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it has taken a while to comment on this event that took place the previous week...only because of the brutality...the horrific sense of delight that was behind the actions perpetrated upon this young man.
at 2:30am, the saturday before last, at a train station-not 15 minutes after the maintenance people had lft it, 3 youths descended upon one 17 year old and demanded money and whatever else he had...his cellphone, etc...this person a quiet and well-liked individual who, ironically enough, had been punched recently to this.
in the process of these demands, they set upon him and started beating him-specifically targetting his head...smashing it into the concrete bedding for the railings along this pathway/cross-over above the thoroughfare below...over and over he was smashed against the concrete and the steel supports...thrown against another section and repeatedly slammed further into the hard, unyielding stone and mortar...then left for dead.
the maintenance people received the call barely 15 minutes later-when they arrived at the scene the police, an ambulance, crime photographers and such were already there, as was the canine unit and others....the area taped up to separate it from onlookers... and the curious...they told me how it appeared to them...the blood trail of drops...and then suddenly, as if a red filled balloon had exploded, a huge pool of blood, with splatters all over....and then a little further-another burst balloon....and then yet another...
he lived....and lives yet....permanently brain damaged-but alive...somehow. forever altered...his path....his choices now removed from him....forever. video footage showed 3 youth walking down the cross-over. the canine unit was successful in ferreting out someone hiding in the area-no one has indicated if he was one of those 3...the calm demeanour of these 3 shows how brutal an incident this really was...that they would engage in such an act so dispassionately...with absolutely no regard as to the impact-other than the thrill it was surely giving them...no self-control....nothing but the sheer and disgusting brutality and cold calculation behind the assault. it wasn't even a beating-it was so much worse...
a couple days later-one night actually...i was at the neighbouring station...2 youths coming along a section i was just exiting from were surprised by my presence there-obviously not expecting anyone to be there, they turned and walked away and upstairs...i went nto the lunch area and, realising i had no way to know if they may have turned around and decided to lie in wait for me, took an ice scraper/chipper and went out...no one there. walking around and back up i heard them talking above me, so i took steps towards them-loud ones-to signal my approach...i could here them as the moved on-as i rounded the bend at the top of the stairs i saw them-i entering the station and the other, along with a third, go around the corner of it.
i went into the station....by now deserted, and went into the maintenance room, grabbing a bucket, with the idea of making like i was cleaning the windows...exiting i saw them as they hung out at a bend along the pathway leading down to the station platform. they decided to walk towards me as i watched them from the cornr of my eye...the one had a hat very similar to one of the 3 from the previous night t the other station...they passed me and continued on and off the property, up the street and hill enveloping themselves in the night's darkness.
i called in to the security number and suggested that a police be despatched to drive throughout the neighbourhood, just in case they were the ones who had almost killed the 17 year old...their actions seemd very suspect...and there was something about them-the hat...the look of 2 of them-similar to 2 from the other night...
these aren't kids who've grown up in a war-torn region...having become desensitised to life through constantly living death....these are kids who live among us...who interact with our kids...normal individuals seemingly...yet who have this vicious quality within, completely amoral...dead eyes peering....focusing...seeking victims and pleasures to be derived from them...brutal ones...involving bloodletting and torture....thrill kills and mayhem....
and the question that remains strangling in one's throat is, "why?" why are they like this, and how did they become as they have...? how can one see and distinguish between them and the rest of us? not everyone can see dead eyes when they present themselves, certainly not until its too late, in any case. yet there they are. waiting to attack, hunting their next prey....
