Who Am I?

Slight transformations,
Round the bend, discrete
but alert, paying attention to what
lays ahead, allowing pedestrians
to pass me by, goal in sight,
physical and mental chase afoot,
target has turned the bend,
acceleration in brute force,
target is aware, on the go, running,
rushing, flying by trashcans and
debris.

No sense in keeping quiet now,
wrapping staircase, smashing through glass window,
chasing a phantom through dark hallways,
alarms flashing, screeching, warning,
and up the staircase, through the 20th floor entrance,
head thrown into light, smashing the light,
blood gushing from the hit,

the target snickers,
the self shudders
and

blackout.