind blew in my face and hair as I skated through the neighborhood across town. The anger in my blood boiled in desperate need to kill my enemy. Why did this have to be so hard? First I find his house only to find out he doesn't live there anymore. Then I find his friends' house only he left to catch a train. He's either on a business trip or he knows I'm hunting him down.
When I found the train after 25 minutes, I stepped inside and tried to find an empty seat. They were all full so I grabbed onto a pole and stood there looking around to see if I could spot a familiar murderous face but he probably got off before I got here. Might as well hurt someone since I'm getting bored. I lifted the bat off the floor and hit a guy's head. He fell to the floor and everyone looked at me, realizing who I am. Another guy stepped up cracking his knuckles.
Oh you wanna go bwotha? You wanna fight me? I kicked between his legs and bonked him on the head. "Pathetic." I moved along and damaged the brakes before jumping off to watch the train crash.