The Devil, Part I

I met the "Devil" when I first joined the air force. He and I shared a similar interest: VW's.
We both loved and owned one or several of these unique makes of vehicle. My first impression of the Devil was that of a normal, young, white kid. He did not seem strange or evil in any way and when I ran back in to him at my first duty station I invited him to be my roommate.
Only then did his true identity become known to me.
Exhibit A (or, how I justify his evilness)
Dorm living is setup in the communal fashion; two people live to a room, two rooms share a bathroom. The bathrooms lock from the inside so the occupant can keep not only the roommate out but the adjoining room's occupants as well. This means the doors to the bathroom can be locked from the outside as well to prevent your suitemates from entering your room unannounced.
On this particular day the devil was peacefully listening to Danzig and drawing sketches of my body being mutilated by two naked women pulling me apart. I felt the urge to slip into the bathroom and take a poopy break and silently got up and walked the few feet to the communal bathroom. I hadn't been in there but five minutes when I heard the devil get off his bunk and walk around in the room. I leaned over and locked the bathroom door so he wouldn't try to enter and molest me in some way (no, no, not that kind of molest). I assume this must have drawn his attention, and as the months would wear on I would learn to avoid this at all costs in order to redirect his evil glee to some other victim, as he approached the bathroom door from the other side.
A few heartbeats later I hear the lock to the bathroom door click shut...from the outside.
I realized that the Devil was about to enjoy detaining me in the shitter. I heard a few short giggles on the other side of the door but decided to ignore it and not to attract any further mischief by yelling my displeasure. Suddenly, I hear the Devil's disembodied voice announce "I'll see ya later!".
At first I thought this was an empty threat trying to goad me into showing some sign of recognition that he had locked me inside the bathroom so I said nothing in response. With silence filling the air hearing the noise of the front door close to the room was like the hiss of a tomb shutting.
At first I got a little angry and then  reassured myself that the "Devil" was still lurking nearby to hear me bang on the doors and walls. I didn't dare appease his evilness so instead I decided to beat him at his game and take a shower. 5 minutes later I finish and towel off in the tub stepping out I reach for the door I expect to be unlocked whilst I was passing the time, but no, it's still locked.
Now I get pissed. Banging on the door with only silence on the other end to reply.
I realize that the bastard has really locked me in there. Now, you might be wondering when I was going to start banging on the door to the adjoining room...well, the answer would be never. You see, our suite mates were off in Italy. No one home next door. Locked from the other side.
So, I took a bath. A long dripping, annoying ass bath that got me so pruned up and twisted in my head that I was ready to kill the first person that unlocked the door to free the caged beast that had grown in my heart.
Three hours of angry contemplation within those small walls. Finally, I heard the door to our room open. I immeditely jumped at the door and banged furiously. I heard the "Devil" mutter "Damn! ...sorry I forgot". He unlocked the door as he ran out into the hallway. I burst through the door butt ass naked and chased him down the hall. I would have gotten him save for the fact that I yelled "I'm gonna kill you!" at the top of my lungs as I heard the lock turn...
Oh Devil, how come you run so fast?