The Neighborhood Watch (Anyone)

After leaving the gym Grrface walked the sidewalks of the residential neighborhood surrounding the school he worked. Patrolled is more like it, really. The thoughts of abducted children had fueled his workout, filled him with fury. Fury that he'd taken out on the weightbench. His arms ached, but the endorphins from his exercise still pumped through his veins and it felt good walking it off in the cooling night air.

He's been taking this walk nearly every night of the last week and a half. He was like the new unofficial neighborhood watchman, only anyone he caught doing anything suspicious had better watch out themselves. He gave law enforcement the credit it deserved, the boys in blue were doing good work out there, but he'd learned that they were way to lenient with the scumbags they caught.

On a night like this he thought it would just feel good to kick some ass. He didn't want to pick a fight, that was to easy. Go to a bar, insult someone's mother/sister/wife. To easy. It would be so much more fun to catch someone out of place, doing something wrong, and then bring down the pain. Show them it wasn't safe on the streets at night. For anyone. Especially not kiddy-snatching weaklings who could only prey on innocent children. His hands flex, popping sharp dark-gray claws out from beneath the black fur of his hands as a deep growl rumbles in his chest. He was getting himself worked up again. He tried to relax, putting his twitching hands in his pockets and humming a tune to quiet his thoughts as he casually strolled down the sidewalk.