Alleyway I
After the movie, the audience didn't leave the theatre.
Whilst the credits are rolling, they just sat at their chairs… stunned.
Our protagonist, the teen, is also seated still..
While the others were stunned because of the plot twist, he was instead digesting what he saw…
He was thinking of how the actor had acted… The props… the background… even the camera work… He was like an assassin… planning his next hit….
He digested all of this until…
"Hey boy, mind lifting your feet for me."
The teen looked up and saw an old cleaner. She was cleaning the theatre so that the people in the next viewing would not give the theatre bad reviews.
"Are you that shocked about the movie that you can't move?"
Hearing this, the teen immediately lifted his feet, whilst still sitting.
He then looked around and saw that the theatre was now empty. He wondered how long he was sitting…
"It was 15 minutes, boy. Yous were sitting here for 15 minutes already."
He was surprised. In his years of listening to the plan of assassination missions, this is the only time he was so on the scene…
After the lady cleaner cleaned the floor underneath his seat, the teen stood up and walked towards the hall of the movie theatre.
Once he was outside, he noticed a long line towards the movie theatre he was just in…
He wondered… If he became an actor… Will people line up for his movies?...
He thought for a moment, but he still went towards the exit of the theatre.
Outside… It was already night. Time passed so fast… but… he didn't even notice it.
From the dawn of time, interesting things would always give you time dilution. You would not even notice that it was time if you are spending on things that are interesting.
Anyways, the teen stood still at the exit of the movie theatre. He just stood still amidst the sea of people. No one noticed him… He was a ghost.
He stood still… thinking about the movie he had just seen. It was a fun movie. It was very gruesome… even to his liking… but… it was the nice kind of gruesome.
In his years as an assassin, he had witnessed different kinds of gruesomeness. The way she handled individuals that are 'protected' by the law are the type of gruesome and killing his firm is all about.
The teen and his group handled injustice at the palm of their hands.
He and his group believed in the notion of killing for justice…
Moving on, the teen still continued standing, thinking about the actress… He admits that the actress herself was beautiful but…. being whilst bathing in blood?... damn. That's hot.
It was great acting. Being able to portray a psychotic murderer, whilst also being a normal highschool girl… That skill level was close to someone being a great assassin… The way she wore her mask… Insane.
That's the only word he can think of… insane… If she worked as an assassin… she could definitely kill any target..... Not like he wished others to…
After a while, he started walking back towards his home.
After walking for about half a kilometer, he noticed that there were no people in the vicinity… It was empty.
He instantly knew something was amiss.
He looked around and it really was empty.
Has anyone known him?
Is he a target?
Thoughts like this were immediately thought by the teen. However, instead of panicking, his calm demeanour brought about by his decade long experience was evident.
He stepped aside and blended with the shadows of the alleyway, making him… nothing.
His numerous missions taught him to stay silent and be imperceptible as much as possible.
In the solemness of the night, only his brown eyes were seen lighting up the dark alleyway.
His presence… nothing… Like a black cat shuffling through the alleyways of the night, looking for his loved one…. Or a rat for a late night snack.
He waited there, in total darkness, for his prey… his late night snack.
The teen was once known as the greatest assassin… The event right now is what solidifies his name.
He glanced up towards the night sky and noticed a drone. So he squinted his eyes and stepped back further towards the darkness.
A drone? Do they want to hunt me that much?
After a few moments, he hears numerous footsteps.
He assumed that they have already tracked him down and are ready to assassinate him…
However…
"No! No! Don't come closer! No!!"
He heard a woman's voice. A scared voice…
He peeked out of the alleyway and saw 4 people running. One woman was leading while behind her were 3 muscular guys. She seems to be in a hurry… Yes, she seems to be running from the three men.
He didn't immediately come to the woman's aid, he was observing the situation… Who knew… they might be baits…
He observed them from an angle not seen by them. The way they run, the way they chase, the way they do everything. It was peculiar. Like they were… acting…
He then glanced up and saw the drone peering down on the 4 people…
It seems that the drone was not for me…
Yes, the drone was not for him… So he focused again on the running situation.
He noticed that the woman running from the 3 men was quite familiar… He thought about it… and was quite shocked… about the results of his thought process….
She was the actor of the movie he had just seen!
He saw that one of the 3 men was about to grab the woman…
Without even thinking about it, he went to the aid of the girl.
Like a shadow in the night, he immediately grabbed the man's hand and looked at the man.
The man was confused, as well as the other 2 behind him, however he still attempted to punch the teen who had just emerged like a mushroom out of nowhere.
The teen immediately ducked down and punched sideways with his right hand, towards the man's solar plexus.
Evidently, the man was pushed back and is now suffering from not being able to breath… albeit lightly.
The teen didn't put his all towards the punch and was still quite skeptical about the situation.
Anyways, for his current favorite actress, not that he saw a lot, he will try to incapacitate the enemies.
He then went into a loose boxing stance, his fist loose, whilst both his arms were at least in a 90 degree angle.
The two remaining men were visibly confused. They were scratching their heads like a cat wondering what food it wants to eat next.
The teen can see the perplexed expressions on their faces, but he continued in his guarding stance.
Below the two remaining men, the man that was breathing hard thought for a while. He then shouted.
"Get him! *Cough* *cough* Don't leave him alone! Drag his feet, left and right, *cough* *cough* towards the trash!"
The two men looked at each other and nodded. They then assumed a closed boxing stance. Their muscular arms and shoulders as a natural guard against attacks.
The two sides were in a stalemate. The teen, solid as a rock. While the two men were sweating like crazy.
They felt that if they made a move, they would definitely die… They were like rats being stared down by a cat…
Unable to carry the pressure anymore, one of the men immediately walked towards the teen. He then threw a punch with his right hand towards the teen's left side face.
The teen, in return, deflected the muscular arm with his left hand,making it glide harmlessly past his right side. He then stepped his right foot forward and threw a backhand light slap towards the man's chin….
it wasn't the strength that mattered.
It was the angle.
The slap snapped the man's head back slightly, just enough to cause a sharp jolt to the brainstem, disrupting the balance of his inner ear and cutting off consciousness like a switch. A targeted strike to the mandibular nerve cluster, combined with the sudden jerk to the neck, triggered a temporary neurological shutdown.
The man instantly lost consciousness.
He was not dead.
Just unconscious.
The remaining man was visibly shocked about this situation. They were 3 muscular guys but a single normal teen was able to knock them… For the first time in his life… he was scared….
Unbeknownst to him, the teen's body was nothing like it appeared. Beneath his loose, modest clothing was a body sculpted by necessity, not vanity. Tightly packed muscle, lean, dense, and efficient, layered with just enough fat to mask his form from casual notice.
It was a body trained for killing, not posing. Balanced like a coiled spring. Durable like a blade sharpened every day.
He didn't train for competitions. He trained for survival.
However, thinking of something, the man still continued his last hurrah amidst the calm death stare of the teen…
However, before he threw a punch, they had heard a shout from quite far away…
"STOP! CUT!"