He was a taker, there was no doubt about that.
Every chance he got, he would take. At school, he took other pupil’s lunches, their answers from exam papers and stuff from school bags. In shops he took sweets, and later, CDs and cell phones. He took any money that happened to be lying about; piggy banks, purses, and later, banks. He took the hearts of women and broke them. He hot-wired cars and took them. He took anything of value from people’s homes in the dead of night.
Finally, after setting off a house alarm, he took off at speed when he heard police sirens. He took a corner too fast. He was not wearing a seat-belt; he hadn’t taken a moment the think about it. In the frozen moment before hitting the truck and being propelled through the windscreen, there came a gentle tap on his window.
The bony jaws of the hooded figure said, “I’m here to take…”