Fisherman gone hunting. Complete?

The door before me cracks slightly open, a disheveled head peaks out, surveys the area, and suddenly the man bolts out with pockets bursting full. Three other fellows follow his lead. It's a looting! At the shark's house? Impossible! With shaky feet, I take a detour of the place. In other rooms, more figures are rummaging through drawers. Papers are being flung aside indiscriminately, as they seek other valuables.

Petrified and confused, I grab one of them by the neck.
"Where's Jared?"
"He's dead," He offers and wrestles himself from my grasp.

I grab his scrawny neck once again, but before I proceed any further, he punches me in the stomach. I keel over painfully whilst grabbing it. I had it coming. Mind in a haze, I exit the damn place. An idea propels itself forward and I follow. With an upraised neck, I try to see past the milling spectators that I saw earlier.

Unsuccessful at this, I savagely push past them, stepping on toes and elbowing ribs in the process. An angry hand slaps the back of my head, incensed, I kick back angrily donkey like. I almost topple over, and my victim, with a cry, makes a grab at me. I wriggle past the bodies quickly and avoid his wrath.

The idea stands justified. At the dead center of the circle is a corpse. It's insides are slithering out of its abdomen. A red sauce is oozing from it meanwhile. The flies are already buzzing around the carnage. Kneeling beside it, is a young man, head in the palm of his hands. Two women are trying to comfort him. The thick hair on his head, stands on end. The tip of his ears are a sickening red. Exactly opposite him, is a shrieking toddler.

Another woman, firmly holds the girl in her bossom. For the other's, they simply haven't yet had a fill of the dead man's sight. I don't know what holds them in limbo, but for me, the fact that it's Jared, holds me in a trance. Recollections of the little toddler trickle in. The little child that was playing at his feet, on that day that I signed my thumbs over to him. Innocently, she'd kept hovering about us, undisturbed or perhaps correctly, unable to comprehend.

Today however, she was in full comprehension, poor child!
The young man's identity however, escaped me. It didn't take long to find a witness bursting with urge, to explain the scene to me.

The young man in question, was racing along in his car, when the little child ran onto the road. Completely surprised, he'd reasonably  swerved aside. By this action, the little girl's life was saved, but a pedestrian on the walkway, her father, wasn't spared. They'd been hand in hand, coming from the shops. The wind had pried a balloon held by a red string from her hands. With childish impulse, she'd rushed onto the road after it.

Jared had been lightly holding onto her hand, whilst scrolling with the other on his phone. Scarcely had his head came up, than the car had ploughed into him.
"It wasn't your fault," the women kept soothing the young driver. Lifting his head finally from his palms, he withdrew his handkerchief and proceeded to blow his nose. A twinkle however played in his eyes, as his full gaze was turned in my direction. It was that fiend, Leo.

Absurdly disgusted and confused, I pointed my finger at him and took up a shout,"it's him! The murderer!" The crowd alarmed, whisked me to the side with heightened concern.
"It was an accident!" They whispered into all my orifices. "No it wasn't!" I exclaimed but to no success.

"Away with your meddling!" They finally tired of me and shoved me away. By now, the din of an ambulance could be heard from a distance. Totally amazed by circumstances, I wallowed in a murky alien sensation. Perhaps it was dread, disbelief, anger and self hate all rolled into one. It's one thing to wish someone dead, and another to see them laid out, bloody on the streets. Through glassy and teary eyes, a laugh was reflected. I who had sawed a man's limbs off, I who....but no!

I was forever justified in that case. It's important this little but pivotal fact don't escape my bossom. It should forever slither about, and therefore keep me sane. Wearied out, I directed my steps to a public bench.
An attractive lady was sitted upon it, calmly devouring her cigarette, puff by puff. In a stupor, not of attraction, I transfixed my gaze upon her simple actions. I watched the little tobacco infused clouds, detach from her olive brown lips and make a bid for the cotton clouds above.

How beautiful it was? Totally sponged up by her articulate demeanor, an indulgent chuckle escaped me. The attractive smoker, jerked her upper body in surprise and smiled at me.
"Care for a smoke?" She offered.
"I don't smoke, but damn you make it look good," I complimented unabashed.
"I'm actually trying to quit," she sweetly replied.

A most natural silence asserted itself after that. My thoughts started churning in no particular direction. But their destination was all the same, eventually, I couldn't help myself.

"I wished a man dead and now he's dead," I blurted out to her.
"Congratulations to you then," she answers with no trace of humor, therefore my nervous chuckle after that, is horribly misplaced. It's not the answer I was hoping for. Her response hangs in limbo. With a tiny flurry of her black silk dress, she's up and gone.

"Now that's a lady who knows a thing or two about minding her business," the thought escapes me gallantly.
Suffocated by the rather too agreeable weather, I rush off to my room. Unsurprisingly, the door is ajar.

I don't know who to expect, and I don't try to conjure up a guess. Whoever it is, fuck them! I smile however at an observation. A week before yesterday, I made it my custom to leave my door unlocked. Why board up the place? I was soon vacating and I considered it an action in line with my intentions.