Walking early in the morning in the heat of the sun was not something a student couldn't bear specially those who were bourgeoisie. But to Timotheo, it did not matter as long as he could reach his school on time.
" 6:45? I still have a lot of time." Checking the time as he held his notes.
Bang!!
A gunshot was fired nearby.
He felt different emotions and tried to find out where the sound of the gunshot came from.
He ran as fast as he could impulsively not knowing where to go.
As he arrived to the crime scene, he saw a man pointing his gun to a girl kneeling on the ground and crying over at her dead mom. He did not know what to do at that moment. He tried his best to think of a way to stop the impending crime he would witness. He's soaking wet by his own perspiration to think of what to do but arrived to a decision to just close his eyes.
Three seconds already passed by and yet he heard no gunshot. He opened his eyes slowly. Only gray was the color that he saw. The forefinger of the man was still on the trigger. The birds on the sky stopped flying in the mid-air. The leaves stopped falling. And the tears of the girl stopped crawling on her face.
" What's happening?" he asked himself blankly filled with shocked.
When he realized it was a good opportunity to do something, he went up to the criminal and took the gun from his hand immediately. Right after that, everything went back to normal. The killer got startled when he knew he's no longer holding his gun. The girl tried to cover her eyes so she would not see the violence about to come. At that moment, Timotheo punched the criminal. It was a good one. He had not done it for a long time. The criminal fainted.
"wow! That went well. And that felt so good…
I guess giving him a kick on stomach will be good too."
He was boiling with anger when was launching a kick to the criminal's face. But when he remembered he was with a girl, he stopped. He called for an ambulance to save the mother of the girl.
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The last time he remembered he's with the girl on the ambulance. But the next thing that happened became blurry in his mind. As he opened his eyes, he quickly checked his watch.
"Oh, no! oh, no! I am freakin' late now."
When he was about to stand up from the couch, a foot landed on his face. And that threw him out of the couch. Another kick was about to hit on his chess but he managed to dodge it using his arms. He stood up quickly to get ready for another fight.
"What!!!?"
He was startled to see the girl he saved from the gunman.
"Aren't you the girl lately?? How's your—"
His next question was stopped by punch the girl landed on his stomach. He stepped back to get a good look at his enemy.
" This girl is not normal…" he said to himself.
The darkness of the room he was in made the eyes of the girl so red and so evil. Timotheo knew this was something he wouldn't do. Fighting against a girl was a disgrace on his manhood.
Quickly, in a blink of an eye, the girl was already on his right side preparing to give him a kick on a face. But that did not happen. He managed to lower his body and dodge the kick. The nxt thing he did was he took the foot of the girl using his right hand and twisted it. The girl became a limp. When he knew it's time to try to make the girl talk, he took out his pen and placed it on the girl's neck without hesitation.
"Who are you?" he asked sternly.
An evil smirked was on the girl's face.
" That doesn't matter. Killing you does…" the girl answered full of evil and conviction.
"If you die, everything will be a lot better."
As he heard the word "die", the past he did not want to remember came flushing back.