[ WP ] You are a professional pickpocket . You 've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying .

Reddick straightened his tie, gave a quick glance out the window, and then looked down at his watch. It was almost time. Reddick flicked his tongue against the back of his front teeth. He ’ d chipped one recently and it kept bothering him. His eyes darted back to the window again. 
 
 Reddick was the kind of man who never stopped moving. If he wasn ’ t shaking his leg, he was tapping his watch, if we wasn ’ t doing that he was flicking his tongue, and the list just went on. The man moved so much he probably burned as many calories a day as an Olympic swimmer. 
 
 He took a sharp breath in and shot up off the bed. Time to go to work. Reddick ran a hand through his messy hair trying to apply a touch of finesse to his look. It was all about blending in. Reddick locked the door to his studio apartment and quickly moved down the stairs as a girl was walking up. 
 
 She was carrying about a dozen bags of groceries. Reddick twitched and tried to think of how to ask to help her, but he froze up, and instead awkwardly inched by her on the stairs. He was terrible with women. Or people for that matter. 
 
 Reddick crossed the street and shot down into the subway. With a quick swipe of his card he joined the throngs of men and women on their way to work. 
 
 A train slowed to a stop in front of him, the doors opened and a crowd pushed it ’ s way out. Reddick got caught up in the bustle and bumped into a half dozen people before finally getting through. As the doors closed he grabbed onto the handrail. He didn ’ t sit down. He never sat down on trains. 
 
 He got out at the next stop and walked into the bathroom making a beeline for a stall. He locked the door quickly and pulled out the morning ’ s earnings; three billfolds, a couple bills of crumped cash, and a single gold key. Reddick rifled through the billfolds taking the important stuff, then he looked at the key again. 
 
 It was unusual, but familiar. Then it hit him, his mentor had one about a decade back. It was to the now closed down row of old lockers in this very terminal. 
 
 Reddick dumped the wallets in the trash and made his way to the lockers. They hadn ’ t been used in forever, but this key seemed new and had their unmistakable symbol on it. Reddick remembered thinking it was a weird symbol when he saw his mentor ’ s one, in a way it kinda resembled a wolf ’ s face. 
 
 The lockers were at the end of the stop, but they were kind of hard to get to. You had to go down some stairs and around a corner. The lights were dim and one blinked ominously as Reddick rounded the corner. There they were broken and useless as ever. He looked at the number on the key, walked up to that decaying locker, and slide it in. 
 
 With a loud clank he turned it. Reddick reached forward to pull it open, but it was tough. He tried again, but still it remained firm. He repositioned himself a little bit and went at it from the other angle for no good reason. Then as he pulled he realized why it was so hard before, because he wasn ’ t just opening the locker he was opening all the lockers. 
 
 The wall of lockers was actually a doorway. Reddick pulled it open, tongued his chipped tooth nervously, and went in. The hallway was dank and smelled of stale water. A light was on in a room at the end. Then Reddick smelled something else. Blood. 
 
 Reddick took in a sharp breath as he entered the room. It seemed to be a kind of sick trophy room. All along the circular walls encased proudly on red velvet pedestals were human hands. Reddick ’ s eyes darted around the room nervously, his foot tapped quickly on the concrete beneath him. 
 
 Turning to get out of there he saw a picture of a nurse on a table by the door. Reddick took a closer look. They were at weird angles and seemed to be taken covertly by a patient. Reddick felt like he recognized the nurse. Then he was hit directly in the chest with a pound of dread, it was his neighbor. She must work the night shift if she was bringing home groceries in the morning. Reddick looked at the pictures again, several of them were of her hands. 
 
 If he took this key from a guy at the stop next to his apartment… Reddick bolted out of the room and began running down the hallway towards the lockers. When suddenly the lights cut out and Reddick heard the locker door close in front of him. 
 

