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My shadow was in my way

The wind blew strong that night, as Tony made his way across the slick, mirrored blacktop. He was on his way home now, and it was almost daylight. He could see that the cloudless sky was just starting to lighten just over the horizon. He had left the crowd about an hour ago, not really heading straight home, but needing to clear his head. Needing so bad to clear his head of all the screaming and pain that was shooting through it relentlessly.

Tony had not always hung with this crowd. He sort of got mixed up with them by mistake. He was a quiet kid, with problems of his own. He was minding his own business when they approached him, he had started hanging out and it just got complicated from there. It seemed like his life became a tangled web, and a lot of his problems were spoken of and he felt better about that. He had always been angry, angry at his parents, angry at life, and everything that got in his way. This was something that he could never figure out, he seemed to have a fairly good life, but the anger raged deep within him. A fire that burned like a torch, a permanent monument that stood for a cause. He had a severe hate on for the world in which he lived and he knew now that he was treading on very dangerous territory.
The crowd that he was involved in thought that they were a gang. Tony thought this was a little ridiculous but never told them so. He just let them be, avoiding the issue altogether and just following in their footsteps like an animal to the water trough. They all had marked up their bodies in angry images and artwork, names and slang in the form of tattoos. Tony had yet to go that far. But he did have the black boots, he had always worn the heavy black boots, he felt powerful and proud in them. He had shaved his head and had different piercings, but nothing that he would consider to be over the edge. Besides, he had never been in trouble with the law, and now all that was about to change. Tony knew that his life was about to change in a big way.
They had been gathered down by the bus depot, were they hung out now and then. Around the back, there was a table and it was a fairly busy corner so they could catch all the action. It was late and they were just breaking up, when someone walked by on the other side of the street. His crowd noticed and started calling out to this person. The person kept walking, a little faster now. They all took off to the other side of the street. Tony followed, staying back. He was

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